"There are Sichuan dishes with a sweet and sour flavor!"
"How am I supposed to explain this to the higher-ups?!"
These past few days, Manager Zhao has been furious because Lao Song and the other chefs dislike Sichuan cuisine the most, and he's been getting a lot of flak from the leaders.
"Manager Zhao, is Brother Lin really willing to teach us?"
"This is the skill that earns us a living."
Old Song looked at Manager Zhao with great suspicion.
The skill is something that can be taught to an apprentice and then cause the master to starve.
Therefore, under normal circumstances, these ancestral secret methods are passed down from father to son, and from son to grandson. Basically, they are absolutely never passed on to outsiders!
“I didn’t ask you to learn Brother Lin’s family’s skills. Learning a little bit of the basics is enough for you.”
"Besides, I won't let Brother Lin suffer a loss."
Manager Zhao glanced at Old Song: "I'll give Brother Lin a big red envelope!"
"Um."
"well."
After hearing Manager Zhao's words, Old Song nodded in relief.
...
"Sizzle."
"Sizzle sizzle sizzle!"
At that moment, shortly after Lin Sen rode his bicycle away from the Huifu Hotel, a group of people also riding bicycles suddenly rushed out from a side alley and directly blocked Lin Sen's way.
Damn it!
Lin Sen was blocked by this group of people who suddenly appeared.
With a fixed gaze, he immediately turned the car around, preparing to find another side road to escape quickly.
"Sizzle!"
"Sizzle!"
But at that moment, several bicycles rushed out from behind Lin Sen and blocked his way.
Then, the dozen or so people got off their bicycles.
Several years before and several years after.
They simultaneously surrounded Lin Sen!
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