"Please enjoy your meal."

When the meal was almost over, a short but ruddy-faced man in his thirties or forties came to the table and said with a smile, "We're eating!"

When Ning Xi saw his attire, a hat, a towel around his neck, and his skin color a bit like her uncle's, she immediately guessed that it was Chef Lin.

She immediately put down her bowl and chopsticks, stood up, and invited Chef Lin to sit down: "Brother Lin, are you done with your work? You haven't eaten yet, right? Come and sit down and eat with us!"

He turned around and called the waitress, "Hello, comrade, can you come over here for a moment? I need to order a few more dishes."

The waiter smiled but didn't come over. Ning Xi was wondering about it, and it turned out that it was Chef Lin who signaled from behind.

Lin Jili was puzzled when he heard the waiter Xiao Wang say that he knew them. After he finished cooking the dishes he was responsible for, he came over specially. He saw that the three people looked unfamiliar and he had no impression of them.

But he couldn't just leave after saying hello.

"We've already eaten before dinner." Lin Jili couldn't refuse the hospitality and sat down, thinking to himself that this girl looked so familiar, did she really know him?

Ning Xi: "It was Sister Lin who told us that Chef Lin on the train is very good!"

Lin Jili laughed: "It's her! She's my sister. Did you just get in the car?"

"Yes, he came up from Cangyang Station and will have to sit for several days." Ning Xi found that Chef Lin was not very old, but he exuded a kind glow.

And just now when she was eating, she found that the dishes served by the waitress to others were not piled high like the ones for them.

I guess some of this is out of Chef Lin's favor.