As he said, according to the rules, when he and Zhou Dong heard this, Chinese chefs went to any famous restaurant. As long as the chef was diligent and had a disciple, he should come forward to greet him in person, otherwise it would be considered a rude.

But the chef, who is said to be from Kyoto's "Huacuiju", seemed to have no intention of showing up. The only one who came in was a young and pretty waitress, and her voice was quite sweet: "Will several guests order food?"

Huailiang was so angry that he said something big, but he didn't even give him face. He immediately looked down: "Where is your chef, why don't you come here in person?

The little girl in charge of ordering food was obviously not an insider and said in surprise: "Customer, you may have misunderstood that the chef is not responsible for ordering food."

"you......"

Huailiang's face was red and white. If he wanted to be angry, he was still a gentleman after all, so he couldn't come to a lady.

"Okay OK."

Zhou Dong waved his hand to Huailiangren: "We order a 'boiled cabbage', you don't need to ask too much, your chef will naturally understand."

"Ah, you have so many people, just order one dish?"

Behind the waiter's smiling face, there was deep contempt. A group of poor people only knew how to eat cabbage! The bag in that woman's hand must be a good deal.
Chapter completed!