Golden Horn was still wallowing in self-pity when Qin Fen went up to the second floor. The moment he arrived, he saw Farrell coming out with Qian Kun beside him. The two chatted and laughed as if they were having a great time. Was there some dirty deal going on? Qin Fen raised a brow and immediately noticed something unusual, committing that Eastern chef to memory.
The instant Qian Kun looked up, Qin Fen caught something in his eyes. His smile carried a hint of amusement.
"Oh, isn't this Chef Qin? I watched Chef Qin's video on National Geographic. It was absolutely breathtaking. That knife work really is unmatched in the world. I'm Qian Kun, the Chinese cuisine chef this time. I hope we can work together sincerely, and I hope Chef Qin will not hesitate to offer guidance!"
"You're too polite. We can learn from each other." Qin Fen watched him while keeping an eye on Farrell. Farrell nodded, then vanished from the second floor. Qin Fen was no stranger to this clothing conglomerate tycoon. After what happened last time, he had become more cautious. This visitor meant trouble.
"I should be the one learning from Chef Qin. Chef Qin is the rising star of China's culinary world!" Qian Kun said with a smile that was not quite a smile.
Trying to praise him to death? Qin Fen understood. Those two definitely had an agenda, and it was aimed at him. Qian Kun looked easygoing, but he was probably harboring malicious intentions.
"You're too kind. By the way, Chef Qian, if you're handling the Chinese cuisine this time, what about the Western cuisine? Is it just Rogers?" Qin Fen asked casually, seemingly beginning to understand Grant's intentions. This was a double safeguard.
"There's another renowned chef on the Western