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Jing Juntao waved at Tang Huai, "You're busy, don't mind me."
"There's a sign at the door; if you're not kitchen staff, you can't just come in."
"I'm not just anybody."
"Even Brother Jing Xuan can't just waltz in here."
What if everyone just waltzed in and poisoned her ingredients?
Tang Huai pursed her lips, thinking technology hadn't advanced enough yet, otherwise she would install CCTV in the kitchen.
That way, whoever came in and did anything bad could be checked afterwards.
"I'm here for an inspection, to see if your family's restaurant kitchen is sanitary," Jing Juntao nodded.
"Oh, in that case, take your time inspecting, but don't deliberately make things difficult for me by nitpicking; otherwise, you can forget about eating pan-fried thin meat for the rest of your life."
Jing Juntao slowly walked behind Tang Huai and snorted coldly, "You little wretch, even Jing Xuan wouldn't dare to threaten me like this."