"Senior brother Gu, I'm just asking if master Yuan doesn't like us. I'm not saying that Shanghai cuisine doesn't choose disciples." Jiao Hui could only explain.
"Senior brother Gu doesn't look very smart." Jiao Hui was starting to worry about the future of their Shanghai cuisine.
With Gu Xun's intelligence, he might be bullied by others. Thinking that there should be no problem with him around, he inexplicably felt that the burden on his shoulders had increased.
Gu Xun didn't know that Jiao Hui had thought of so many things in such a short time. He looked at Jiao Hui's pitiful eyes and felt that it was strange. He put himself in the position of a senior brother. He thought that if his Junior Brother had doubts, as a senior brother, he would naturally solve them.
