Professor Xie, isn't this a case of forcing customers to buy products that don't match the

"My grouper must be fresh! It has to be the first cut!"

"You think you can be as delicious as my boiled cabbage in clear broth?! A truly refined dish is one that soothes the palate and warms the soul!"

"What style?! My Wellington pastry needs to be served on time! It has to be served first! Besides, Western food has its own rules!"

"What about my crispy suckling pig?! Can I still eat it if it gets cold?!"

……

The chefs on the screen argued about everything from differences between Chinese and Western cultures to banquet culture, their faces flushed and necks bulging.

Shang Song stared, his mouth agape in disbelief.

When he ordered the menu and left, everyone was still getting along well, wasn't he?!

He whirled around, grabbed Xie Jing's arm, and his voice trembled inexplicably: "Self-service! It has to be self-service! Immediately! Now! Change it to self-service! Quick! Xie Jing, tell them! Stop arguing! What if they start fighting with spatulas!"

He simply couldn't imagine what would happen if his plan to treat his brothers to a meal led to a massive brawl involving Xie Jing's culinary team. How could he ever face anyone asking for snacks again?!

Xie Jing imagined the scene of more than twenty master chefs actually picking up spatulas and fighting because Shang Song had gone down for a stroll, and suddenly chuckled.

He pulled Shang Song closer to him with one hand, and with the other hand, he picked up his phone, typed a command, and sent it.

Three seconds after the message was sent, the chefs on the monitor, who had just been arguing heatedly about the first course, instantly went silent.

After a tacit exchange of chuckles, they stopped arguing about the order of serving dishes, banquet culture, and the combination of hot and cold dishes, and began to discuss the normal issues of food preparation.

Shang Song finally breathed a sigh of relief, her body going limp as she leaned against Xie Jing. "That scared me to death! I'll never do something like that again. I'll leave it to the professionals!"

Xie Jing put down his phone, gently stroking the back of Shang Song's head with his free hand, his voice filled with obvious indulgent laughter, "It doesn't matter if you're not a professional, the result is good. The buffet format is more comfortable than a traditional banquet, and it's more suitable for your friends."

Shang Song asked instinctively, "Really? It wasn't me messing around?"

"No, that doesn't count," Xie Jing affirmed.

Now, Shang Song's slight anxiety about messing things up completely disappeared. He immediately perked up again, picked up the glass of juice again, and offered it to Xie Jing's lips even more eagerly, his face plastered with an extremely fawning smile:

"Thank you, sir/madam, please have some juice! To replenish your Vitamin C!"

Xie Jing raised an eyebrow slightly.

Big spender Xie? Sugar daddy?

He took a sip of juice from Shang Song's hand, swallowed it, and then asked leisurely, "Oh? So attentive?"

"Of course!" Shang Song answered confidently, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Before the Lantern Festival feast, you're our most important sugar daddy! We have to serve you well!"

As he spoke, he shoved the juice into Xie Jing's hand and began to massage Xie Jing's shoulders with feigned seriousness. "He who eats another's food is bound to be obligated to him, he who takes another's gift is bound to be obligated to him! I understand!"

Xie Jing's eyes widened with amusement at the force of the tickling. He leaned down to put down the juice, then reached out and grabbed Shang Song's waist, pulling him off the sofa and placing him back on his lap.

"Sit quietly," he said in a low voice. "That's the best service you can give."

Shang Song chuckled and immediately snuggled back into Xie Jing's arms.

The Lantern Festival happened to fall on a Saturday, and it was a rare sunny day.

Shang Song used to refuse to get out of bed until 12 o'clock on his days off, but today he quickly got out of bed at 10 o'clock.

Xie Jing had already gotten up; he guessed he was in the study.

He stretched lazily, slid off the bed, slipped on his slippers, and went to wash up.

After washing up, I spent a long time in the walk-in closet choosing my revenge outfit before finally emerging from the master bedroom.

A small bowl of sweet soup sits on the warming plate of the restaurant island.

