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Chapter 122 Exactly the same taste!

"Lacking a little innovation?"

The housekeeper frowned slightly, and there was a trace of strangeness in his eyes,
"Mr. Zhong, what do you mean?"

Zhong Xiaochuan waved his hand lightly and said,
"Oh, it's not really interesting~ I didn't say that your cooking tastes bad.

I mean, when I eat your food, I always feel like I've eaten somewhere before. "

"Mr. Zhong thinks he has eaten the food made by this chef before?"

Uncle the housekeeper couldn't help asking.

"Yes, the taste...is exactly the same as the Western restaurant I often went to before."

"Is it exactly the same?"

After hearing Zhong Xiaochuan's words, the housekeeper's uncle's eyes not only did not show surprise, but showed a hint of deep thought.
"Then Mr. Zhong, do you remember anything?"

After Zhong Xiaochuan heard this sentence, a series of question marks appeared on his forehead. What does this mean?

Seeing Zhong Xiaochuan like this, Mr. Butler quickly waved his hands, looked at Zhong Xiaochuan with slightly apologetic eyes, and said slowly,
"Oh, no sir, I didn't mean that.

I just want to ask sir, is the western restaurant you often go to still open?
I want to see if the taste of that restaurant is really the same, just to do a market research. "

After Zhong Xiaochuan heard this sentence, he glanced at the man in front of him with some doubts.

For some reason, Zhong Xiaochuan always felt that things were not that simple.

Does this guy want to pry someone else's corner?

Ever since, Zhong Xiaochuan waved his hand calmly and said,
"That restaurant is in another city. I forget the name, but I heard it seems to have closed down. You don't need to do market research anymore."

"Closed? I don't think so. How can a western restaurant with such a skilled chef go bankrupt so easily?"

Uncle the housekeeper's face was full of distrust, and Zhong Xiaochuan always felt that the uncle's dark eyes were filled with condemnation of himself.

condemn?

So, what the hell did you do?
Is there any need for a well-bred man to be so hostile to him?

Frowning somewhat unhappily, Zhong Xiaochuan stood up from the chair, with a faint smile on his face.

"Mr. Steward may not know that in the business field, there are actually many things that cannot be predicted.

The cooking skills of French chefs are good, but the chef has no way to decide the management's operations, or the tastes of the surrounding people, and it is not impossible to go bankrupt.

Being made things difficult by a man again and again, Zhong Xiaochuan couldn't help it no matter how good his temper was~
"Teacher, since we have finished our meal, let's go, and don't stay here to disturb others."

"it is good."

Mi Huiyue smiled lightly at Zhong Xiaochuan.

To be honest, Mi Huiyue could actually feel the weird atmosphere at this time, so she didn't want to stay in this place any longer.

"Goodbye then."

Having said that, Zhong Xiaochuan didn't want to continue chatting with the housekeeper anymore, so he wanted to hold Mi Huiyue's hand directly, planning to leave this place.

Just as Zhong Xiaochuan was about to step through the door, Mr. Butler's words rang from Zhong Xiaochuan's ears again,

"Then Mr. Zhong, what you mean is that what our chef cooked this time does not meet Mr. Zhong's appetite."

Zhong Xiaochuan: "..."

Good guy, what's wrong with this butler uncle?

what happened?
Did I accidentally take away his woman's heart a long, long time ago, or what happened?
Do you need to have such a big opinion on yourself?
With a cold snort, Zhong Xiaochuan raised his head and looked directly at Mr. Housekeeper in front of him, and said indifferently,
"Mr. Butler, what do you mean?"

Sensing the displeasure in Zhong Xiaochuan's heart, Mr. Housekeeper quickly put on a flattering smile, and said with a slightly apologetic look,

"No, Mr. Zhong. I didn't mean that. You know, those of us in the catering industry care very much about the evaluation of dishes.

If Mr. Zhong has any opinions, feel free to put them forward and we will improve them.

Only through continuous improvement, our western restaurant will go further and further on the high-end road.

If Mr. Zhong is displeased by what I just said is inappropriate, please forgive me. "

Mr. Housekeeper is indeed a person who was raised by a professional. What he said was both polite and sharp, and Zhong Xiaochuan couldn't feel right when he heard it.

Frowning slightly, Zhong Xiaochuan glanced at Mr. Housekeeper coldly. Although he was still puzzled, he didn't say anything in the end, and just pulled Mi Huiyue out coldly.

Look at the attitude of the housekeeper uncle, how can he absorb opinions and pursue growth?

This is simply finding fault!

Zhong Xiaochuan said that he really didn't want to talk to this man at all.

Sure enough, after going out for a long time, all ghosts and snakes in the world will appear!
"Sir, are you leaving now? Don't you want to leave some suggestions for the shop?"

Mr. Butler is indeed a lamp that does not save oil. Before Zhong Xiaochuan could take two steps, he continued to ask,
"Anyway, it's also a store that brings good memories to Mr. Zhong. Mr. Zhong, don't you really plan to give us some advice?"

What Mr. Butler said was extremely meaningful. Zhong Xiaochuan always felt that he was using this store to scold himself.

But Zhong Xiaochuan has no evidence.

With a slight pause in his footsteps, Zhong Xiaochuan turned his head and looked at the butler uncle who seemed to be smiling, raised his eyebrows and said,

"If you insist on my suggestions, I do have some suggestions for you.

Although the taste of your restaurant is good and the decoration is luxurious, the quality of the waiters is too uneven, right?

With your service standards, this store will probably close down next year! "

As the saying goes, those who eat people are soft-mouthed and those who take others are soft-handed. Zhong Xiaochuan actually doesn't really want to conflict with them.

But this uncle, the housekeeper, is obviously deceiving too much. If Zhong Xiaochuan doesn't respond, what will others think of him?
Mr. Steward: "..."

He was a little angry, but for a while he didn't know where to vent his anger.

What the hell is this man?

"Let's go. When your boss comes back, please ask your boss to call me and I will pay her back the meal money."

After leaving these words behind, Zhong Xiaochuan dragged Mi Huiyue away in an unusually chic manner.

Looking at Zhong Xiaochuan's leaving figure, the housekeeper's eyes contained a touch of deep meaning, and then he took out his mobile phone...

(End of this chapter)