"Uncle, how's the taste, okay?"
Wang Ziqin and Wang Aiguo were sitting at the table next to them; Chu Yueyue initially intended to act as a server for a while.
But after Wang Aiguo found out she was already pregnant, he slapped Daniel on the forehead to make him more observant.
"It's good, quite excellent, tastes just like back home. Finding a chef with this skill here isn't easy."
Wang Aiguo nodded with satisfaction, reaching out to take the bowl Daniel handed over, then picking up a chopstickful of cold noodles before pushing the bowl to Chu Yueyue.
"Niece-in-law, have some more; now's the time you need nutrition."
"That's why I say I'm lucky!"
As soon as Wang Ziqin started mentioning this, he got enthusiastic, beaming with pride as he said, "Originally, I wanted to make it a Western-style restaurant with some of our domestic garden restaurant vibes, that's why I cooperated with Chef Marchello."
