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After all eight of them had left, Mu Xiangsi looked at Xiao Mo and asked: "Which one do you think is better?"

She didn't really like the man who had been a chef for eight years. When he spoke, he looked like he was relying on his seniority to show off.

"Except the old one."

Xiao Mo said. He had been observing them and had a feeling that the oldest one had unwittingly formed a haughty attitude