The king bows to Tang Lin as his master!

  The old bald donkey shouted, "Person in charge, you're here!"

  "What's going on?" Tang Lin walked up to everyone and asked.

  Wang Yuzi took over the book and said with some embarrassment: "It's like this, this dish... I don't know how to make it, you didn't mark out the method on it, so..."

  "I remember they were all marked," Tang Lin took over the notebook, glanced at the dish name pointed by the guest, and was stunned, "Watermelon Fried Rice?" Recalling for a moment, "This dish, I don't think I recorded it on the menu, could it be..." Suddenly, she remembered someone.

  "Guān huì yún wèn: 'fù zé rén, shì shén me?'"

  Translation:

  "Official Huìyún asked: 'What is a responsible person?'"

  Tang Lin shook her head and said lightly: "Nothing, you all continue to do the dishes ordered by other customers, this dish of stir-fried rice with watermelon, I'll take care of it!"

  Others understood and went on to do other things.

  Tang Lin handed the recipe to Xiao Pang, then went to select ingredients. When Yu Zi Chen was busy, he would always find time to sneak a peek at Tang Lin, wondering how she made her watermelon fried rice.

  After the ingredients were ready, they started chopping vegetables. After finishing chopping, Lao Tui gave a big watermelon to the person in charge with a smile, "Boss, is this watermelon okay? It's quite big!"

  Tang Lin said: "Get a small one, three times smaller than the one in your hand!"

  "Oh, okay!" The old bald donkey didn't understand why Tang Lin wanted the small one, but he didn't ask for a reason and could only take the large one away.

  Next, Tang Lin started stir-frying, stewing and boiling various ingredients until the fried rice was ready to be served. She opened up a hollowed-out small watermelon, placed the fried rice inside, added a small amount of rose wine, and garnished it with decorative fruit slices along the edges.

  Until the watermelon rind was covered with that fragrant fried rice, Tang Lin's side had already been surrounded by several people.

  All along, Yuzi Dust has been secretly observing Tang Lin making watermelon fried rice. He didn't think it was so complicated and couldn't grasp the entire essence even after watching until the end.

  Tang Lin curved up the corners of her lips, looked at everyone and smiled: "The watermelon fried rice is done!"

  Xiao Pang smiled foolishly and asked: "Can I take it out now?"

  Tang Lin said: "I'll go!" Just then, she wanted to see that young man who was dressed as a woman.

  Before leaving the kitchen, Tang Lin said to Yu Zi Chen and Guan Xun Yun: "I'll go out and take a look at the situation outside, you guys hurry up, if there's anything you don't understand, find me!"

  "Alright, person in charge!"

  Tang Lin didn't say anything else and left the kitchen with her fried rice with watermelon.

  As soon as she left, Guan Yun suddenly burst out like a pot, excitedly grabbing Yu Zi Chen's hand and shaking it. "Zi Chen, did you smell it? It smells so good! Just now I really wanted to take it for myself!"

  The young master smiled helplessly, his smile filled with doting affection. He gently tapped the tip of his wife's nose and said, "Silly woman, you can get so worked up over just this one thing!"

  Guan Yun puffed up her face and coquettishly said, "I really like it!"

  "Then... when I have time, I'll ask the person in charge to teach me how to do it, and then I'll make it for you to eat, okay?"

  "Really?" Yu Zi Chen turned around, looking at Guan Xiang with tears in her eyes, moved to the point of crying.

  The young master gently stroked her cheek, "Really!"

  Guān Huán said with great gratitude, "Thank you, sir!"

  First floor restaurant.

  Tang Lin carried a plate of stir-fried rice with watermelon into the dining hall, then swept her gaze across more than twenty tables in front of her, but surprisingly didn't see the person she had expected to see. Just as she was doubting her own judgment, two people were standing at the bar, facing each other aggressively.

  At this moment, Yu Xinrui was grasping a young man's sleeve, no matter how hard he struggled, she refused to let go, saying viciously: "You scoundrel, hand over my money, or you won't be leaving!"