Before even picking up the chopsticks, Chen Kaifeng had already given such an appraisal.
Wu Xiaoshan immediately felt a bit annoyed.
Damn, just moments ago he was saying we're like family.
Isn't this taking not seeing oneself as an outsider a bit too far?
The dishes haven't been tasted yet, and you're already saying Young Master's efforts are not good enough, isn't this deliberately forcing Young Master to slap your face?
"Brother Feng, how can you say that when you haven't even tasted it yet?"
Chen Kaifeng slightly frowned and put on a serious expression, speaking with heartfelt advice, "Brother Xiaoshan, it's not that I want to criticize. Although these dishes are beautifully presented, they're hardly high-class. Look at this, tomatoes sprinkled with sugar, which restaurant serves this kind of dish?"
Chen Tianxiong was just about to taste the food when he suddenly heard his son's words, and his old face also sagged a bit.