The middle-aged man was radiant, faintly emanating a spiritual energy, and his hands seemed to have been endowed with magical power, creating one stunning dish after another, especially with that skilled technique, and an attitude like crafting works of art.
The diners found watching Kanda Yukihiro prepare the meals to be a delightful process, though Kanda Yukihiro's expression remained serious, making everyone feel somewhat ill at ease.
Notably, Kanda Yukihiro had a cattail leaf fan stuck behind him, which he actually used to control the temperature of the charcoal fire.
"Hello, sir, do you have a reservation?"
As soon as he walked in, a server came up and asked warmly.
Ye Chenfeng smiled and pointed to himself, "I can just use face recognition."
Ye Chenfeng said this, but it made everyone freeze.
Because no one understood what Ye Chenfeng had said, some with a bit of insight couldn't help but whisper, "Did he just speak French?"
