After Yao Shi left, everyone in the kitchen started preparing lunch.
Before the meal was ready, except for the chef who was cooking the staff meal, everyone else found a place to rest.
Sun Mingze gathered with a few of his classmates, squeezed into a corner of the kitchen.
It was a rare leisure time after a day's work for these interns.
The other chefs were all taking their own breaks, and no one paid attention to what these interns were doing.
After sitting down, Sun Mingze couldn't help but open his photo album and admire Fu Yu's invitation.
The other three people were chatting when they saw Sun Mingze fiddling with his phone, the person sitting next to him tilted his head over: "Mingze, what are you looking at, so focused?"
Sun Mingze smiled: "I just took a picture of Chef Fu's invitation, and I have to say, it's really fancy, even the pattern on it is unique."
