"Are two lamb legs enough?"
Unlike Qi Siliang who is quite clueless, Qi Siming immediately understood what was meant. Upon hearing that the Soup Department was short on lamb legs, he went to the warehouse to fetch two.
"That's enough, thank you, Head Chef."
Lin Xu hefted the two lamb legs and casually handed them to a few assistant chefs, instructing them to start preparing.
Qi Siming said:
"The warehouse manager is named Wang Chao. He's one of my dad's adopted sons, quite talentless, only good at bootlicking and using borrowed authority. I've just taught him a lesson; should we fire him?"
He was curious why someone who could be dismissed with a single word would have to go through the hassle of appointing a Head Chef.
Lin Xu laughed and said:
"Even if I fire him, who knows who will take charge of the warehouse next? Let's leave it for now. I'll wait until I've fully understood the whole kitchen operation before making a decision."
