Anyway, it doesn’t take up much space in the stomach.

But after eating it, he discovered that the edges of this rose were coated with a bit of salad dressing and flavor, and chewing it brought a faint floral fragrance and a slight bitterness, which was finally blended with the dressing, creating a unique feeling...

He truly knows how to eat!

Little Picky Eater was instantly bubbling with happiness.

Watching him eat everything in the live stream, the audience also felt their mouths watering and their stomachs empty.

For a moment, this peak eating broadcast welcomed a rise in fans.

And as for this rose?

It’s indeed from Lao Song’s family.

To be precise, it’s just a small floribunda rose.

This season, the Song Family not only has Golden Sakura blooming beautifully, but the walls are covered with Blue Snowflake, honeysuckle, various climbing roses, all climbing lushly.

Boss Chang, such a big boss, as long as he doesn’t mention wrapping cabbage, meat, or beef and lamb, he just wants to hold a big bouquet of flowers, what’s wrong with that?

Wu Lan handed him scissors and a basket, letting him cut and take as he pleased.

The flowers are tended by Lun Chuan and Song Tan, now growing abundantly. Boss Chang didn’t really know what variety they were, just that they were a kind of rose.

In a vase, that faint fragrance can last for several days.

So under the scorching sun, he huffed and puffed and filled a basket.

——This time it wasn’t just for appreciation.

Everyone in the restaurant-related industry knows, the more exquisite the dish, the more particular the presentation.

The little green leaves and small flower decorations on the plate are almost indispensable.

Logically, these hotels are better equipped, with more variety.

But since the flowers were blooming so brightly, he thought since he was here, if he couldn’t take them all, grabbing some others wouldn’t hurt!

Overall, seeing Little Picky Eater now slowly chewing that flower, the broadcasters and assistants all fell silent.

Sure enough, the ability to rise from eating broadcasts really takes some skill!

Then they exchanged glances and also steeled their hearts.

Just then, the third dish arrived.

...

When the server brought the dish, they saw two empty plates, now already used to it.

Most of the servers had switched from other places, and after training, quickly got on board.

The concept they previously received at other hotels was: if it’s a banquet, the dishes should be presented as fully as possible, packed full and appealing.

Unless necessary, don’t remove any dish.

In short, it makes the dishes seem plentiful and appealing, leaving them feeling like their money was well spent.

But all these don’t apply at Changleju.

Because in the half year she’s been employed, all dishes ordered as premium selections are typically devoured by the time the next dish arrives.

If they were to stick firmly to the previous concept, by the time the final main dish was served, the whole table would probably be full of empty plates.

Those unaware might think everyone’s gathering up to eat air.

But with professionalism at hand, upon seeing empty plates, he swiftly cleared them away, also smilingly explaining to everyone:

"Please enjoy, although today’s a banquet, all dishes are meticulously prepared on-site by our chefs, definitely not pre-made dishes."

"So, each dish might take some time before serving, please be patient."

Little Picky Eater’s gaze was fixed on the third plate, watching it move afar. As the server was clearing the empty plates here, he couldn’t act hastily, just nodded, and said:

"No rush, the slower the better, the slower the better, ours can even be served last."

The server broke into a smile: "Your request isn’t the first we’ve heard today."

Indeed!

Others are bothered by slow serving, but they? Because with too many dishes everyone competes for them, some might eat a lot of one dish, in wanting enough time to digest they surely wouldn’t mind prolonging the dining time.

To eat more, Little Picky Eater barely drank any water.

At a full fish feast, a fish head soup or fish ball soup is a must, he’s waiting for that!

Today, not an inch of space in the stomach would be wasted!

He solemnly pledged, his gaze following the third dish circling the turntable.

Meanwhile, the young broadcaster team fell silent again.

This server spoke so properly yet strangely, the young broadcaster listens: how could someone request to be served last?

But considering the comment they were not pre-made dishes, and not prepared in advance, they gritted their teeth and endured.

After a while, they murmured: "Actually, many cold dishes are stirred in advance, nothing wrong with that."