As Zhonghai's wealthiest man, Lu Chennong naturally had several high-level chefs in his household.
These were the top chefs from the hotels under Lu Chennong, and only those with over thirty years of experience could enter his household to personally cook for him and his wife.
Zhang Lijuan asked everyone about their preferences and then picked up the phone on the table to call the kitchen and order the dishes for lunch.
Several renowned chefs in Zhonghai began bustling about in a kitchen not far from the villa.
A few minutes later, the doorbell rang, and several servants in uniform brought the meals in elaborate sealed boxes.
The dining table was already set, and as everyone took their seats and arranged the food on the table, they began a lavish lunch.
Tongtong sat next to Xu Fan, his big eyes fixed on the exquisite dishes; he almost drooled, but his arms were too short to reach the food on the table. He could only gaze at Xu Fan with a pitiful look, pouting slightly.