Go to Beijing to Participate in the God of Food Competition

"Forget it, don't tell him. He's already done me a favor. Besides, I don't think this steward is here to capture me. If he's really going to capture me, he doesn't need to personally come."

Yun Zi did not understand. "Then he wants to eat the dishes you made?"

Su Jinsi didn't think so, "He doesn't have any good dishes in his imperial kitchens. Let's take a look first."

"Alright, I'll go greet him."

Fried ice cream, the golden color wrapped in fresh milk ice cream. When the two dishes were served, the steward was amazed. He had never seen these two dishes before?

Su Jinther hurriedly said, "General Manager, you want to try it? Does it suit your taste?"

Although he didn't understand what this General Manager was trying to do, it shouldn't be a bad thing from the looks of it.

"Is this your signature dish?"

"That's right."

"Let me try …"