Zhang Long's home.
It took just over ten minutes.
A white-haired, spirited, and seemingly reliable elder chef arrived with two nimble middle-aged assistants, carrying a box and knocking on Zhang Long's door.
After a brief introduction, the white-haired elder chef's eyes lit up as he looked at the ingredients on the table, his expression gleaming as if he had discovered a treasure.
He hurriedly knocked and felt the lamb chops and chicken legs.
And he kept exclaiming in admiration,
"Good stuff, these are all good stuff!"
"May I start working now?"
Zhang Long noticed the man eagerly looking at him and couldn't help but nod.
He then watched as the three of them took the ingredients and entered the kitchen.
The relative who had called him earlier had also mentioned,
the highly reliable white-haired elder chef,
was among the oldest masters of a certain cuisine.
Now retired, he had been hired as a special head chef by the most famous local hotel.
