Chen Mo repeatedly recalled the information he read about Zhou Yu.
This gentleman had been working in kitchens since he was about fifteen or sixteen and later apprenticed under a famous Huaiyang chef. Whether it's experience or skill, he definitely surpasses Chen Mo.
At least, when it comes to Huaiyang Cuisine, that's the case.
"That's not right, my skills aren't that good. What if the dishes I make don't compare to his, would that be a joke?"
Being a joke didn't really matter to Chen Mo; he didn't see it as embarrassing.
But if it really turned out like that, it'd be hard to negotiate prices; instead, it might give the other side a chance to hike them up.
"Boss Xiao Chen, you're just being too modest. Don't we know your skills? Whether it's Sichuan, Xiang or Cantonese cuisine, everyone can see that. Huaiyang Cuisine should be a piece of cake for you."
Seeing Chen Mo still wanting to refuse, Hou Yao showed an attitude that wouldn't take no for an answer.
