"Those dishes are indeed not bad. Where are the cooks?" Zhou Ying nodded.
"I have temporarily arranged for them to be in the west wing." After Qi Lin finished speaking, he brought her to the west wing.
As soon as she entered the west wing, she saw an old man and a young man. The two thin men were sitting at a table, eating their dinner.
When they saw her enter, they immediately stood up and said, "Xie Chengcai, Zhang Daquan, greets Mistress."
"Have a seat. I've tried your cooking. It's delicious.
"I wonder if you have any other conditions. If not, you can sign your contract now."
"The employment contract, right?"
"Yes, Qi Lin has already told me about your situation. I respect your opinion.
"However, I have to make two things clear in advance. First, you have to be absolutely loyal to the restaurant. Second, you must listen to orders and not be arrogant because of your skills.