As expected, the large kitchen had two chefs cooking inside.
Zhou Dachuan was also wearing an apron, gesturing as he directed.
In fact, a person like him wearing an apron looked rather amusing.
Yet, his serious demeanor somehow enhanced a touch of kindly air.
Just like a father in an ordinary household.
When Zhou Dachuan turned around, he saw Lu Yinxing and Ah Yan.
Zhou Dachuan's face broke into a smile: "Yinxing, you're here, have a seat, dinner is almost ready. I didn't know what you like, so I just made something casually."
When the dishes were served one by one, Lu Yinxing realized how exaggerated this "casually" was.
Lu Yinxing sat down: "These abalone and lobsters were selected by myself at the seafood market this morning, and the beef was just airlifted in the afternoon, Yinxing, you must eat more."
Looking at the lavish spread on the table, Lu Yinxing felt a bit uneasy.
