C90 He must be the Chef God

Ye Feng let out a light chuckle.

The two of them stood and made their way out, but before departing, Ye Feng approached the reception desk.

Manning the desk was a young woman, perhaps 18 or 19 years old. She wasn't strikingly beautiful, but she had a certain delicate charm. She was working part-time as a waitress.

He requested a piece of paper and a pen, scribbled a few words