Hearing the shouts from outside, Lin Xu instinctively looked at Xie Baomin.
He wanted to remind this senior, if it doesn't work out, just hide in the back warehouse for a bit.
Chef Yuan is a big, burly guy, nearly 1.9 meters tall, weighing over 200 pounds, one punch from him, even a teacher like Ma couldn't withstand it.
After all, this over 200-pound chef isn't a marble statue from the Ying Country, but a battle-tested man from the Northeast.
Unexpectedly, Xie Baomin didn't panic at all. Instead, he put down the rib meat, calmly wiped his hands, and then walked towards the door.
He opened the door and came face-to-face with Yuan Debiao who was just coming in from outside.
Before Chef Yuan could speak, he said:
"Biaozi, come over quickly, we were just about to call you. Old Yin finally made some hand-grabbed lamb today, you must come and try it, it's truly delicious."
