Zhao Meng listened to Fu Yu swear with confidence, utterly dumbfounded, and finally felt a rare sense of relief after suppressing his emotions for so long.
He looked at Fu Yu with mixed feelings, both amused and deeply moved.
Seeing Zhao Meng smile, Fu Yu became even more enthusiastic and said, "Chef Zhao, don't worry, I will definitely do what I promise! I've already preliminarily set specific goals for each step."
"Regarding my studies, I can't compare, but I can surpass his achievements one by one after he graduates!"
"In the first year after graduation, I interned at Qianlima, successfully transitioned to a full-time position, and in the second month after that, I participated in the Gold Medal Chef Competition and won first place!"
"Starting today, I will strive to first pass the junior title, then pursue the intermediate, and ultimately obtain the senior technician certificate!"
"Reputation is built gradually, and connections are made slowly. If he can do it, so can I!"
