The greasy-haired man was initially full of confidence as he listened, but as it went on, his expression became increasingly unpleasant.
“What the hell… Who can handle this?”
However, faced with beauty, he still pretended to be confident and said, “Oh, what’s so difficult about that?”
Cheng Zhaozhao laughed again and said, “Alright then, go to the kitchen right now and make me a steamed Star Grouper.”
“The fish flesh should not be overcooked, cooked just right. The meat on the fish belly should easily come off, but the meat on the fish backbone must be attached to the bones. The sauce should not be too salty or too bland, it should suit my taste. If you can do it, then I’ll believe what you say.”
The greasy-haired man’s expression was beyond words to describe as just “unpleasant.”
He held it in for a while before finally saying, “Miss, you seem to be going against tradition.”
“Going against tradition? Haha,” Cheng Zhaozhao seemed to have heard a joke. “What tradition are you referring to? What convention am I going against?”
The greasy-haired man said, “Your husband isn’t your cook, so why should he make food for you?”
“You’re right,” Cheng Zhaozhao paused. “But here with me, I am the tradition, I am the convention. If I want my husband to make food for me, would he dare not to?”
The greasy-haired man seemed shocked by her twisted logic, and his mouth couldn’t help but twitch. “With this attitude, you won’t find a boyfriend.”
“It doesn’t matter, I have money,” Cheng Zhaozhao shrugged indifferently. “At least I won’t go out fishing while wearing counterfeit goods like you do.”
The greasy-haired man’s shocked expression immediately turned into panic and unease. His tone was unsteady as he said, “Wh-what nonsense are you talking about!”
The counterfeit goods he wore were crafted with advanced techniques, even professional appraisers would find it difficult to identify. How could anyone observe it with the naked eye?
However, Cheng Zhaozhao had long trained her eyes for this. She just didn’t expect this man’s mental resilience to be so poor, and she felt bored.
“People who can come here wouldn’t be wearing counterfeit goods. I suggest having someone double-check your invitation letter. It’s possible that it’s also forged.”
Many of the celebrities around overheard their conversation and were shocked, covering their mouths in surprise.
The greasy-haired man became anxious, his previous affectionate expression completely gone. “You despicable woman, why are you spouting nonsense!”
Cheng Zhaozhao’s eyes flashed, but before she could speak, a voice came from behind her.
“Sir, I think it’s better for you to leave,” a voice said.
Someone in the crowd exclaimed, “Master Mu!”
The greasy-haired man’s face turned pale.
Cheng Zhaozhao turned her head and saw a spirited old man with two people behind him, one on the left and one on the right. On the left was Jiang Yan, dressed in a chef’s uniform, looking more professional and serious than before.
Standing there was a tall man, 1.8 meters tall, meticulously groomed hair, a straight nose bridge, and eyes as dark as ink. His looks easily surpassed the handsome guy she had pointed out that day.
Cheng Zhaozhao had an immediate thought.
Having lived two lifetimes, this was the first time she had encountered a man who could satisfy her aesthetic standards in every aspect.
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Mu Xuanlong arrived in person, and soon a waiter came forward to reexamine the greasy-haired man’s entrance ticket.
“It’s not authentic,” the inspector said after carefully verifying it, confirming that the greasy-haired man’s ticket was forged.
He said to Mu Xuanlong, “Sorry, it’s a mistake on our part.”
Mu Xuanlong waved his hand.
Immediately after, security personnel approached and held the greasy-haired man by his arms, dragging him towards the exit.
“Why?! It’s your mistake!” The greasy-haired man continued to shout and yell, but it was futile.
Damn, he just wanted to catch a fish (woman). Why was he exposed?
“Judging from the skill of this forgery, this person should be a repeat offender,” the inspector said. “We owe it to this young lady.”
Cheng Zhaozhao smiled lightly.
Mu Xuanlong looked at her and said, “So you’re Miss Cheng, indeed not an ordinary girl.”
Jiang Yan on the left side teased, “To be able to accurately taste every gram of seasoning in a dish, you’re definitely not an ordinary person.”
Cheng Zhaozhao paused, realizing that these three people must have heard what she said to the greasy-haired man earlier.
She reached out her hand gracefully and said, “Master Mu, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”
Mu Xuanlong shook hands with her and said to the man on his right, “Xiao Jiang, this is the Miss Cheng Zhaozhao I mentioned to you.”
Cheng Zhaozhao suddenly locked eyes with the man.
Now she could see his eyebrows and eyes more clearly. The term “sword-like brows and starry eyes” came to her mind, which felt quite fitting. However, his eye sockets had a touch of depth, making him appear more mature and steady.
An inappropriate notification sound from the system rang in Cheng Zhaozhao’s mind.
[Host, Jiang Ting is a dangerous individual. It is recommended to stay away.]
Then she received the information sent by the system.
In the book, Cheng Zhaozhao’s ending was tragic, and the one who delivered the final blow was Jiang Ting.
In the book, when Cheng Zhaozhao was at her wit’s end, she encountered Jiang Ting and set her sights on him, hoping to cling to him for a lifeline.
Little did she know that this man was a workaholic, uninterested in women, and detested women acting cute around him. Especially someone like Cheng Zhaozhao, who was scheming.
Thus, disaster struck. The original host had already been abandoned by everyone, and now she provoked Jiang Ting, the antagonist boss. He didn’t need to personally intervene; there were people who willingly solved Cheng Zhaozhao for him and came to him for credit.
Cheng Zhaozhao snapped back to reality and remembered the well-known fact provided by the system.
There was a former socialite who had a crush on Jiang Ting and used all sorts of means to entangle him. She even found out where he lived and deliberately created chance encounters near his home.
Then, at a banquet, perhaps influenced by some internet jokes, she handed him a bottle of water and asked for his help in unscrewing the cap.
Jiang Ting had always politely declined before, but perhaps he had grown tired of being pestered. He coldly responded, “Don’t you have hands? I find overly clingy women annoying.”
From then on, that socialite became a joke in their circle.
Cheng Zhaozhao finally understood why the system specifically warned her about this person.
System: [In simple terms, he dislikes women who cause trouble like you, so, Host, please don’t go and flirt just because he’s handsome.]
Her earlier scheming remarks must have been heard by him.
Cheng Zhaozhao lowered her gaze.
Suddenly, she let out a soft laugh in her heart.
This system really didn’t understand her at all.
How could she possibly flirt with men?
It had always been men who tried to flirt with her.
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