Irvin raised his head and said in contempt, “First of all, this is a hotel, not your home. Secondly, I came to visit my mom, not to visit you, Adrian, so you have no right to drive me away. Do you understand?”
He snapped his fingers, and a foreign man in a chef's uniform immediately walked over.
Irvin said, “I’m different from you poor sobs. You guys could only invite some low-class chefs and make some dishes that even pigs won’t eat to disgust mom. But I hired a global executive chef, Mr. Jacques, for mom. Mr. Jacques has a special talent in cooking, and he has been on the cover of a global food magazine. May I ask you, Adrian, which one of the lousy chefs in Southland district, all whom you have hired, has attained such an achievement?”
Adrian was tongue-tied.
Irvin was right. The skills of the chefs he hired were not bad, and they were all top-notch in the Southland district. However, compared with the world’s top chefs like Jacques, there was still a big gap.
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