A note was pasted next to it, in Xie Jing's handwriting: "A Lantern Festival custom, use some in the morning. I'm in the study."

It is made by shaving tender white yam into thin slices, adding beaten egg, and cooking handmade glutinous rice balls.

Shang Song felt a sweet warmth in his heart. He slurped it down in a few gulps, smacked his lips, and found it smooth, sweet, and very palatable.

He put down his bowl, glanced in the direction of the study, and without disturbing it, thinking about the important matter at hand, he turned and ran to the elevator, pressing the button for the 85th floor.

The atmosphere changed instantly the moment the elevator doors opened.

Lin Zhou stood on the edge of the terrace, quietly directing a dozen or so staff members to make the final arrangements for the venue.

On the side closer to the kitchen aisle, several chefs, along with their assistants, were conducting final checks and pre-processing on some of the delivered ingredients.

"Good morning, Mr. Shang." Lin Zhou was the first to notice him. He turned around and bowed slightly to him, his expression as respectful as ever. But upon closer inspection, Lin Zhou's eyes seemed to carry a very obvious gentle smile today.

"Brother Lin Zhou, you've worked hard!" Shang Song ran over with bright eyes, looking curiously at the table covered with a clean white tablecloth, where fresh flowers were being arranged little by little by the staff.

He exclaimed in surprise, "Is it really that exaggerated? It feels like a wedding banquet!"

Upon hearing this, Lin Zhou's smile deepened, but he didn't respond to the question. Instead, he asked, "Has Mr. Shang had breakfast yet? The chefs are making final adjustments and preparing the meal. You can take a look and see if there's anything else that needs to be adjusted."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Old Wei, the Western restaurant owner who was testing the hot stone slab, called out to Shang Song, "Mr. Shang, you're here? Come and try the beef cubes to see if they're cooked to your liking!"

Shang Song only had a small bowl of sweet soup in his stomach. Upon hearing this, he immediately rushed over and was given a small plate by Lao Wei, on which was a piece of freshly fried Wagyu beef.

Shang Song blew on it, carefully took a bite, and found the outer skin crispy and fragrant, the inside a beautiful pink, and the meat juicy. He immediately gave a thumbs up, "Delicious! Super tender!"

Before he could even swallow his beef, Chef Liu's voice rang out: "Freshly made top-quality broth! Mr. Shang, come and have a taste!"

Sister Su from the pastry section brought over a plate of freshly baked pastries with a smile. "Try this red bean paste pastry; it's best when it's fresh out of the oven!"

The pastry chef handed him a bowl of sea salt caramel pudding, the cold dish chef scooped out a mouthful of seafood in broth, and the soup chef scooped out abalone from Buddha Jumps Over the Wall...

Shang Song was so overwhelmed by the feeding that his mouth never stopped. All he could do was nod frantically and give a thumbs-up to each of the master chefs.

But the masters were all staring at him expectantly, waiting for his professional evaluation.

"Mr. Shang, which do you think enhances the flavor better, this soy sauce or the previous savory sauce?"

"Mr. Shang, which filling do you prefer, this freshly made shrimp dumpling filling or the one I made last time?"

"Mr. Shang, how is the balance between the sweetness and saltiness of this pudding? Does it need further adjustment?"

One problem after another, but how can Shangsong be considered superior?

He thought they all tasted delicious!

Surrounded by delicious food is certainly blissful, but Shang Song couldn't bear being eagerly awaited "professional" evaluations from a group of chefs who were extremely meticulous about their culinary skills.

He looked left and saw Master Liu, then right and saw Master Wei. In front of him was Sister Su, and behind him stood the dessert chef.

Everyone was waiting for his "golden words," as if his evaluation could determine the ranking of the chefs in the kitchen that day.

He was under immense pressure, and finally slapped his forehead: "Ah! Right! Brother Linzhou! Masters! I suddenly remembered, I need to quickly go and confirm what time my friends will arrive! You guys go ahead and get busy!"

After saying that, he slipped away and made a hasty retreat.