"Hey old friend, there's going to be a special Chinese culinary showcase tomorrow evening. Want to come to my restaurant for a taste?"
In the spacious kitchen office, Allen was leisurely sitting in an executive chair, making a phone call.
"A real Chinese culinary showcase, I guarantee the taste will absolutely blow your mind."
"Oh, NONONO, I have no interest in things like hearts or livers, oh God, why would anyone enjoy eating such things?"
Allen laughed, "Old friend, don't have such severe stereotypes about Chinese food, okay? They have an enormous variety of cuisines and dishes, it's not just about making food with those organs."
"You know, I prefer lighter meals, and the heavy oil and flavors of Chinese food aren't really to my liking. If you were the head chef, I'd hop on a plane right now."
"NONONO, trust me, this time you'll definitely be surprised. I've never met such an amazing young person, and if you don't come, you're sure to regret it."
"Do you promise?"
