Saying "I am a chef" is something that makes Ye Fei particularly proud.
Who would have thought, Feng Erya's mouth curled into a scornful arc.
"I always thought being a chef was mostly a man's job," Feng Erya said. "After all, working in a kitchen is too exhausting and it's all physical work. Tossing pans and such, those pots are really heavy. You're a girl, looking so thin and weak, can you handle it?"
"I really didn't expect that, where do you work?" Feng Erya continued, "Let's find a time to visit your restaurant and try your cooking."
"But I heard that it's quite difficult for a chef to get promoted to the head chef. At your age, you should still be an apprentice, right?" Feng Erya shook her head, "You're a young girl, why choose such a labor-intensive job with so much grease and smoke?"
