A mocking expression appeared on Xie Baomin's face when he saw the banner.
"Mr. Middle Guo?"
Lin Xu looked in the direction of the banner, his curiosity piqued. Weren't the stories of Mr. Dong Guo and Mr. Nan Guo just fabrications from history? So, there really are people with that surname?
Xie Baomin said with a smile, "The previous head chef of Building No. 10 was Guo Jichang, a senior chef on par with our Master. The current executive chef is Guo Jichang's youngest son, Guo Weidong. The one participating in today's competition is Guo Weidong's nephew, Guo Xinghai... The elder in their family is Old Guo, the younger is Young Guo, so Guo Weidong, being in the middle, became what we call 'Mr. Middle Guo.'"
TSK... Hearing the distinct mockery in his Senior Brother's voice, Lin Xu had a sudden thought: "Senior Brother, during the middle-aged group competition, were you the one who defeated this Guo Weidong?"
