A portly middle-aged man entered the private room, dressed in a white chef's coat, with a white hat on his head as well.
Xiao Wu looked at this unusual attire...
He said, it couldn't possibly belong to the Empress.
The Emperor would be disappointed again.
When Xiao Wu glanced over, he didn't see much disappointment on the Emperor's face, who, like himself, seemed to be just examining the chef's clothing.
"Honored guest, are you seeking me because there's something unsatisfactory with the dish? We can replace it for you," said the chef in a friendly manner, with an amiable attitude.
Xiao Wu noticed it.
When it comes to An Ning's enterprises, the service attitude is absolutely top-notch.
"This dish, where did you learn it from?" Xiao Jinxing asked.
The chef glanced at the plate and said, "Is it the shredded potatoes?"
It's no wonder the chef wasn't sure.
Mainly because his monarch really did eat every last shred.
"Mhm."
