The house on Yanfu West Road is bustling with activity in the small three-story building in the southwest corner.

Although there is no huge earthen stove or the latest oven, the kitchen team of Fangjia Cuisine, which has become famous in China after four years of polishing, is enough to make him believe that this JusticeF lunch will definitely satisfy guests from any country in the world.

The casserole is stewed, the soup pot is boiling, the steamer is boiling, the fish tank is swimming, the pool is crawling, everything is quite perfect, even the food delivery staff with good image and temperament transferred from various branches also maintain full spirit, Fang Bo raised his wrist to look at the time, coughed dryly and let everyone's eyes be invested, and then he opened his mouth.

"Everyone has worked hard! Fangjia cuisine can provide meals for the JusticeF charity lunch for the third time, which is an honor and a pressure! There is a saying in Peking Opera called 'one minute on stage, ten years of work off the stage', although we are engaged in the catering industry, in the past, we were cooks, we were running halls, and we were serving tea and water to people, but everyone should remember one thing, that is, we are also artists! If you want to carry forward Chinese cuisine, you can't just rely on a few people and a few restaurants to do it, start from little by little. Conscientious, whether you go out to open a restaurant by yourself in the future, or want to become the executive chef of a star-rated hotel, there is no pressure, no fighting spirit, no perseverance and firm confidence, it is not possible......"

Fu Zhengyi came down from upstairs, just in time to see Uncle Fang wave his hand, signal his kitchen team to start working, and take Ran Ying into the kitchen to take a look.

Fang Bo was also laughing when he saw Ran Ying stunned, and couldn't help but feel a little inexplicable. "Fu Sheng, is there anything wrong?"

Anyway, in order to let Chinese cuisine flourish, I think foreigners who eat this meal should also understand. ”

Ran Ying endured and endured, but she still couldn't hold back, and pointed to the few brass hot pots lined up and said. "Mr. Fu, it's inappropriate, right?"

Fu Zhengdao. "Isn't it just a hot pot? other dishes are also served on the plate, and the soup pot should be used in the soup pot, and I don't care if the hot pot is eaten or not......, right?

Uncle Fang picked up the menu and looked at it again, but still couldn't find anything wrong, seeing Fu Zhengyi go to see the hairy crabs raised in the pool, he hurriedly asked Ran Ying, what was wrong?

"Today's guests are Indians, Indians are used to eating directly with their hands, how can you eat this hot pot? ha, haha......"

Facing Ran Ying and Fang Bo, who were smiling brightly, their faces completely collapsed, muttering to themselves, what should I do?

Fu Zhengyi turned his face and said. "There's nothing difficult to do, it's a guest, it's true, but the problem is that you can't ask me, as a host, to eat with my hands, right? Okay, you can serve whatever you want, if it's really a hot pot, then arrange someone to help." ”

Uncle Fang sighed and pointed to the casserole placed in the corner of the kitchen with a wry smile. "Fu Sheng, the problem is that this Buddha jumping over the wall is also to be eaten while it is hot, and it is not good when it is cold......

"This time it's a whole team, and I don't know what I hope to get in the end, it doesn't matter what I eat, the important thing is to eat this meal with me!"

Ran Ying thought that he would say something seriously, but it turned out to be like this, and she couldn't help laughing. "Mr. Fu, you're too immodest, aren't you?"

Fu Zhengyi didn't smile, but said with a puzzled face. "Be modest, you need to hold it when it's time to hold it! What's more, this meal will take two hours to eat, and although the transaction price of this meal is more than two million dollars, the problem is that in terms of time efficiency, I really suffered a big loss!"

Ran Ying held her forehead with one hand, looking helpless. "The guests have already departed from the airport and are on their way here, can you be serious?"

"Forbes Fortune List said last year how much money do I have?"

Seeing that he seemed to be serious, Ran Ying immediately said. "$124.7 billion!"

"So from '95 onwards, how many dollars do I earn every hour?"

Ran Ying was stunned for a moment, took out her mobile phone and began to calculate, and soon her face changed and she exclaimed. "Isn't it?

Fang Bo was curious, and leaned over to see that the number displayed on the screen was 154, and he was also stunned. "Oh my God, there are so many?"

Fu Zhengyi glanced at the number and smiled. "Na! Two hours should be 3.08 million, that is to say, in order to receive these people, in fact, I not only lost nearly one million US dollars, but also needed to accompany them to eat authentic Fangjia cuisine, inside and out, I am the one who has suffered high losses, so let alone go to the hot pot, even if I only invite them to drink boiled water and nibble on black bread, is it still wrong?"

Fang Dagang, who walked in from outside, raised his hand. "The convoy is in town, and it will be there in half an hour. ”

Fang Bo was dumbfounded, and entered the kitchen with a wry smile, Ran Ying continued to laugh, it could be seen that Fu Zhengyi had a disgusted face, so he had to purse his lips and bow his head.

Fang Dagang was puzzled. "What's wrong?"

Fu Zhengyi smiled without saying a word, and went upstairs with his hands behind his back.

Ran Ying fell behind and told him about the issues just discussed, and only at the end did she lower her voice. "Mr. Fang, did you say that the boss is a little too stinky fart? I kind of want to hit someone!"

"Don't be in the blessing and don't know the blessing, you don't know how many people envy your position, you are the general manager of the inner house, even Mr. Ke said that you are the first person in the whole company when you had dinner last time, and the others are just working for him......"

Ran Ying blushed. "Mr. Fang, why are you so poor? Don't slander me like this, I'm innocent, and I'm going to get married in two years......"

"Cheng Cheng Cheng, whatever you say is what you ......"

After getting the notice, the guests' convoy drove into Yanfu West Road, Fang Dagang took Ran Ying to the door, and soon an extended Bentley drove over, and out of the car was an Indian man with a somewhat fierce appearance, followed by an Indian beauty wearing a sari and a Dupata, and finally coming out of the car was a middle-aged white man with a smile on his face.

Ran Ying was a little confused, but she also knew that although Fang Dagang was the president of Weizhi Technology, he didn't know foreign languages, so she greeted him and introduced his identity first, and then said that JusticeF was waiting in the restaurant on the second floor.

The middle-aged man with a serious expression bowed. "Hello, I'm Danny, a British director, and these two are from Bollywood......"