Winter private room.
The gourmets and bigwigs in the food industry invited by Zhao Desheng sat around a table, drinking tea and chatting.
"Zhao Desheng, I just saw the chef, a young man in his twenties. Can he be as good as you say?"
Zhao Desheng smiled proudly and said, "Jack made a mushroom dish at Madam Grace's birthday banquet. Even the five-star chef of Emil's Restaurant was inferior to him. How could it not be amazing? That's Emil's Restaurant!"
Gourmet Wu Zhentao squinted at Zhao Desheng and said, "You haven't eaten it, you just heard it from others!"
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