Jiang Ming's voice also attracted Qiu Zeshen's attention. He frowned.
What tricks were these people playing? Could it be that he had added something unique to the dishes? Why did it feel like Jiang Ming was very confident?
However, no one could say that his dishes were bad. Moreover, Jiang Ming was very young. Even if he had started cooking when he was young, it was impossible for him to cook as well as him. He had decades of experience.
"Yes, the taste…"
A young customer picked up a bite of Qiu Zeshen's dish and put it into his mouth. He frowned and hesitated to speak.
"It's too dull!" The person beside him told him.
These words also roused everyone who was eating this dish.
"It's bland and tasteless!"
"Yes. It only looks good. It doesn't have much taste."
"It's like drinking plain water."
Everyone commented on his dish, and Qiu Zeshen's face turned green.
Jiang Ming was slightly surprised.