"Where on earth did Executive Chef Jiang go? Why hasn't there been any news from him?"
Many people longed for Jiang Feng's cuisine. After all, once tasted, it truly was hard to forget. Many people were still waiting for him to set up his stall again so they could queue up. Unfortunately, this time not even his stall could be seen.
Some also inquired with Liu Bao, but Liu Bao had promised Jiang Feng not to disclose his whereabouts, so he said nothing in the group. Otherwise, even having dozens of people showing up at someone's banquet would be quite troublesome.
That evening, Wang Lei was preparing to set up the courtyard with his family. Tomorrow was Old Master Wang's eightieth birthday, and as the eldest grandchild, Wang Lei took the birthday celebration very seriously. He had visited every household in the village, and many people had promised to come.
