When the men were bringing down the ingredients, the bodyguards guarding the dock had already come forward to greet him, and their eyes fell on Leng Zimo with confusion.
"He is the new chef brought back by Mr. ROY!" the subordinate explained, passing the ingredients to his companion.
Several people carried the ingredients, and Leng Zirui brought Leng Zimo into the villa.
The housekeeper immediately went upstairs to report. After a moment, footsteps lightly sounded on the stairs.
Locke walked downstairs slowly, Leng Zirui sat on the back of the sofa, holding a newly bought apple in his hand, eating it one after another. When he saw him coming downstairs, Leng Zirui
He didn't stand up, but raised his lips towards Locke, and his eyes fell on Leng Zimo.
"Mr. Chef, this is your new master!"
"What on earth are you going to do? I...I'm just a chef. I..."
Leng Zimo just looked at Locke and said in Italian. There was anxiety in his tone and a worried look in his eyes. That posture was completely normal and abnormal for an ordinary person when he was caught.
He is worthy of being an Oscar winner, this acting is really impeccable!
Leng Zirui looked at his elder brother's expression and just sighed in his heart.
"Are you Italian?" Locke asked in Italian.
Leng Zimo nodded.
"Where were you born?" Locke walked a few steps in front of him.
"Milan."
"It's a very nice place." Locke looked at Leng Zimo in front of him carefully, "Why would an Italian want to learn Chinese cooking?"
"Because I want to be the best chef." Leng Zimo's tone became slightly clearer, sounding as if he loved his profession very much.
"Oh, that's a very good ideal." Locke took a step towards him and narrowed his dark green eyes slightly, "You seem to be very nervous, Mr. Chef."
"Because I...I don't know what you want me to do."
"That's simple. Since you are the chef, I invite you here, and of course I want you to cook." Locke shrugged, "My wife is pregnant and has a very picky taste. If you can satisfy her picky appetite, then...
I will pay you handsomely, one million dollars a week..."
"But I'm a restaurant chef, I don't want to be a home chef, and I..."
Locke coughed lightly and interrupted him, "If you can't satisfy her appetite, I guarantee you will never have the chance to cook again."
"gentlemen……"
"I'll give you an hour!" Locke interrupted him again. "In an hour, I will invite my wife downstairs for dinner. I hope you won't disappoint me."
"..."
Seeing that Leng Zimo wanted to speak again, Locke spoke again, his voice was very cold, "You don't like talkative people, if necessary, I won't mind cutting out your tongue!"
"Okay!" Leng Zimo looked like he was giving in. "What does Madam like to eat?"
"It doesn't matter what she likes to eat. What matters is what you are going to cook for her." Locke walked to the sofa and sat down. "Mr. Chef, you still have 58 minutes, take him to the kitchen!"
Two of his men came over immediately and took Leng Zimo to the kitchen.
"Sissi must like the food he cooks. I have eaten it myself and it tastes very good." Leng Zirui bit an apple and sat on the sofa opposite Locke. "And the most important thing is that he can cook Chinese food, but he can't.
He speaks Chinese and only speaks Italian. As far as I know, Sissi doesn’t understand Italian as much as I do.”
