By the next day's early morning, Pei Yansi had only just emerged from the kitchen. Collapsing on the sofa, he closed his eyes and slept for a few hours, dark circles thick under his weary eyes.
Seeing this scene, Zhao Jin sighed, hoping that their president's hard work wouldn't be in vain in the end.
Unlike Pei Yansi, who had spent the night laboriously learning cooking skills, Lu Yi had slept soundly. Upon waking the next morning, he looked over the ingredients selected in Yi Kitchen and began preparing to cook.
Lu Yi had called in four people to help him wash and prepare the ingredients, leaving him to take care of just the final step of stir-frying the dish.
When Lu Yi had finished washing up and rolled up his sleeves, his phone in his pocket vibrated as he was about to start cooking. He frowned; it was a call from Chen Wenzhou.
Why would he call at this time? Didn't he know Lu Yi was busy? Lu Yi was still busy competing with Pei Yansi and getting ready to beat him.
