As Jiang Qiuqiu walked over, Little President Qian introduced him, "Qiuqiu, this is Master Huang Si’an, one of the six head chefs at the revolving restaurant."

The two chefs, hailing from different worlds, met each other’s gaze.

Jiang Qiuqiu had approached with the hope of learning from the head chef in the future. She assumed this would be a meeting between peers, but the man standing before her obviously thought otherwise.

He first let out a "heh," then a smile spread across his face, his eyes holding a subtle, appraising glint. "So this young lady is number one in the Foodie Zone, eh?"

After saying this, he shot a glance at Little President Qian, his tone flippant. "Seeing you walk over from afar, I thought you were some celebrity." 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

At his tone and the content of his words, Jiang Qiuqiu’s smile quickly faded.

Qian Xingxing, who was standing to the side, heard this, and his gaze cooled significantly.

But Huang Si’an apparently didn’t notice the change in expressions around him and kept rambling, "I heard from Mr. Qian that the number one in the Foodie Zone was on his team. I was extremely curious, so I just had to come see for myself."

"I never expected the number one streamer to be this beautiful. The closer you got, the prettier you looked. Mr. Qian, are all the streamers in your company’s Foodie Zone as pretty as Miss Jiang?" He chuckled. "If they’re all this attractive, I doubt anyone pays attention to the food when they cook. They’re probably just staring at the person."

He was blatantly saying that Jiang Qiuqiu didn’t get to number one because of her skill, but because of her looks.

Meimei couldn’t stand the way he was talking and was about to step forward and argue, but Jiang Qiuqiu pulled her hand back. She spoke up first, "So, Master Huang, you have to worry about whether your customers are looking at you while you cook? I’ve never had that problem. Whenever I’m in the kitchen, everyone’s attention is solely on the food in their bowls."

’Oh, so she’s firing right back,’ Master Huang thought, tsking inwardly. ’Young people these days. Not much real skill, but each one is more sharp-tongued than the last.’

But he was a master and couldn’t be bothered to argue with a child. Now that he had met her, he turned directly to Qian Xingxing, ignoring Jiang Qiuqiu completely. He announced he needed to find his apprentice so they could enter together, and with that, he took his leave.

"What’s with that guy?"

"Little President Qian, how could you introduce someone like that to Qiuqiu!" Meimei was furious. "Qiuqiu, why did you pull me back just now?"

"Making a scene here would draw too much attention," Jiang Qiuqiu explained. "Besides, with his attitude, no matter what you said, he’d just dismiss it as nonsense." She had detested this type of person since her past life—those who refused to acknowledge others’ professional efforts and achievements. The moment they saw someone succeed, they would immediately write it off as being due to outside help.

She looked at Qian Xingxing. "Little President Qian, he’s here for the annual livestreaming gala. Is the company planning to sign him as a streamer?"

"That was the proposal. Since they’ve already invited him, that’s most likely the plan."

"Oh." Jiang Qiuqiu nodded. "Did you hear that, Sister Mingmei? That man is going to be a food streamer too. There’s no satisfaction in just beating him in an argument. When the time comes, I’ll just have to show him exactly why I’m number one."

"I’m also to blame." Little President Qian rubbed his forehead. "He seemed perfectly normal when we started chatting..."

Just as the three of them were talking, a somewhat languid male voice suddenly cut in. "Master Jiang."

The trio turned toward the source of the voice. A man was walking toward them. Despite being dressed in a formal black suit, he was still devastatingly gorgeous.

It was Chen Yu.

"Master Jiang, I’ve been looking all over for you."

Those words? That tone? Both Qian Xingxing and Meimei couldn’t help but shoot a glance at Jiang Qiuqiu.

Their expressions were a bit strange, and Chen Yu seemed to realize his words could be misinterpreted. He quickly added, "Master Jiang, you still owe me a meal, you know."

Ohhh. The two of them let out a collective sigh of relief. So it was just about a meal he was owed.

Jiang Qiuqiu: ...

’What are those expressions for?’