So, the group parked their car again and walked into this high-end Chinese restaurant.
They were politely guided to a top-level private room on the third floor by the staff, and Leng Zirui immediately pretended to order a heap of dishes.
The food and drinks were served quickly, and the dishes looked quite appetizing. Leng Zirui immediately picked up his chopsticks to start eating.
To please his Asian girlfriend, ROY deliberately learned to use Chinese tableware, so Ah Ke wasn’t surprised by his taste for Chinese food and his skills with the utensils.
Once they were fully content with the food and drink, Leng Zirui lowered the chopsticks he was holding.
"I want to see the chef!"
"This..." The male server was a bit embarrassed, "These are all made by our boss. He... is very busy!"
"So busy that he’s careless about having iron wire in the food?" Leng Zirui stretched out his chopsticks and pulled out a thin iron wire from the dish.
The male server’s face instantly changed, and he apologized profusely, "I am truly sorry, I’ll immediately call our boss over!"
Ah Ke looked at the wire on his chopsticks, imagining the potential hygiene issues in the dishes he had just consumed, only slightly furrowing his brow.
"Don’t worry." Leng Zirui tossed the iron wire onto the table, "I just put it in myself, these dishes have no issues."
As soon as he finished his sentence, the door to the private room was pushed open, the male server carefully opened the door, letting a person in. The person waved gently, and the male server then left, closing the door to the room.
The man was around his forties or fifties, tall and dressed in a white chef’s uniform, his salt-and-pepper hair and a beard almost covered half of his face, and beneath equally frosted eyebrows were a pair of slightly hazy gray eyes.
"I am the person in charge of this restaurant, is there anything I can assist you with?!"

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