บท 882: The Sixth Flavor of The Spicy Boiled Fish

For a moment, Little Zhao turned into the center of attention. Master Cheng was staring at him, Cao Zhishu was staring at him, and even Meng Meng was curiously looking at him. She was, after all, the witness of Master Cheng's numerous attempts to become Yuan Zhou's disciple yet still being refused.

If that chef with the surname Cao wasn't lying, then what made this young chef called Little Zhao worthy of catching Boss Yuan's attention?

Of course, everyone enjoyed being the center of attention, Little Zhao included. But this was definitely not the type of situation he should gain so much attention. Looking at Cao Zhishu's encouraging gaze, Little Zhao felt like killing himself.

In truth, Little Zhao no longer dared to speak the truth at this point. He could only brace himself and spoke, "That was when both I and Head Chef Yuan worked in a three-star hotel. I was the sous-chef, and I learned a lot there."