"Of course, no problem. As long as Mr. Yu doesn't make things difficult for me, I'll leave it to Mr. Yu to find someone else to make things like the braised rabbit and osmanthus dumplings from Moon Palace." Mr. Tang smiled politely, giving a heads-up beforehand.

Tang Yuanyuan glared at Yu Wuwei resentfully and said unhappily, "Dad, why do we have to cook for him? Our restaurant doesn't welcome him!"

She wished she could poison that bastard with arsenic, but she'd actually cook for him? Dream on!

Mr. Tang patted his daughter reassuringly, shook his head slightly, and said to Yu Wuwei, "Mr. Yu, please order!"

Yu Wuwei glanced at Tang Yuanyuan with a sour expression. He had never realized before that his stepdaughter was such a beauty. What a pity.

"Let's order some home-style dishes first."

Yu Wuwei picked up the menu and began to look at it carefully. Of course, he hadn't come over just to cause trouble. The whispers of the waiters earlier reminded him that since they were face to face, why not go over and taste the food to find out where his dishes were lacking?

Even now, Yu Wuwei doesn't think his cooking skills are inferior to Tang's father's. He has always believed that Tang's father's success in the culinary world is simply due to the legacy of his ancestors.

Unlike him, who started from scratch and worked his way up from an unknown nobody to a master chef, relying on his real skills.

No matter how confident Yu Wuwei was, reality slapped him hard. His Wuweilou business got worse and worse, while Tang's father's Baiweiju business got better and better. Now he was so poor that he couldn't even pay salaries.

With school about to start, Chef Yu, once admired by everyone, now finds himself a pariah, with even his former apprentices avoiding him for fear he might ask for money.

Hmph, they're all heartless ingrates. Once he makes a comeback, he'll definitely get his revenge and make those snobs regret it!

Yu Wuwei ordered a few home-style dishes, then put down the menu and racked his brains. He needed to come up with a tricky dish that would embarrass Tang's father in front of the guests.

Tang Yuanyuan sneered, deliberately being sarcastic, "Did you bring enough money for the food? This restaurant does not accept credit."

Mr. Yu's face turned cold. Just as he reached into his pocket, a chill ran down his spine as he thought of the grim reality.

He did have money in his pocket; it was the two thousand yuan he got from selling his phone. But he planned to use that money to pay rent and tuition. As for wages, Yu Wuwei had no intention of paying them. Wuwei Restaurant was already three months behind on rent and utilities, and the landlord had given an ultimatum: if the rent wasn't paid, the utilities would be cut off.

Yu Wuwei certainly didn't have the money to pay, so his restaurant could only last for three more days at most.

“Yuanyuan’s temper is getting worse and worse. Although I’m down on my luck now, I can still afford this meal.”

Yu Wuwei gave Tang Yuanyuan a cold look, took out his wallet from his pocket, pulled out a few brand-new hundred-yuan bills, and placed them on the table. Tang Yuanyuan snorted and ignored him.

"I've ordered the regular dishes, how about something more interesting? It's so hot now, I'd like something cold to eat, but my teeth aren't good, I can't handle anything too cold, Mr. Tang, could you fry it up for me?"

Yu Wuwei noticed that many of the customers were children eating ice cream, and suddenly he had an idea. Ice melts when it gets hot. Isn't that guy surnamed Tang someone who prides himself on being innovative? If he's so capable, why don't he fry the ice cream in hot oil!

"Are you deliberately trying to cause trouble? How can you explode ice cream?" Tang Yuanyuan glared at him angrily.

Ye Qingqing and the others arrived at the door. Ye Qingqing got out of the car first and was stunned when she heard Tang Yuanyuan's voice as soon as she entered.

Fried ice cream?

That was a popular snack in my past life!