Ten minutes later, Fang Chenyi, seated at the dining table, was finally served the dishes prepared by the team of top chefs.
"Oh, my dear boss, this is the breakfast we have prepared for you. Please, take your time and savor it."
As he spoke, Char, who had changed into a chef's uniform, respectfully placed two large bowls—one inverted over the other—in front of an expectant Fang Chenyi.
Once Char was finished, Fang Chenyi reached out and lifted the top bowl. Inside... was a damn bowl of plain noodles.
"Er... Don't tell me, the five of you were bustling around the kitchen for ten minutes just to come up with a bowl of plain noodles? Damn it, I could have made this myself in three minutes! What the hell did I spend 150 million hiring you for?!"
'To be honest, I really want to ask the System if I can get a refund right now. Damn, I'd take it even if I only got fifty million back.'
Perhaps sensing Fang Chenyi's inner plea, the System's voice suddenly echoed in his mind:
