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But she broke away suddenly and looked at Gu Weimian coldly, "Oh, did you heat it in the microwave again? But if it is heated like this, the original taste will be lost.

As soon as he finished speaking, another steward walked in from the outside and said, "Did you see that there was a dining car parked outside, and inside it was a chef who was full of enthusiasm!"

Everyone is silent...

Everyone glanced at Ke Yuzhu silently.

Didn't everything get cold after the 40-minute drive?

What if the original taste is lost when heated on Weibo?

They invited the master directly here!

I don’t know if Ke Yuzhu’s face hurts.

Sister Lin sighed helplessly.

She shouldn't have mentioned it in the first place, just eat together.

Even if these people disliked their breakfast being shabby in their hearts, at most they would secretly throw it away without eating it, and the scene would never be so embarrassing.

The manager didn't know what everyone was thinking, so he quickly opened the packaging of the food in his hand, "They actually said that today they are specifically serving our crew. Oh my God, who is this rich man?"

Everyone looked after Wei Mian again.

Rich man, I kneel down for you!

It’s just breakfast, do you want to be so generous?

Sure enough, poverty limits their imagination.

As the steward said this, he eagerly picked up the jelly and took a bite.

Then he narrowed his eyes with satisfaction.

All the taste bud cells are screaming.

It was so delicious that he cried.

I really cried.

"I...I used to think that it was so delicious that it made me cry. That was all fake. Woohoo...it's so amazing!"

"I'll go, why are you all standing there, why don't you go get it? It's super delicious!"

As he said that, he started to wolf down again, "No, I'm going to get another portion. I wonder if one person can get two portions?"

Everyone looked at each other and swallowed.

They all smell good.

Ke Yuzhu's expression was extremely ugly. Is it so exaggerated?

Before Sister Lin could stop her, she heard Ke Yuzhu say coldly,

"Didn't you eat at Fumanlou's table that day?"

The host almost burst out laughing, "What was the standard of the big table that day? Are there any dishes cooked by the Michelin chef himself? It's like acting, performed by a master and performed by an ensemble cast, in the same venue, in the same place "The crew, can we generalize?"

It is basically impossible for this kind of chef to cook for a big table.

Their requirements for food are extremely demanding.

Serving a large table, dozens of tables, and hundreds of dishes will definitely affect the quality of the food.

Now that they are at this level, they are naturally very fond of feathers.

"You know, there are two Michelin masters who made this breakfast today! One has three stars, the other has four stars, tsk tsk... I seem to have seen one of them in an authoritative food interview."

Two people?

One three stars, one four stars?

Are they inviting the only two Michelin-starred chefs who cook Cantonese cuisine in Mingzhu City?

Everyone was completely speechless.

Rich dad, do you still need leg pendants?

The kind who will act cute during dinner after graduating from college.

Everyone stood up silently, walked over silently, and silently took the lunch box from Gu Weimian's hand.

Some who couldn't see it walked out directly.

No words are needed throughout the entire process.

They admit that they have fallen under the spell of money.

Think about today's experience. Two Michelin chefs came to the set to prepare a breakfast for him, omit them.