Fu Yu smiled: "That's true, but I have nowhere else to brag, at most I'll flaunt it to you to get you worked up."
Zhao Meng snorted coldly as soon as he heard it: "Worked up, me?"
Fu Yu immediately leaned to the side: "I'm just trying to ignite your work enthusiasm, hey! Gentlemen use words instead of fists... Oops, the frog legs in the bowl are about to spill!"
Zhao Meng got up and tried to boot him, while Fu Yu dodged around the kitchen counter.
The two of them made a fuss, causing everyone around to laugh.
Fu Yu has always been the live wire in the kitchen; as long as he's around, Zhao Meng, the fire-breathing dragon, won't explode so easily.
Fu Yu received an invitation letter from the Provincial Gourmet Association, and the news quickly spread around the shop.
Anyone who heard the news was particularly envious of Fu Yu.
