Soon, Chef Wu, having been tidied up, was brought up again.
Li Fuyou was still sitting there, eyes closed, leisurely tapping on the table with his fingers in a rhythmic manner, the sound of tapping echoing continuously in the room.
"Young Master," Amo called out to remind him.
"Mm," Li Fuyou nodded, opened his eyes, and looked at Chef Wu. He pushed the paper and ink forward on the table and spoke slowly, "Chef Wu, here's the writing material. Please take the trouble to write down the dishes."
Chef Wu's eyes were full of unwillingness, but he had to obey, so he walked up to the table, sat down, picked up the brush, and began to write.
Li Fuyou was very pleased with Chef Wu's performance; the corners of his mouth carried a sinister smile, and his eyes were extremely sharp. It wasn't going to be easy for Dongfeng Restaurant to collapse.
After a while, Chef Wu stopped writing.
