Chapter Two Hundred and Three: The Most Primitive Cooking

"Boss, it seems that there are also fewer customers today," Betty said expectantly as she looked at Chen Ze, her little tail swaying from side to side.

"Yeah, pretty few," Chen Ze nodded and then continued to look down at his phone, where he was searching for recipes online.

There's a saying that three cobblers with their wits combined equal Zhuge Liang, and cooking is the same. Chen Ze wanted to learn from other cuisines to perfect his Baozi, which he made without looking at them.

Looking at Chen Ze's reply, Betty bit her lip unwillingly, then sneaked a little closer.

"Uh, Boss, I don't have a phone. What time is it now?" Betty forced a smile, and Chen Ze could tell at a glance that she definitely had something up her sleeve.

"Now? Let me check." Chen Ze gave Betty a puzzled look and then looked down at his phone.

"It's noon, twelve o'...," Chen Ze said, looking at the phone and immediately understanding what Betty was up to.