Sure enough, the owner of a restaurant with a gourmand dad is unhappy, because their operating costs have risen sharply because of Dad's obligation to supervise the operating costs, and the ingredients are fresh.

"Mr. Zeng, how are you feeling?" asked Harris, a little nervously.

As a gourmet, Harris always likes to taste the taste of every restaurant he visits, and what he prefers to do is to bring every foodie he knows to Atlantic City to taste his son's restaurant, and this time is no exception.

Zeng Gong put down the knife and fork in his hand, drank a glass of water and swallowed the food in his mouth completely before saying: "The ingredients here are not bad, they are all very fresh, I think Mr. Harris has put a lot of effort into it." ”

"I know a lot of friends. Harris frowned slightly, obviously very dissatisfied with Zeng Gong's evaluation, the ingredients are very fresh, what is this evaluation.

"Mr. Harris, the restaurant tastes so good, it's one of the most authentic French meals I've ever had. Thomas saw Harris's displeasure and quickly said in a helpful voice.

Anyway, in his eyes, the taste of a restaurant only has two tastes: good and bad, anyway, the taste of this restaurant is very suitable for his taste, he feels that he has a good meal, and the most important thing is that he does not have to pay out of pocket this time.

"Haha, Harris, how about my evaluation is correct, your son only has the talent to eat like you, this talent is really almost, although it is much stronger than you, this is the freshness of the ingredients of Davis's Ranch to cover up his lack of craftsmanship, I think you still advise your son to hire a chef, such as cooking Japanese food next door, although the quality is very disgraceful, there is still nothing to say about the craftsmanship. Mark, who was sitting next to him, suddenly laughed, he made such an evaluation a few years ago, but he didn't expect someone to give the same evaluation as him today, and his gaze at Zeng Gong suddenly became sympathetic.

Harris's old face turned red when he heard this, with a little embarrassment, and he was unwilling to defend himself, "Doesn't I want to hear everyone's opinions?"

"Could it be that my son's cooking skills are really average, Mr. Zeng?" Then Harris looked at Zeng Gong again, obviously agreeing with his assessment in his heart, but not very willingly.

"We Chinese have a saying, called practice makes perfect, which means that anything can be sublimated under continuous proficiency, if your son can concentrate on being a chef, I think his cooking skills will improve, although I don't know how talented he is, but his heart is not in cooking, how can his skills continue to improve." Zeng Gong shook his head, and when he saw Hasri's earnest expression, he couldn't help but put forward his own opinion.

"Mr. Zeng, do you mean that little Harris is not sincere enough in cooking?" Mark lit up when he heard this, this is also a question he has been puzzled by for several years, although he said that little Harris has no talent in cooking, but he knows that after more than ten years of experience, even a stubborn stone is hot now, but what about little Harris, in addition to the progress in the first few years, he is now stagnant, and even his cooking skills are suspected of regression.

Zeng Gong nodded, and then said: "We also have a saying in China, which is called that people can't become Buddhas if they don't go crazy, why are people crazy, it's not that they are simple-minded, **************** are studying Buddhism? ”

"This..." Harris didn't know what to say, it was true that Harris Jr. had spent a lot more energy on business in recent years, and he was no longer a chef, and Philadelphia, New York, and Boston now had his branches.

"Forget it, Harris, don't talk about this, although little Harris's craftsmanship is not very good, but the ingredients are fresh, even fresh ingredients are worth the ticket money, and little Harris is almost forty years old, is he still a child, even if he runs to run a restaurant, he is not in the food circle, is it a gourmet's dream to be a chef, anyway, I am not. Mark saw that his old friend had a bad face, and quickly persuaded him.

"Don't I know this?" Harris couldn't help but smile wryly, maybe he was too obsessed with being a chef, looking at the location of the kitchen, Harris didn't know what to say to his son for a while.

After Harris said that, several people fell into a brief silence, and even the appetizers on the table were completely tasteless.

"Gentlemen, this is what you want. The waiter at the restaurant brought Harris a dry white wine from Château Conti that he had personally ordered.

"Mr. Zeng, Mr. Thomas, let's have a drink first, I think the lobster will have to wait a while before it comes up. Harris was a little unhappy, but he still had to eat this meal.

He motioned for the waiter to turn on the dry white wine and pour a glass for everyone in the room, and Harris picked up the glass and gently shook it twice to gesture to several people.

"Mr. Harris, I don't know what is the inside story of this gambling king competition?" Thomas is good at dancing with long sleeves, so he naturally does not involve the topic of food, but turns to the hottest topic now.

"Hehe, you're asking the right guy, do you know who the people from the European side are? Harris couldn't help but get excited, his biggest hobbies in life were food and gambling, but unfortunately he had little talent in either of them, and could only be a low-key participant.

"Who is it?" Zeng Gong, as a person who knows the inside story, is naturally not too surprised, but Thomas is different, he only knows that Citibank invited Wiggins, the second in the world, and the European side is not clear, as for the Asian side, China is not involved, and Japan, although it seems to be very developed, has a say in the world economy, but has no say in the real Europe and the old families in the Americas, it is just a box for money, which can be taken out at any time.

"It's Bob Russell, who is number one. Harris said mysteriously.

"Didn't he quit the gambling world?" Thomas asked with a frown, this person is nothing, and his gambling skills are also on the average level of the gambling kings, but the thousand techniques are unguardable, no one knows how he did it, even the most advanced equipment has not been discovered.

"The lure of money. Mark said suddenly coldly. (To be continued.) )