The house on Yanfu West Road is very lively in the three-story building located in the southwest corner.

Fang Bo, the founder of Fangjiacai, patrolled the kitchen with his hands behind his back. Although there was no huge earthier stove here, there was no latest oven, the Fangjiacai kitchen team, which became famous in China after four years of polishing, was enough to make him firmly believe that this justief lunch would definitely satisfy customers from any country in the world.

The stewed in the casserole, the stewed in the soup pot, the stewed in the steamer, the swimming in the fish tank, and the crawling in the pool were all perfect. Even the dishes who were transferred from various branches and had excellent temperaments were kept full of energy. Fang Bo raised his wrist and looked at the time, coughed dryly to make everyone's eyes bet, and then he spoke.

"Thank you all! Fang Jiacai can provide meals for Justief's charity lunch for the third time. This is honor and pressure! There is a saying in Peking Opera: "One minute on stage, ten years of hard work off stage". Although we are engaged in the catering industry, in the past, we are chefs, those who run the hall, and serve tea and water to others, but we must remember one thing, that is, we are all artists! If you want to carry forward Chinese cuisine, you don't have to rely on just a few people, but a few restaurants, and start from the little things and work diligently. Whether you go out to open a hotel by yourself in the future or want to become the executive chef of a star-rated hotel, you will not be able to do it without pressure, fighting spirit, and persistent firm confidence..."

Fu Zhengyi came down from the upper floor and saw Fang Bo wave his hand, signaling his kitchen team to start work, and took Ran Ying into the kitchen and took a look, but he was very happy.

Seeing Ran Ying stunned for a moment, Fang Bo couldn't help but feel a little confused. "Fu Sheng, is there something wrong?"

"Okay! OK! Anyway, it's in order to promote Chinese food and follow the local customs. I think foreigners who eat this meal should also understand it."

Ran Ying endured it again and again, but still couldn't help it. He pointed to the few brass hotpots lined up and said, "Mr. Fu, isn't it right?"

Fu Zhengyi said. "Isn't it just a hot pot? Other dishes are all served as plates. Those who should use soup basins. Don't care whether the hot pot is eaten or not? At worst, just treat it as a decoration, it doesn't matter..."

Bo Fang picked up the menu and looked at it again and again, but still couldn't find any problem. Seeing Fu Zhengyi go to see the hairy crabs raised in the pond, he quickly asked Ran Ying what was wrong?

"There are Indians among the guests today. Indians are used to grabbing them with their hands when eating. How do you eat this hot pot? Hahaha..."

Facing Ran Ying with a bright smile, Uncle Fang's face completely collapsed, muttering to himself what should I do?

Fu Zhengyi turned his face and said, "There is nothing wrong with dealing with it. It's true that the guest is here, but the problem is that I can't ask me, the host, to eat with my hands, right? Okay, I'll just serve whatever I should. If I really want to be greedy for hot pot, I'll just arrange for someone to help."

Bo Fang sighed and pointed to the casserole in the corner of the kitchen and smiled bitterly. "Fu Sheng, the problem is that this Buddha jumps over the wall and needs to be eaten while it is hot. It will be bad if it is cold..."

"This time I came to the entire team, and I don't know what I hope to get in the end. What I eat doesn't matter. What's important is just having this meal with me!"

Ran Ying thought he would say something seriously, but the result was like this, and she couldn't help laughing. "Mr. Fu, are you too unfair, right?"

Fu Zhengyi did not laugh, but said with confusion. "Humility? You need to hold it when it is time to hold it! Besides, this meal takes two hours. Although the transaction price of this meal is more than two million US dollars, the problem is that in terms of time efficiency, I really suffered a great loss!"

Ran Ying held his forehead with one hand, looking helpless. "The guests have already set off from the airport and are on the way to come. Can you be more serious?"

"Forbes Wealth List said last year how much money did I have?"

Seeing that he seemed to be serious, Ran Ying immediately said, "124.7 billion US dollars!"

"So, let's start calculating from 1995. How much US dollars do I earn every hour?"

Ran Ying was stunned, took out her cell phone and started calculating. Soon her face changed and she exclaimed. "No, right? There are so many?"

Fang Bo was curious and leaned over to see that the number displayed on the screen was 154, and was also stunned. "My God, are there so many?"

Fu Zhengyi glanced at the number and smiled. "Hey! It should be 3.08 million in two hours. In other words, in order to receive these people, I not only lost nearly one million US dollars, but also needed to accompany them to have authentic Fangjia cuisine. I was the one who suffered high losses inside and outside, so let alone hot pot, even if I only invited them to drink boiled water and eat black bread, wouldn't it be wrong?"

Fang Dagang, who walked in from outside, raised his hand. "The convoy has entered the city and will arrive in another half an hour."

Fang Bo entered the kitchen with a wry smile. Ran Ying continued to laugh, which showed that Fu Zhengyi looked disgusted and had to pursed his lips and lower his head.

Fang Dagang was puzzled. "What's wrong?"

Fu Zhengyi smiled without saying a word and went upstairs with his hands behind his back.

Ran Ying fell behind and told him the issue she had just discussed, but at the end she lowered her voice and said, "Mr. Fang, are you talking about the boss a bit too bad? I want to hit someone a little!"

"Don't be lucky enough to be in a blessing. I don't know how many people envy you in this position. You are the chief supervisor of the big house. Last time I had dinner, even Mr. Ke said that you are the number one person in the company, and the rest are just for him..."

Ran Ying's face turned red. "Mr. Fang? Why are you so poor? Don't slander me like this. I'm innocent and I'm still going to get married in two years..."

"Chengchengcheng, whatever you say is what you say..."

After receiving the notice, the passengers' convoy drove into Yanfu West Road. Fang Dagang took Ran Ying to the door, and soon an extended Bentley drove over. The one who came out of the car was an Indian man with a fierce appearance, followed by an Indian beauty wearing a sari and a pillow of Dupata, and the one who came out of the car was a middle-aged white man with a smile on his face.

Ran Ying was a little confused, but she also knew that although Fang Dagang was the president of technology, she did not understand foreign languages. She came up and introduced his identity first, and then she said that justief was waiting in the restaurant on the second floor.

The middle-aged man with a serious expression bowed and bowed. "Hello, I am the British director Danny, these two are from Bollywood..."
Chapter completed!