"Mr. Wang, did you agree?"
Bai Zongchen asked with a face full of surprise: "Feel free to propose any conditions, we will try our best to meet them."
To be honest, he didn't expect things to be so smooth. Most young talents have oddities, and each of them thinks highly of themselves. He had already prepared for exorbitant demands.
"There's one condition, which is that you need to provide the ingredients he requires, but he will be responsible for quality control."
Bai Zongchen's smile grew wider: "That's certainly necessary."
This request was made by Mr. Zhuo, and Wang Fan did not object. He wasn't worried about spending money on the ingredients, mainly because he wouldn't be able to gather better quality ones on his own, and perhaps there was a deeper meaning that Mr. Zhuo didn't clarify.
Wang Fan was too lazy to ponder over such things; he only needed to manage his own kitchen well.
