Putting it opposite the big wine jar is like throwing away the Fan family. Don’t you sell private dishes on the other side? We also opened a family. It’s time for several masters of diligent activities to take action. Didn’t it say, ‘raising soldiers for a thousand days, and using them for a while’?”

"Don't worry, now that Boss Xiong and the others will be said to be our Fan family who completely lost this game."

Fan Mingren smiled and said, "Eight major cuisines? I'm afraid even those legendary chefs may not be able to do it. I really like this Zhou Dong more and more.

Saner, remember, the rules of the Fan family are rules. We can’t really treat them as enemies. Even if we fight against Taiwan, it is a healthy competition. We don’t use any shameful despicable means, and you don’t have to always talk about winning or losing.

And Chef Zhou’s opponent is actually himself. If he loses to ‘self’, who else can he win?

So now we don’t have to do anything, we just need to wait.”

"Just just wait?"

The thin monkey three opened its mouth, as if it was very unwilling to accept it.

"Waiting to try Zhou Dong's eight major cuisines...

By the way, I asked you to make an appointment for me, and in the end I booked the table for which day?”

"Brother President, don't make reservations, I can't even call!"

Shouhou San'er thought it was too difficult. Now the phone number of the "Zhou's Private Room" has become a hotline, and I really can't get through.
Chapter completed!