Old Mrs. Wilson stood on the stage, pretending not to see the subtle actions of the people below, and finished delivering her prepared blessings with a smile before stepping down.
The netizens didn’t pay much attention to this, and continued posting blessings online.
At this mont, the host quickly took the stage and said with a smile, "After witnessing the genuine love between the handso man and beautiful woman, shouldn’t we also secure a little benefit for ourselves?"
Hearing the crowd’s agreent, the host turned to Jas Reed: "Mr. Reed, I heard that tonight’s head chef is Master Jackson. I’ve been craving Master Jackson’s dishes all evening, so don’t keep us in suspense any longer, let’s serve the food!"
"Alright." Jas Reed nodded with a smile and had the waiters serve the food.
Jas Reed’s banquet was set up as a buffet cocktail party, with several main dishes personally prepared by Master Jackson. Guests were eager to taste Master Jackson’s culinary skills, but mindful of their status, they refrained from rushing for food, maintaining a poised smile as they orderly went for their als.
anwhile, reporters from several dia outlets made various introductions about the banquet’s dishes.
Nearby, a chef was giving dedicated introductions.
A reporter from the Premier Website specifically interviewed the chef introducing the dishes: "You’re Chef Carter, right? The head chef of the eighth floor? Thank you so much for taking the ti to talk with us; we are truly honored."
Chef Carter smiled subtly. He didn’t want to be giving introductions; he wanted to observe with his master. However... his master had overruled him.
Inside, he felt wronged.
But, he still had to maintain a fitting smile as he introduced the dishes his master prepared for the guests.
The host picked quite a bit of food and sat at a small table in a corner, eating. His assistant, sitting next to him, remarked with envy while eating, "Ophelia Wilson really is lucky, look how thoughtfully Jas Reed prepared everything."
The host snorted, stuffed so food into his mouth, and said while eating, "Young man, you really are too naive."
The assistant looked at the host in surprise and asked, "Isn’t that the case?"
"Don’t you think this engagent banquet seems more like a show?" the host mocked, "He showcased every bit of his thoughtfulness, afraid to miss anything, even saying all those love words to Ophelia Wilson on stage... Does he think he’s shooting a romance drama?"
The assistant was shocked, his mouth agape. He had been so moved earlier, who would have thought it was like this.
"But, but... Jas Reed prepared it so thoughtfully, how could it be a show?" the assistant was still struggling to accept it.
The host chuckled and said, "Let ask you, at which banquet have you seen a chef standing in front of the serving table introducing the dishes?"
"It’s not a gourt street fair. And they even specifically ntioned the source level and price of the ingredients so clearly. If you were throwing a grand birthday party for your parents, would you tell the guests how much the clothes you bought for your parents cost, how expensive the gifts were, and how much each dish you ordered cost?"
Even the scripted question about Ophelia Wilson’s dress was pre-arranged by Jas Reed, wasn’t this just to show off?
The host’s words left the assistant bewildered and shaking his head, isn’t it ridiculous to introduce things to the guests like this?
The assistant swallowed hard, stamred, and asked, "So, so... has Jas Reed always been putting on a show?"
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