1472 Time To Debut The "Sliced Beef And Ox Tongue In Chili Sauce"

"Erm…" Robert blushed, and then swiftly waved his hands. "I'm the president of the Food Association now, so I'm afraid I cannot follow you around any time soon."

"It's fine. I'll keep the wok for you. You can look for me anytime once you sort the things out." Harris waved his hands nonchalantly, and reached out to pat the black wok on Chapman's back with a smile. "After you carry this black wok, we will be the 'Black Wok Gang'… Ptui, a part of the 'Wandering Chefs'."

"This is the last time," Jeffree said to Harris flatly. Although he was still pulling a long face, he already looked much warmer than usual.

"How could you say that? I think you can still live for a few more years," Harris seriously commented after studying Jeffree intently.

Jeffree raised his brow slightly, but there was mirth in his eyes as he pointed at Harris. "I want to eat dry grilled fish today, or else I will smash your wok."