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327. Chapter 327 Honorary Chef?

Leng Xuan pinched his nose, smiled, and didn't say anything. He was a little surprised. Although Luo Qianzhang didn't directly say that he was the owner of the imperial restaurant, he could tell it from his words.

Luo Qianzhang said: "Mr. Ling, don't be too pretentious. I wonder who that expert is? You can just give me his phone number. I can ask him for advice in person. It should be more polite."

Ling Tian smiled angrily and said: "The person you are looking for is far away and right in front of you, but you want to care about my phone number?"

"Ah?" Luo Qianzhang was slightly startled. Apart from himself and his granddaughter, there were only the old man and the young man named Leng Xuan. Could it be that the guest that Mr. Ling was referring to was Leng Xuan? Thinking of this, he naturally turned his eyes.

He turned to Leng Xuan and said with some disbelief: "Young man, is the esophagus expert that Mr. Ling mentioned about you the same?"

A flash of surprise flashed across Luo Shuixi's eyes, and she stared at Leng Xuan unfazed.

Leng Xuan smiled bitterly and said: "Old sir, the dishes made by your house actually taste quite good. Last time I just talked nonsense, I hope you don't take it to heart."

Luo Qianzhang was stunned for a moment, then thought of something and said with a smile: "Young man, there is no need to be humble. Old man, I am sincerely asking for advice. Of course, I won't let your help go in vain. Let's do this, I will just use my annual salary of 300,000 yuan.

If I hire you to be the honorary chef of the Royal Food House, you won’t be required to cook. I just need you to spare a few days of your free time every week to come over and teach our chefs. How about this? I wonder if you can agree?"

After hearing this, Mr. Ling was really angry. Is this old boy Luo Qianzhang poaching from him or something? In front of him. However, this matter was requested by Leng Xuan, so of course he couldn't say anything.

What? Then he looked at Leng Xuan.

Leng Xuan said: "Old sir, I'm sorry, I think I can't promise you."

"Oh?" Luo Qianzhang was a little confused. You must know that among the chefs at Yushi, the one with the highest annual salary is 210,000 yuan. The others are earning 70,000, 80,000 yuan, or even 100,000 yuan. He agreed at once.

Leng Xuan still doesn't agree to the annual salary of 300,000 yuan? From the clothes on Leng Xuan's body, it can be seen that this young man does not look like a rich man. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but said in confusion: "

Why is this? Is the annual salary of 300,000 yuan too low? If so, I can give you a little more. You can also put forward some other requirements of your own, and I will try my best to satisfy you."

Leng Xuan is now Miss Ling's personal bodyguard. How can he usually have time to teach others how to cook? Of course, there is no need for him to let others know about these things. He smiled and said: "Mr., I misunderstood. I don't think so."

The annual salary you gave is too low. However, I am still a student now and I usually don’t have much free time. Although I have two days off on Saturdays and Sundays, the college entrance examination is coming soon, so I am still quite tight on time. So,

I can't promise the old gentleman, and I hope the old gentleman will forgive me."

"Ah! So that's it." The old gentleman was slightly disappointed, but he understood what Leng Xuan said, nodded, and said: "Well, I won't force you. Oh, young man,

What's your phone number? If you have time, I hope you can come to my house as a guest. I'll ask Xi'er to cook a few dishes for you to try. Speaking of which, her cooking skills are outstanding."

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