As Jiang Qiuqiu walked over, Little President Qian introduced him, "Qiuqiu, this is Master Huang Si’an, one of the six head chefs at the revolving restaurant."
The two chefs, hailing from different worlds, t each other’s gaze.
Jiang Qiuqiu had approached with the hope of learning from the head chef in the future. She assud this would be a eting between peers, but the man standing before her obviously thought otherwise.
He first let out a "heh," then a smile spread across his face, his eyes holding a subtle, appraising glint. "So this young lady is number one in the Foodie Zone, eh?"
After saying this, he shot a glance at Little President Qian, his tone flippant. "Seeing you walk over from afar, I thought you were so celebrity."
At his tone and the content of his words, Jiang Qiuqiu’s smile quickly faded.
Qian Xingxing, who was standing to the side, heard this, and his gaze cooled significantly.
But Huang Si’an apparently didn’t notice the change in expressions around him and kept rambling, "I heard from Mr. Qian that the number one in the Foodie Zone was on his team. I was extrely curious, so I just had to co see for myself."
"I never expected the number one strear to be this beautiful. The closer you got, the prettier you looked. Mr. Qian, are all the strears in your company’s Foodie Zone as pretty as Miss Jiang?" He chuckled. "If they’re all this attractive, I doubt anyone pays attention to the food when they cook. They’re probably just staring at the person."
He was blatantly saying that Jiang Qiuqiu didn’t get to number one because of her skill, but because of her looks.
ii couldn’t stand the way he was talking and was about to step forward and argue, but Jiang Qiuqiu pulled her hand back. She spoke up first, "So, Master Huang, you have to worry about whether your custors are looking at you while you cook? I’ve never had that problem. Whenever I’m in the kitchen, everyone’s attention is solely on the food in their bowls."
’Oh, so she’s firing right back,’ Master Huang thought, tsking inwardly. ’Young people these days. Not much real skill, but each one is more sharp-tongued than the last.’
But he was a master and couldn’t be bothered to argue with a child. Now that he had t her, he turned directly to Qian Xingxing, ignoring Jiang Qiuqiu completely. He announced he needed to find his apprentice so they could enter together, and with that, he took his leave.
"What’s with that guy?"
"Little President Qian, how could you introduce soone like that to Qiuqiu!" ii was furious. "Qiuqiu, why did you pull back just now?"
"Making a scene here would draw too much attention," Jiang Qiuqiu explained. "Besides, with his attitude, no matter what you said, he’d just dismiss it as nonsense." She had detested this type of person since her past life—those who refused to acknowledge others’ professional efforts and achievents. The mont they saw soone succeed, they would imdiately write it off as being due to outside help.
She looked at Qian Xingxing. "Little President Qian, he’s here for the annual livestreaming gala. Is the company planning to sign him as a strear?"
"That was the proposal. Since they’ve already invited him, that’s most likely the plan."
"Oh." Jiang Qiuqiu nodded. "Did you hear that, Sister Mingi? That man is going to be a food strear too. There’s no satisfaction in just beating him in an argunt. When the ti cos, I’ll just have to show him exactly why I’m number one."
"I’m also to bla." Little President Qian rubbed his forehead. "He seed perfectly normal when we started chatting..."
Just as the three of them were talking, a sowhat languid male voice suddenly cut in. "Master Jiang."
The trio turned toward the source of the voice. A man was walking toward them. Despite being dressed in a formal black suit, he was still devastatingly gorgeous.
It was Chen Yu.
"Master Jiang, I’ve been looking all over for you."
Those words? That tone? Both Qian Xingxing and ii couldn’t help but shoot a glance at Jiang Qiuqiu.
Their expressions were a bit strange, and Chen Yu seed to realize his words could be misinterpreted. He quickly added, "Master Jiang, you still owe a al, you know."
Ohhh. The two of them let out a collective sigh of relief. So it was just about a al he was owed.
Jiang Qiuqiu: ...
’What are those expressions for?’
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