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After waiting for these hoodlums to leave, Ann Sudong pondered for a while about what kind of gang the robust man had mentioned before he escaped. After thinking about it for a bit, he probably set up a gang amongst these hoodlums, so he didn't put it to heart anymore.

"You're called Chen Lao San?"

Ann Sudong coldly said as he looked at the cunning middle-aged man who was about to withdraw into the dining hall.

Chen Lao San had previously witnessed Ann Sudong's terrifying fighting strength, but after being questioned by Ann Sudong, he immediately became scared and stopped in his tracks. He carefully replied: "My nickname is Chen Lao San."

"I'll give you three hundred thousand yuan. This restaurant is mine now."

Ann Sudong did not pay attention to the middle-aged man's nickname. Instead, he pointed at the dining hall as he looked at the middle-aged man with an irresistible gaze.

"Three... Three hundred thousand?! "

The middle-aged man looked at Ann Sudong in shock and blinked his eyes hard, as if he couldn't believe what he had heard was true.

Previously, when he was used as a shield by Old Chen, Ann Sudong was also a little unhappy with the crafty Old Chen.

"You don't agree?"

Seeing that Chen Lao San's eyes had become so dark that it was unknown what he was thinking, Ann Sudong's eyes turned cold and said.

Being stared at like that by Ann Sudong, Chen Lao San's expression was clearly angry, but after thinking about the thunderous method Ann Sudong used to take care of the strong men, he reluctantly squeezed out a smile and said: "Brother, with your abilities, why do you have to lower yourself to run this little restaurant."

"Are you selling it or not?"

Towards this cunning Old Chen Third, Ann Sudong did not have much patience left. He directly went forward and grabbed Old Chen Third by the collar, and said: "I have not settled the matter of you using me as a shield just now."

Hearing Ann Sudong's words, Chen Lao San's face was immediately filled with fear, and he stuttered: "I … "I'll sell, I'll sell."

Ten minutes later, Ann Sudong took out three hundred thousand yuan from his bank card. Chen Lao San immediately took his card and ran out of the restaurant like a wisp of smoke, leaving behind a few chefs and waiters looking at Ann Sudong in shock.

After Ann Sudong greeted everyone, the serious looking people immediately surrounded Ann Sudong and introduced the new owner to the restaurant in detail.

However, in the midst of the crowd, Ann Sudong noticed that there seemed to be a chef from the start who was conversing with the two waiters beside him.

"Chef, if you have anything to say, please say it in person."

Ann Sudong also sized up this chef who had a rather tall and sturdy figure. He felt that the chef's gaze was similar to the owner of the restaurant, Old Chen's Third.

The chef had already known that Ann Sudong was looking at him, but when Ann Sudong questioned him in front of everyone, his expression immediately turned bad. He raised his chin and said, "Since it's the new boss, then it's time for our wages to rise, what do you think?"

After the chef said this, he even gently nudged the few people beside him.

"Yes, a raise."

With the chef taking the lead, a few people immediately agreed to raise their wages.

Ann Sudong laughed lightly, and said: "I have to raise my salary the moment I arrived, isn't that a little bad?"

"What's wrong with that? We worked so hard, so we should have raised our salary anyway." "Besides, I'm the head chef of this restaurant. Can you open this restaurant after leaving me?"

The head chef saw that Ann Sudong did not seem to be dissatisfied, so he became even more unrestrained and pointed at Ann Sudong's face with a face full of haughtiness.

"Oh, you're the head chef?!"

Ann Sudong continued to smile faintly, and then said expressionlessly: "If I don't give you a raise, you will resign, right?"

The head chef was stunned for a moment and then said without a trace of politeness, "I'm just afraid that once I resign, your restaurant will never open up again."

"That may not be so."

Ann Sudong clapped his hands, and looked at the people in the restaurant with a profound look, and said: "Give me thirty minutes."

Seeing Ann Sudong walking towards the kitchen, everyone was first shocked, and then looked at Ann Sudong as if he was a fool, because they would never believe that the young Ann Sudong really knew how to cook.

"West Lake Jellyfish, it's your turn."

After randomly choosing the name of the dish in his mind, Ann Sudong immediately followed the steps in his mind and began to prepare the ingredients needed to make the West Lake Jellyfish.

"Grass carp, vinegar, starch, sugar …"

After only ten minutes, Ann Sudong was surprised to discover that he was extremely adept at cooking. He was even very familiar with killing fish and chopping vegetables, as if he was chopping vegetables every day.

"I can't stew fish soup for too long."

"And ginger, and slicing foam, and some slices."

"..."

Following his own experience of eating the God of Food, Ann Sudong quickly completed the process of producing the West Lake Jellyfish.

"Is this the power of the God of Food? He's really not an ordinary person!"

As time slowly passed, Ann Sudong realized that he was still very familiar with every detail of cooking even when he didn't want to. When he was cooking West Lake Jellyfish now, he felt like he was just casually cooking.

"Add the water starch, and it'll be done in one go!"

After doing all this, Ann Sudong realized that with every step he took, he would unconsciously process the details of each step to an almost perfect state.

After sprinkling the sweet and sour sauce evenly over the grilled grass fish, Ann Sudong couldn't help but to express his sincere admiration for the God of Food's ability.

Not only was it the heat, the knife skills, and the seasoning, what truly shocked Ann Sudong was that, from the God of Food's experience in his mind, the West Lake Jellyfish, this kind of difficult dish, could be considered as a very, very simple dish.

However, although the West Lake Jellyfish's dish was simple, just judging from its color and fragrance, Ann Sudong already felt that it should be at least as delicious as the dishes of a five star restaurant.

"You did this?"

When Ann Sudong finally finished cooking the Western Lake Venom Fish and placed it on the table, the previously arrogant chef and the others who looked down on Ann Sudong were now completely dumbfounded.

After Ann Sudong nodded his head, the chef who previously threatened to resign without paying any salary seriously stared at the plate of West Pond Pisces Fish, and took a whiff, his eyes filled with shock.

However, the chef grabbed a pair of chopsticks furiously and said, "What's the use of cooking well? The right thing to do is to eat well."

"All of you, try it."

Ann Sudong swept his gaze across everyone and indicated for them to have a taste of the Western Lake Jellyfish that he had just made.

When they saw that the chef was the first to pick up a piece of fish, everyone else started to taste the plate of West Lake vinegar fish.

"How is this possible? "How could you …"

The chef placed a piece of fish into his mouth and savored it. Then, he turned and stared at Ann Sudong in disbelief.

"Delicious, it's too delicious!"

"Unbelievable, to be able to cook such a delicacy at such a young age."

"…"