City: I, the God of Cooking!

Wu Zhongtian came to the bathroom on the second floor, washed his face, wiped off the water with his sleeve, and looked in the mirror.

Suddenly I felt a little blurry, and then I took off my eyes, and now I can see clearly.

He saw that his complexion had improved a lot, not only had it become rosier, but the wrinkles on his face seemed to be less.

What's more, his eyesight returned to normal level!
And just now I seemed to be running up the stairs.

After realizing this, Wu Zhongtian's heart was turned upside down.

If the appetite has improved, it can be explained by the delicious food, but the recovery of eyesight and the great improvement in physical fitness cannot be explained by scientific common sense!

"The efficacy of those meals is amazing! It's like a panacea!"

Wu Zhongtian was amazed in the toilet.

He pushed open the door excitedly, rushed downstairs, and saw Meng Zhan was teaching Su Lingyin how to master the knife skill, so he walked over quickly and grabbed Meng Zhan's hand.

"Thank you! Thank you so much!"

Wu Haoran also hurried over, his eyes were slightly rosy, because he knew that his grandfather had recovered from his illness.

Meng Zhan smiled and said, "You're welcome."

"No, you must be polite!" Wu Zhongtian said seriously, "I have decided to sell you [-]% of Wu's Group shares!"

As soon as these words came out, the entire restaurant fell silent.

A [-]% stake in Tianhao Group is a hundred million!
When Meng Zhan heard this, his first thought was to shirk it. He just spent less than an hour and a half cooking a meal, so how could he accept so many benefits.

Mr. Wu did not let go, and said solemnly: "You must accept it, otherwise I will kneel down for you!"

Wu Haoran wept with joy, and persuaded: "Brother Meng, you just accept it, you cured my grandfather's disease, you deserve this share."

Hearing what they said, Meng Zhan could only nod his head.

Mr. Wu immediately called someone to bring the contract.

When the people in the group heard that Mr. Wu wanted to transfer the shares, they immediately exploded. Of course, those on the board of directors disagreed.

But Wu Zhongtian's illness has recovered, and he will return to the company soon.

So Mr. Wu didn't get used to them, he just snorted coldly: "Whoever doesn't agree to let him submit a letter of resignation, get out of the group immediately!"

Although Wu Zhongtian is old, his mind is very good.

He clearly knew that during the period of his illness, all kinds of demons and ghosts in the group were trying their best to occupy his rights.

He had long wanted to tidy up these people, and it happened that now that his body had recovered, he could return to the company.

Therefore, all those who showed wolfish ambitions during this period were kicked out.

Even if they don't object to this matter, Wu Zhongtian still wants to settle accounts with them.

After a while, the manager came with a full set of formalities.

After Meng Zhan picked up the signature pen and signed, he had a net worth of hundreds of millions.

Afterwards, Wu Zhongtian sent another assistant to him, she was a woman, she was very pretty, she looked a bit coquettish.

Wearing OL attire, black silk, black-rimmed glasses, and high heels, he is almost as tall as Meng Zhan, smells of perfume all over his body, and has ghostly eyes.

"This is A Duo, if you have anything to do in the future, just tell her." Wu Zhongtian said.

A Duo came to Meng Zhan and said with a charming smile: "Mr. Meng, please take care of me in the future!"

Meng Zhan didn't like this kind of flirtatious sex, but after all, it was Wu Zhongtian's kindness that allowed her to stay.

Wu Zhongtian said again: "Haoran, Meng Zhan will be your big brother from now on, you should learn more from him, understand?"

Wu Haoran said solemnly: "I know Grandpa!"

Wu Zhongtian looked at Meng Zhan again, cupped his fists and said, "I have other things to deal with, so I won't bother you. I'll come back tomorrow."

"Okay, Mr. Wu, go slowly." Meng Zhan said.

Wu Zhongtian took the crutch handed over by his grandson. Although he no longer needs to use the crutch, it is still possible to hold it in his hand and pretend to be aggressive.

Walking out of the kitchen, Wu Zhongtian purposely came to Liu Yinlan's side again, and said respectfully: "Miss Liu, I'll take my leave first."

Liu Yinlan nodded slightly.

Wu Zhongtian didn't dare to say a word, and left the restaurant with his grandson.

When they walked out of the restaurant, the eyes of Jin Jiuzhi's group almost popped out.

They were outside the restaurant, seeing everything through the glass walls.

Leaving aside how old Mr. Wu is recovering, just donating [-]% of the shares as a gift is enough to shock their jaws.

"What shit luck is this kid on?" Jin Jiuzhi scolded.

Cui Shitian was so jealous that his face was distorted, and he snorted coldly: "This old man must have lost his mind, otherwise why would he give away [-]% of the shares to that kid?"

By this time, Strife was almost done eating.

"It's delicious! Thank you very much for your hospitality!" Strife made a gentlemanly salute and said, "I can give a good rating for the meals you just cooked. If you want, I will Apply to the Gastronomic Association to issue you a star rating, this is my business card."

The business card is gold-plated and holds a lot of weight in the hand.

Meng Zhan took a look, what a guy, I thought this guy was a well-dressed foreigner, but he was the vice president of the Food Association.

Meng Zhan asked, "Is the star rating you mentioned similar to that of Michelin?"

"No, no, the stars of our food association are divided into three levels: low, medium, and high." Strife said, "Michelin is only the lowest rating, which is applicable to ordinary high-end restaurants. And the medium rating And the top rating is very unique, and only restaurants with very delicious food are eligible."

"Then is this rating useful to me?" Meng Zhan asked.

"It's very useful, but I can't explain it clearly in a few words. After the star rating is completed, you will naturally understand." Strife said.

Meng Zhan couldn't ask any more questions.

Strife thanked Meng Zhan again for his hospitality, and walked out of the restaurant.

Jin Jiuzhi and others immediately surrounded him.

"Mr. Strife, the food he cooks must be terrible?" Cui Shitian asked hastily.

Strife glanced at him, snorted coldly: "If the food he cooks is called unpalatable, then what you cook in the restaurant can only be rubbish." He continued, "After what happened last night, I think you Your restaurant may not be qualified to have the current star rating, so I will submit an application to the association to remove your restaurant's star rating when I go back."

Hearing this, Jin Jiuzhi's face immediately turned pale.

A star rating from the Gourmet Association is to his restaurant the equivalent of being gilded at a prestigious university.

If there is no rating, his restaurant is nothing, and those rich people will never buy it again.

Strife looked at Cui Shitian again, "The food evaluation you gave yesterday made me doubt your ability. I will consider applying to the Food Association to remove your identity."

After speaking, he turned and left.

Leaving a group of them staring blankly in the wind.