James Reed and Old Mrs. Wilson walked towards the kitchen. Each floor of the Imperial Hotel has its own kitchen, and the ingredients prepared vary in quality.
Undoubtedly, the higher the floor, the better the quality of the ingredients.
Once in the kitchen, James Reed first greeted and thanked the head chef.
Old Mrs. Wilson took a look and gasped, "Isn't this Master Jackson?"
"You're too kind," Master Jackson said with a smile. His chubby appearance, when he smiles, is as joyful and adorable as a freshly baked bun. Although he's almost fifty, he doesn't look old at all; he's quite spirited.
"It's such an honor for us to have you as the head chef," Old Mrs. Wilson said excitedly, shaking Master Jackson's hand vigorously several times.
Master Jackson, ever since his mentor retired, has been the head chef for state banquets for almost ten years.
