Chapter 207

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Protagonist:

Lu Feng

After checking the receipt and confirming it was correct, Lu Feng took out his bank card: "Card, thanks."

"Sure, the cashier is over there, sir, please follow me to the cashier to settle the bill."

The waiter smiled and pointed at the cashier next to the first-floor hall entrance.

Lu Feng nodded, just about to stand up.

The waiter hesitated a moment, her gaze falling on the dishes covering the table, and asked in a gentle tone.

"Sir, may I ask, would you like these dishes packed to go, or……"

She didn't say "throw away"; if this many dishes were dumped, the Head Chef Cheng Fan in the back kitchen would probably ask about it for half a day.

"Pack them." Lu Feng smiled and said.

"Alright, I'll go get the takeout boxes for you first, please wait a moment."

The waiter let out a breath of relief, hurriedly agreed, turned around, and walked toward the back kitchen.

Lu Feng, meanwhile, took his bank card and walked to the cashier, swiping his card to pay directly.

Then he walked back to his seat and sat down, scrolling on his phone while waiting for the waiter to pack the food.

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On the other side, the waiter walked quickly to the Hall Manager's side and reported in a lowered voice.

"Manager, that customer by the window is someone Li Boss knows, but he ordered six dishes and only ate a few bites of each. Should we report to Li Boss? What if the food doesn't suit his taste……"

The Manager frowned upon hearing this and glanced in Lu Feng's direction.

Lu Feng was currently looking down at his phone, posture relaxed, with no dissatisfied expression on his face.

The Manager thought for a while and said solemnly: "Someone the Boss knows we must take seriously. I'll go report to the Boss, you keep him here for now."

"Okay." The waiter nodded in acknowledgment and left.

After the waiter left, the Manager immediately jogged toward the back kitchen.

Just now he saw Li Hong'an enter the back kitchen; he should still be there by now.

Arriving at the back kitchen, Li Hong'an was indeed there; he was talking with Cheng Fan about something.

"Boss!"

The Manager called out, walked over quickly, and whispered in Li Hong'an's ear: "That customer surnamed Lu is about to leave now. The waiter said…… he ordered six dishes and barely ate a few bites. Do you want to go take a look?"

His words had just fallen when Cheng Fan's stir-frying movements stopped.

Without waiting for Li Hong'an to speak, he knitted his brows, stared at the Manager, and asked: "My Red Braised Pork, did he eat it?"

The Manager met Cheng Fan's icy cold eyes, his heart skipped a beat, and he said with a bitter smile: "I just looked from afar in the hall. There's still Red Braised Pork left on the plate. He should have eaten one piece……"

"What?"

Cheng Fan's voice instantly rose several degrees, his face clouded over: "My signature dish, made with top-grade black pork air-freighted back, and he only ate one piece?"

He slammed the gas stove shut, walked up to the Manager, stared fixedly at him, and asked: "Did he say anything about how it tasted?"

"This……"

The Manager rubbed his hands, eyes hesitant, and said: "The waiter didn't ask further, just said to pack the remaining dishes……"

【37】 "No evaluation? I'll go ask him myself!"

"No Evaluation? I'll go out and ask him!"

Cheng Fan gritted his teeth and rushed for the exit, muttering curses: "Damn it! I put so much effort into making that Red Braised Pork, he only ate one piece and didn't even let out a fart before leaving! I see he simply doesn't put me in his eyes at all!"

"Cheng Fan! Get back here!"

Li Hong'an grabbed him but didn't hold on. Fearing this kid would go cause a scene with Lu Feng, he hurriedly chased after him.

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Over in the hall, the waiter appeared meticulous but was actually stalling for time as she packed the dishes on the table into takeout boxes.

She picked up the packed bag and handed it to Lu Feng, smiling: "Sir, your dishes are packed. Do you need me to put in a few extra pairs of chopsticks? I'll go get them for you."

Lu Feng took the takeout box, feeling it heavy in his hand.

Looks like tomorrow's lunch can be quite lavish, only it's all leftovers.

Seeing the waiter about to leave, Lu Feng waved his hand and said: "No need. I don't like using disposable chopsticks."

"Then…… can you spare a few minutes, sir?"

Seeing the Manager hadn't returned, the waiter tried to keep Lu Feng a few more minutes as much as possible. Without waiting for Lu Feng to respond, she continued: "I'd like to ask if you're satisfied with our restaurant's dishes. If there's any flavor that doesn't suit you, I can call the chef over to communicate. Our Master Chef Cheng is also in the back kitchen; he'd be very happy to hear customers' opinions."

Master Chef Cheng?

Very happy to hear others' opinions?

Lu Feng's mind involuntarily conjured up Cheng Fan's proud face.

Forget it.

If I get entangled with him, who knows what that guy would say.

He had tasted Cheng Fan's culinary skill today and already had a clear idea in his heart.

Compared to his own system-enhanced culinary skill, Cheng Fan simply falls far short.

"No need, thanks."

Lu Feng, carrying the takeout box, waved at the waiter and directly refused.

He had just walked to the restaurant entrance when he heard a burst of urgent footsteps behind him.

Accompanying it was a cold snort laced with anger.

Lu Feng didn't need to turn around; just hearing that voice, he knew Cheng Fan had come out.

Sure enough, the next second.

"Lu Feng, stop!"

A shout carrying a few notes of arrogance rang out from behind Lu Feng.

Lu Feng turned around somewhat helplessly, his gaze calm as he looked at Cheng Fan approaching with anger on his face.

He wasn't afraid of facing Cheng Fan; he just didn't want to waste time getting entangled with him.

The customers eating in the Hall were instantly drawn by the commotion, curiously looking over this way.

"Why are you in such a hurry to leave?"

Cheng Fan took two steps forward, standing in front of Lu Feng, raising his voice a few more degrees: "The Red Braised Pork I made, you took a bite, turned around, and wanted to leave—what do you mean?"

"I'm full; can't I leave?"

Lu Feng looked at his flushed and anxious appearance, speaking in a faint tone: "Chef Cheng, I came today just to eat a meal; are you overthinking it?"

"Overthinking it?"

Cheng Fan let out a cold snort, his tone full of arrogance: "Then let Chef Lu say it—how does the Red Braised Pork I made compare to yours in taste?"

"You really want to hear?"

Lu Feng glanced at the customers in the Hall watching like spectators.

"Nonsense, say it quickly!"

Cheng Fan said impatiently: "I, Cheng Fan, am not someone afraid of hearing others' opinions; as long as you can say it, I can accept it."

He was full of confidence in the Red Braised Pork he made; whether in ingredient selection or every detail of the production process, he believed he had already demonstrated his highest level.

He had already prepared himself to hear Lu Feng praise his culinary skill.

"Fine, the Red Braised Pork you made... is just average."

Lu Feng naturally wouldn't say it was Delicious against his conscience, answering honestly.

"Average?"

Hearing Lu Feng's light and airy evaluation, Cheng Fan stood stunned in place.