"Didn't you say your boss cooks better?"
Chuzheng asked the young man after ordering.
"Yeah." The young man nodded.
"Then let your boss cook."
The young man glanced at the boss sitting across from him; seeing Xi Mu didn't oppose, he then said, "If the boss cooks, it will require extra points..."
Chuzheng didn't ask how many and nodded generously, "Okay."
Xi Mu looked at Chuzheng for a few seconds, snatched the menu from the young man's hand, and stood up to walk to the back.
The young man quickly followed but still reminded Chuzheng, "Please wait a moment."
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The serving speed was faster than Chuzheng expected; the dishes were served quickly.
Xi Mu personally carried out the last dish of cola chicken wings; he wasn't wearing a chef's uniform, just had his sleeves rolled up.
This person looked less like a cook and more like a celebrity posing under the spotlight.
Xi Mu sat down opposite and put down his sleeves, "Please."
