A New Dish And The Chef’s Association

In this cold winter, Yuan Zhou was severely struck by Sun Ming's flamboyant words. Then, he decided to serve a new dish to relax.

"This dish feels good. That's it." Yuan Zhou closed his eyes and searched for a while in his mind and finally chose the dish.

After that, Yuan Zhou returned to his restaurant and prepared to eat it for his own lunch. He took it as the final inspection before being able to sell it and also as an examination of his craftsmanship.

"Wait. I can actually do this." When Yuan Zhou thought of the explanation of this dish, he suddenly figured out an evil idea. Then, he took out his phone and started to send a message.

"Ding Dong." Zhou Jia's phone emitted a clear and melodious sound of flowing water.

"Huh? It's actually a message from Boss Yuan." Zhou Jia entered her inbox quickly and began to read.