Who knew, the man had rejected the idea.
"It's not takeout." Gong Yeyan's long, curled eyelashes cast a beautiful, faint shadow on his high-bridged nose, and as his petal-like, gorgeous lips softly shaped the words, it was startling. "I've invited the breakfast chef from Yufu Restaurant here."
Ming Ge: "..."
Big Boss, you really are extravagant.
Poverty has limited our imagination.
Ming Ge asked, "Must have been difficult to invite a chef from Yufu Restaurant, right?"
"Manageable."
Though Yufu Restaurant was known for its former Qing dynasty imperial kitchen banner, with many rules and each chef having his own duties—making breakfast, lunch, dinner, soups...
There was more than one chef.
As long as you pay a sufficient price, nothing is impossible.
Last time, when she was at the Gong Family's, she mentioned she liked the crab roe soup dumplings from Yufu Restaurant, and he remembered.
It was just a matter of giving an order, and Zuo An would take care of it.