The Fake Heiress Will Also Be the Beloved Pet of Seven Brothers

He Jing transmigrated into the body of a fake heiress whose identity was swapped at birth. Overnight, she plummeted from grace, falling from heaven to hell. In the original plot, the fake heiress h...

Chapter 425 Taro

He Jing followed behind He Zhou and the hotel manager, listening quietly without making a sound, but her expression froze when the hotel manager uttered the words "Golden Tongue Gold Card".

There's no other reason than that there was a similar plot in the original work—

One day, the real heiress was attending a high-society banquet when she tasted a particularly delicious dish. Because she liked it so much, she couldn't resist taking a few extra bites. Seeing this, the vicious female supporting character, who was always jealous of her, immediately launched into a tirade. She first delivered a barrage of sarcastic remarks, then escalated her antics even further, somehow attracting the attention of the reclusive master chef sitting at the next table. The chef tasted the controversial dish and immediately burst out laughing:

"It's strange that even the chefs who prepare state banquet dishes are complaining about their work. It's really strange."

When the villainous female supporting character saw that someone was speaking up for her, she naturally refused to accept it and even confronted the reclusive chef.

However, it turns out that going against the female lead has no good ending. The reclusive chef slowly pulls out a gold card, the so-called "Golden Tongue Gold Card," and slaps her face in the face. The vicious female supporting character, blind to the culinary master, is kicked out of the banquet by the host, while the real heiress is once again successfully slapped in the face, making the whole story even more satisfying.

He Jing remembered that the reclusive chef was named Yu Tou, because she was eating taro when she read this chapter. If he was the one in the private room of Zhou's Restaurant, then He Zhou's chance to become a world-class chef had come!

Unaware of what he was about to face, He Zhou was absent-minded the whole way, and finally followed the manager to the VIP room.

The manager said, "The ingredients are ready and have been taken in. You can go in now! The boss said that if you can serve that customer well, your salary will increase, and you'll get ten times the commission on this order."

Wow!

This is a very generous reward.

He Zhou's thoughts were abruptly interrupted, and he looked up at He Jing.

The manager followed his gaze and then noticed that there was another person behind them.

He Jing gave an encouraging smile: "Go, Third Brother, good luck!"

He Zhou said, "Come in with me."

Even if she does nothing inside, he will feel more relaxed.

He Jing turned to the manager for his opinion.

The manager said, "As long as the customers are satisfied, I'll bring ten assistants, let alone one."

Chefs with some reputation often have their little-known quirks, and I'm sure the guest inside wouldn't mind.

He Zhou said, "Okay, then I'll go in."

He turned around and knocked on the door.

The manager waved for them to step back and stand behind him. A loud, middle-aged male voice inside said:

"Come in."

Only then did he lead He Zhou and He Jing into the private room, and then bowed respectfully and said:

"Dear guest, our restaurant's best chef has been summoned for you. Would you like to begin now?"

The loud, middle-aged male voice rang out again: "Of course."

So the manager stepped aside, gesturing for He Zhou and He Jing to go in, while he quietly left the private room and very politely closed the door.

He Zhou and He Jing looked up at the same time and saw that the luxurious VIP room was decorated like the main hall of a villa. It was about fifty or sixty square meters in size, with a magnificent crystal chandelier ceiling and a smooth white marble floor that could reflect people's images. A striking rectangular dining table was placed against the wall near the entrance.

An elderly man in his fifties or sixties sat at the head of the table, with a plate of food and candles set out in front of him to enhance the atmosphere.

He was dressed in unremarkable casual clothes, yet his wrinkled but not weathered face carried an imposing air that made people afraid to look him in the eye. He scrutinized the two young men who entered with sharp eyes.