"Mr. Liu, no exaggeration here, but even your Bloody Restaurant might not have this dish,"
Lao Si came over, saying proudly.
"The stuff inside is an ancestral treasure passed down from President Yuan's family. If it weren't for your sake, we wouldn't even let anyone have a glimpse of it, let alone make it into a dish."
"Cut the crap, you're going to make Mr. Liu laugh. Bloody Restaurant, what kind of treasures don't they have?"
Yuan Baoer said this, but a smile crept onto her face.
"Oh? Then I must taste it for myself."
Just as Mr. Liu was about to lift the lid of the pot, Lao Si stopped him.
"Hold on, Mr. Liu. Don't rush. Eat the others first; this dish should be the last one to enjoy."
"Alright, sure."
He nodded and picked up a soy-sauce-glazed pork rib.
He wolfed down the food voraciously, sweeping through the meal like a tornado, leaving nearly nothing but scraps on the table.
"Burp~"
Liu Zheng let out a satisfied belch.
