Seven hundred and sixteen culinary bet

After hearing Old Yuan's words, Gu Chen was somewhat at a loss for words. He felt as if Old Yuan was deliberately fanning the flames.

"Talk about something else. What will it be, money?" he asked, turning to Old Yuan.

"What use is money? We're not short on it," Old Yuan said casually.

It wasn't that they were completely without a need for money, but how much could they really make from a simple bet? It was such a small amount that he didn't care, and neither did anyone else.

"You name it, then. Whatever you propose, I'll agree to it," the woman confidently said.

Her confidence wasn't rooted in substantial backing, but rather in her sheer disbelief that Gu Chen could come up with anything decent.

At least one thing was clear, which was Gu Chen's age.

Even if Gu Chen had started learning to cook at his current age, at most he had only had over ten years of experience, which couldn't possibly compare to this restaurant.

This restaurant was a century-old establishment.