Wang Peng looked coldly at Fu Yu, his expression displeased.
As the deputy director of the finance office, he usually had many social engagements.
He had eaten at almost every big and small restaurant in the Bei'an Territory, so he knew a bit more about kitchen matters than others.
Unlike other professions, the longer a chef works, the more experienced they become, and their skills improve.
As the saying goes, the older, the better.
No matter how talented or hard-working, mastering a skilled and exquisite culinary craft takes at least until you're thirty-seven or thirty-eight.
Like the young man in front of him, who seemed to be in his early twenties at most, he was surely a kitchen helper, perhaps with a mentor, doing trivial chores like reheating dishes.
Just as Wang Peng was about to speak, Lv Tianyi, sitting next to him, started talking: "I'm sorry to trouble you. The 'Crab Imitation' dish you served is actually quite tasty, but it's not exactly the same as I remember."
