"You made a lot of delicious cakes and Tiramisu for your team, and they even posted pictures to show off! I saw them."
"Uh..." Lin Fu was speechless, "That wasn't me."
"Really?"
"Of course it's true." She had only made it once before someone ordered her not to make it anymore, and she would never make it again.
Joshua, who had been paying attention to the conversation between his brother and Lin Fu, raised his eyebrows in surprise. Was this still his reckless, uninhibited, freedom-loving brother?
Too gullible.
"Lin Fu." Joshua suddenly spoke up.
"Here, Mr. Major General, please speak."
"No need to be so formal." Joshua waved his hand, "I see you are quite interested in this restaurant, so I want to remind you, this restaurant is not as simple as it appears on the surface."
"Please, go on."
"The owner of this restaurant was indeed a former Imperial Chef, but she is not the real owner, the real owner is someone else."
"Who?"
