Guo Fuqiang spread his hands and pointed to the afterglow beside him.
"Him? Lao Qiang, have you lost your mind?"
Chef Wang snorted coldly and said disdainfully:
"With his skinny arms and legs, can he cook for fifty or sixty tables?"
After saying that, Chef Wang looked at Yu Hui. "Little brat, stop meddling."
"Cooking in a large pot is different from regular stir-frying; you can't do it..."
"How do you know I can't do it if I haven't tried?"
"Try again? Don't ruin your grandfather's 80th birthday celebration!"
After he finished speaking, he looked at Guo Fuqiang.
"Old Qiang, let's stop arguing. Let's both compromise. I'll be serious, and you be more tolerant."
"I will still be in charge of the old man's birthday banquet this time."
Upon hearing this, Guo Fuqiang hesitated.
"What, are you getting anxious now?" Guo Xianjin said from the side.
"What's it to you?" Chef Wang glared at him.
Guo Xianjin crossed his arms in front of his chest and said:
"How about this, let Lao Qiang's nephew cook this afternoon. If he's capable, he'll be the head chef this time; if not..."
"No problem!" Chef Wang agreed without hesitation.
He glanced at the afterglow, secretly pleased with himself.
"This kid has such delicate skin, he's obviously never suffered much hardship. I don't believe he can handle it!"
Cooking meals in a large pot is not an easy task.
Making so many tables at once is an enormous workload.
It also needs to be fast, taste good, and look appealing, etc.
Upon hearing this, Yu Hui muttered to himself, "Goodness! Why is this turning into a competition?"
The thought of this made him extremely excited, causing him to continuously release dopamine.
This is probably the power that competition brings!
Stimulate!
Passionate!
High-energy!
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