"Ah? Boss, do you really want me to do it?"
This test came so suddenly that Du Guangning didn't react for a moment.
In fact, because of the seasonings and sauces crafted by Jiang Yu, the flavor of the cold dishes he makes now is quite close to those made by Jiang Yu himself to some extent.
But when it comes to hot dishes, although he has been learning all along, he seldom actually makes them himself, let alone making dishes good enough to be served in a private room.
However, because he needed to prepare daily meals for those three patients with anorexia, he often cooked some simple and light dishes, which those patients could enjoy with great appetite.
Over time, their physical condition improved considerably.
"Is that even a question?"
Jiang Yu pulled up a chair, sat down, gave him a glance, and said,
"Hurry up, everyone is still hungry. We'll depend on you for lunch today."
"Oh, okay."
