Four hundred and seventeen Spiritual Lighthouse_1
After all, Qiwei Vegetarian mainly offers just those three to five small dishes, and the only other item is steamed buns.
Gu Chen had decided not to introduce any new dishes for a short time to come.
As long as Xiao Fang could master these few dishes to about seventy or eighty percent of his taste, she would basically be ready to graduate.
By the time Gu Chen had washed his hands and donned an apron to stand at the prep station,
a long row of city belles had already taken their seats in front of him.
They were all eagerly waiting for Gu Chen to demonstrate his knife skills and culinary prowess.
He was being observed by a multitude of unabashed, fiery-hot gazes, some of which seemed as if they might pounce on him the next second,
and tear him apart to accompany their drinks, modern-day fox spirits.
However, Gu Chen remained quite unfazed by this; after all, when you're looked at like that every single day,
you get used to it.