C62 (1/2)

Lu Yuan was about to sit down when Pan Jiang said, ”Yesterday, I said that you would eat takeaway food. You want to go to the table today?” You look down on my memory just like that?

Chang Ming walked past him, not concealing his glee at all. He had gotten up early to specially clean the floor before his master, not giving Lu Yuan the chance to be cautious behind his back. Was it impossible to guard against? I didn't expect to sweep clean in front of my master!

Zhang Qian held back her laughter as she walked past Lu Yuan. In the end, she could no longer hold it in. With a pu pu sound, she laughed and covered her mouth as if nothing had happened. She patted Lu Yuan on the shoulder and sat in her seat.

Lu Yuan looked dejected as he looked at his last hope.

Deng Fei shrugged and did not say a word. He did not dare to speak carelessly. If Pan Jiang were to give him a new mission, then he would really be in trouble. He sat in his own seat without saying a word.

Lu Yuan was thoroughly disappointed. It seemed that no one here could speak up for him anymore. He silently turned around and left, his figure carrying desolation and loneliness. He might as well go out and buy breakfast. He was afraid that if he stayed here, he would be angered to death by these people, or he might even drool until he was dehydrated.

Pan Jiang picked up the bowl of porridge. Other than drinking Deng Fei's porridge for the first time, he did not eat anything else made by Deng Fei. Now, he could finally enjoy his meal.

”Hoodlum, it seems like having you open a restaurant is a pretty good choice. If you open a restaurant, I think you will be able to earn a lot.” This is so delicious, almost the same as the Immortal Chef of before. It seems like the Immortal Chef's standards are only so-so.

”Youngest junior brother's culinary skills are truly top-notch. If you open a restaurant, I'm afraid that even a few 5-star customers in Shanghai would be taken away by him.”

The group finally became a bit more refined in front of Pan Jiang. They carefully savored the food, their faces full of enjoyment. They didn't know how many meals Deng Fei had cooked, but they were currently eating one meal less.

As long as his Master and Senior Brother were satisfied, he would be very happy. As for what happens when he runs the restaurant in the future, he did not want to think too much about it. If he had to burn several dozen tables every day, how long would he have to train? Let's talk about these things later!

”Junior Brother, you don't have to worry about that at all. You can limit your sales to ten tables every day.” He put down the chopsticks in his hand and said to Deng Fei, ”Little Junior Brother's food is so delicious, when the time comes, you can sell it for a bit more. If you offer a price of hundreds of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands per table, I think there will be a lot of people who would buy the food.”

Even a 5-star hotel couldn't compare to this. If a few people were to promote Deng Fei in the circle of aristocrats, as long as they finished their first meal, they wouldn't have to worry too much about the rest of the meal. It was more like sitting around and waiting for money to come in.

”When the time comes, I'll let my parents bring his partner to have a free meal with you. Later on, as long as you set a good price, you can just sell them for a few meals a month.”

Zhu Di had already decided to do so. In any case, to his parents, a restaurant was a help, and having a meal there was also a help. He didn't believe that his parents would still refuse after having eaten the food prepared by Deng Fei.