With the help of the assistants, three dishes quickly appeared on the guests' tables, and the previously quiet courtyard was now bustling again.
The clamor, the sound of eating, and the praise were incessant.
Hou Yao clapped his hands in satisfaction, turned his head to claim credit from Chen Mo, but saw that Chen Mo had not yet started cooking, "What's up, Xiaochen?"
"Just organizing ingredients and cooking order again." Chen Mo had his eyes slightly closed, even under the pressure of the white coat, having stayed up all night and busy all morning, he still felt a bit dazed.
Hou Yao smacked his lips, "Who told you to do this kind of dish? Could it be that your boss has something on you?"
In Master Hou's view, to help someone make this dish, and to produce so many dishes at once at a grand feast, what a great favor it must be!
But for Chen Mo, it was really just about wanting to excel at a grand feast for once, and also wanting to try this dish.
