"Agree."
Taking advantage of Old Fan not being here, naturally, we have to pass the buck.
Of course, even if Old Fan were here, we could still say it's Chef Yin from Building Twelve.
Anyway, if it's below ninety points, the head chef isn't me.
Who it is doesn't concern me.
Dai Jianli was talking and noticed Gou Junguo recording the third dish:
"Old Xie, is this the front desk manager from Yanjing Hotel?"
"That's him, probably hurt by my restaurant exploration video, specially visiting my junior brother's restaurant today... But I still can't figure out if he's truly here to pick faults, or trying to ingratiate himself with us."
"How so?"
"He ordered a bunch of dishes personally made by my junior brother, and he praised each one every way possible, making me feel embarrassed."
This...
Old Dai was also confused:
"Could this be our... deep-sea comrade?"
At this moment, Gou Junguo, whom Old Dai considered his own, was reviewing Lin Xu's Stir-Fried Fish Intestines:
