Dai Jianli had originally come out beaming, intending to give a hug to Yin Hongbin, the executive chef from Building Twelve.
But as soon as he heard Chef Yin's words, the eager smile on his face froze, and his steps immediately halted.
"Uh... this... Old Yin, as you know, we use Beef Bone Soup a lot in Sichuan cuisine—like in Boiled Beef, Qianjiang Beef, Light Shadow Beef Strips, and similar dishes. I just borrowed a couple of large beef bones from you to make soup..."
It would have been better if he hadn't mentioned the large beef bones, as it only ignited Yin Hongbin's anger further.
"Large beef bones? Say that again, I dare you?"
"Oops, I just meant there was a little meat left on them. Can't we just put it on Building Eighteen's tab? Look at you, getting all worked up. Don't you know you can't get angry with your high blood pressure and cerebrovascular conditions? Calm down... Brother Lin, come, let me introduce you to a legend from the Fishing Platform."
