"So, it turns out that the chef doesn't dislike women; he's just not good at interacting with them?"
"Hey, feels like he's a solo from birth, amusing."
Just one glance, and the two women instantly understood the meaning in each other's eyes.
On the surface, not much was happening, but inwardly, they were already quietly planning how to get along well with this young head chef in the days to come.
Compared to those social butterflies, this kind of leader who appears cold but softens up with a little coaxing is actually easier to get along with.
At home, they are both little princesses, working more for adding a different experience to life and earning some pocket money.
It's not really for lack of money, just for fun; no one minds having less pocket money.
Lin Chen only steamed a basket of shumai, around fourteen or fifteen pieces. He hadn't eaten either, so he took the opportunity to taste the improved flavor of these shumai.
