Gong Yutao stared at the phone he'd just been hung up on, death in his eyes. So the boss meant he had to cook it himself? And with more meat.
He couldn't remember the boss having a particular fondness for meat.
He knew without thinking who the boss's meat dish was intended for.
Damn... you want to please your woman, you should do it yourself. Why drag a brother into making food for your girl?
Despite being a prominent figure in Beijing, he'd now stooped to being the dedicated chef to appease his brother's woman.
He felt sorry for himself for a whole three seconds.
Sigh, he'd chosen his friends poorly. Without another thought, since the boss wanted it now, he dared not delay.
He shed his high-end suit and stepped out of his office, heading to the kitchen.
"Mr. Gong, good to see you..." The chefs tensed up seeing their boss enter the kitchen, and immediately greeted him in unison.
