My Waste Husband novel Chapter 1153

Mr. Dong, the man mentioned by the beautiful lady, was probably the owner of this ship."

Behind the beautiful lady was a magnificent door.

The beautiful lady moved two steps to the left, opening the path to the door, a hint of displeasure was written on her face.

Henry glanced at the head chef, who stood by the side, not showing any intention to enter.

This did not matter to Henry. For regular people, even for the head chef who was standing at the door, this was something to be nervous about.

However, this was no big deal for Henry.

He pushed open the door in front of him and saw a luxurious hall. As he looked straight ahead, he saw a viewing platform, on which one could sit at the very top of the ship and watch the vast open sea from the best angle. That would be an enjoyment of the finest.

As soon as he entered the room, he found himself stepping onto a thick carpet of wool. Stepping on it was a pleasurable experience. Henry did not see any slippers prepared for guests, which showed that the host was not concerned about people stepping on that expensive wool carpet with their

shoes on.

The room's decor showed a heavy European influence. It was obvious that the owner fancied this style very much. The room even had a mock fireplace installed, which was only for the sake of aesthetics.

There were lots of European-style furnitures in the room. Henry glanced at them to realise that none of them were cheap pieces.

"Young man, over here!" A voice sounded from the depths of the room.

Henry walked towards the voice. This room was massive, with several entryways. After several turns, Henry finally saw a silhouette of a man. Upon the first sight of him, Henry was momentarily stunned.

This was a man who was 1.6 meters tall, bald and about 50 years old. At that moment, he was standing next to a stove. At first glance, one could tell that the stove was custom- made for him, which was perfectly suited to his height.

"Come, over here." The middle-aged man waved over to Henry, and then turned around to face his chopping board, then picked up the knife. On the chopping board lay various fresh ingredients.

"Allow me to first introduce myself. My surname is Dong, and I started off as a chef. I'm a crude man and I don't prefer others calling me 'boss' and all that. You may just call me Mr. Dong. That was what people used to call me in the kitchen," Mr. Dong spoke as he began to chop up the vegetables. He did not chop not very quickly, if fact he was chopping them quite slowly, but it was very clear that he possessed seasoned knife skills.

Henry noticed that there was a thick layer of calluses around Mr. Dong's purlicue. It was obvious that even after if he had made it, he still cooked very often.

Mr. Dong seemed to be reminiscing with Henry. "I was just lucky and made a small fortune, but people like me were born less fortunate, causing me to be unable to enjoy the feeling of doing nothing. I just enjoy cooking and making delicious food every day. Look at how the room is decorated, they are all things I could not afford to have back then because of poverty, but now I have it all, a cruise ship, beautiful women. Yet in the end, I have come to realise that it is all meaningless. The one thing I enjoy doing most is cooking. Unfortunately, I've gotten old. In terms of thinking or culinary techniques, I can't compare with you young people."

Henry simply smiled and did not show too much politeness. He said, "Mr. Dong, you may just tell me your true intentions." "Haha." Mr. Dong laughed out loud, while his hand continued to cut the vegetables. "I love chatting with people like you. Simply straight to the point. I don't know many tricks anyway, so I'll just get to the point. How should I address you?"

"Just call me Syl Zhang." Henry said. This name had completely become his alias when he was out.

"I'm older than you are, so it should be alright to call you Young Zhang." Mr. Dong put down the kitchen knife in his hand and put the ingredients that he had just chopped aside. Then he washed his hands very politely and said, "Come, let's go and talk over there."