Tang Yu hurriedly pushed the serving cart, set his plate of Nine-Turn Intestines on the lower shelf, then hurried into the kitchen where the two men were.
"Are the Nine-Turn Intestines ready? The distinguished guests in the Osmanthus Private Room are asking for them."
"They're ready. Take them out."
Chef He placed the freshly cooked Nine-Turn Intestines on the serving cart.
"Take them."
Ye Qiu handed Tang Yu the dish he had made, looking a little impatient as well.
If he hadn't been trying to win Wei Yangcheng over, he really wouldn't have bothered making such a troublesome dish.
"Thanks for your hard work, both of you."
Tang Yu chuckled, pushed the serving cart, and hurried out of the kitchen.
When he was almost at the private room, Tang Yu quickly switched Ye Qiu's plate of Nine-Turn Intestines with the one he had made himself.
Then, stifling a laugh, he walked into the private room and set both plates of Nine-Turn Intestines on the table. "Distinguished guests, the Nine-Turn Intestines are here."
"Why are there two plates?"
Seeing two different plates of Nine-Turn Intestines arrive at once, Lin Tiancheng asked in confusion.
"Yeah, did you bring the wrong order? Careful, or we'll eat two bowls and only pay for one."
Wei Yangcheng laughed and teased them. He seemed to be in an especially good mood today.
"No mistake. This plate was made by Chef He himself, and this one was made by Chef Ye."
Tang Yu pointed to the two plates of Nine-Turn Intestines in turn.
"Chef Ye?"
Lin Tiancheng ate here often, but he hadn't heard of any head chef named Ye.
Just then, Ye Qiu sauntered in from outside the private room, smiling.
"That's me. I made this plate of Nine-Turn Intestines myself. I've spent years studying cooking