As soon as he entered the door, he saw the chef preparing grilled lamb chops.

The golden oil slid down along the roasted and crispy crust and landed on the iron plate, which was golden.

Smelling the fragrance, he swallowed hard, forgetting what he wanted to say, and stared at the mutton fat.

Do you want to keep this dripping sheep fat?

Finally I managed to get my attention back, but I changed what I wanted to say to,

"It would be a waste to throw away this oil! Otherwise..."

Chef Zheng rolled his eyes when he heard this. What's the point of wasting? This oil can still be used to cook a lot of dishes!

This is good stuff.

"Fart if you want to."

This guy is always up to no good, and Chef Zheng doesn't like him very much.

"Hey, it's okay, it's okay. I just came to ask if you need any help. Don't hesitate. If you are too busy, just tell me if you have anything to help."

"It's okay, I can handle it! No need for anyone else!" Chef Zheng didn't respond at all and concentrated on his work.

Cheng Jun was polite for a long time, but Chef Zheng just refused to respond.

No matter what, he always says that he is not tired, he can handle the work on his own and he doesn't need the help of others, and he can still work for another 50 years.

Finally, Cheng Jun had no choice but to bite the bullet and continue, "The higher-ups have made arrangements, saying that you cook by yourself, because they're worried that the 50 billionaire boss will get tired of it, and they're also worried that you'll be too tired.

It just so happens that Master Ge has also come to our place, and he may come over soon..."

Before Cheng Jun finished speaking, Mr. Zheng became unhappy. If the cucumber in his hand wasn't so precious, he would have wanted to slap the boy in the face.

"You are such a good fellow, Cheng Jun! I usually treat you well! Last time you came, I even treated you to sweet potato peels, and this is how you repay me? Poaching my clients?

"What benefits did that Ge guy give you? I tell you, he is just a relative! He is nothing, but he just wants to use his connections to climb up the ladder! He is far worse than me! I tell you, get rid of him right away!"

Cheng Jun looked embarrassed and was about to explain.

Do you think he can be blamed for this?

It wasn't someone he arranged?

I can't talk to him about it.

At this time, a kind old man's voice came from behind, "Lao Zheng, you are wrong. As chefs, aren't we here to give the boss everything that is best? We should let a hundred flowers bloom and a hundred schools of thought contend for common ground while reserving differences! You are blindly preventing customers from tasting other foods, which seems a bit ungenerous!

After all, the boss's taste changes in real time, and you may not be able to grasp it all by yourself."

Mr. Zheng looked in the direction of the voice and saw an old man in a white coat standing there with his hands behind his back, followed by four apprentices.

He sneered, "Formalism, when did you still keep so many helpers? Aren't you afraid of starving to death?"

"Hey, who is this? Isn't this my defeated opponent? Go back to where you came from. This place doesn't need you. I will protect my boss! I know thousands of dishes, and the boss will never get tired of them!"

"Haha, that's what you're doing wrong! You treasure what you have! Do you think I'm like you, making the same old three dishes every time I compete? You don't feel embarrassed to do it for a lifetime without any innovation? You can't cook without a recipe!

You and I are different! I am here for innovation! If I bring out my Wensi tofu and Dongpo pork, you can't beat me!" Ge Lao also did not give in at all, smiling but hiding a knife, and his words were not polite at all.

In that competition, he innovatively used osmanthus. Although he did lose in the final stage, it was still better than the same flavor that Old Zheng used every year.

Not to mention the guests, he is tired of eating it.

"Bullshit!" Zheng Lao's eyes were blazing with anger. Losing is losing. "Do you have the guts to compete with me again?"

"As long as you have the materials, I'm always here to accompany you!" Ge Lao snorted, turned around, and looked at the people who were about to leave the room, "Cheng Jun, I'm here to see you today."

Cheng Jun was suddenly called and his whole body froze.

Bad luck!

He came here originally intending to show some concern for Xiang Tian who was borrowing another 50 billion yuan for food. He simply wanted to protect the boss and did not want to get involved in the dispute between the two kitchen bosses.

But now I can't leave, I can only turn around with a wry smile.

"Mr. Ge, what can I do for you?"

To be honest, this person's status is higher than Zheng's, and he has always been cooking for the top leader.

Although eating became a problem after the natural disaster, who can blame the 50 billionaire boss for wanting to eat that?

In order to win the boss's heart.

The status of chefs also rose.

"Well, I have a few dishes here, and I would like to ask you to give them to me." As soon as Mr. Ge finished speaking, a disciple behind him stepped forward.

With a wave of his hand, a plate appeared in front of him with five dishes on it.

Wensi tofu, boiled cabbage, squirrel mandarin fish, Dongpo pork, and Longjing shrimp.

This person is actually a gifted person.

"It's hard to find a soulmate. I learned that Xiang Tian likes to eat food, so I want to make friends with him through food. I hope he will do me a favor and help me identify it. If there is anything that is not satisfactory, I will improve it."

This is of course a humble statement.

He has been cooking for more than 50 years, and these dishes are his specialties. I’m afraid he can make them with his eyes closed.

Everyone who has tasted it has praised it.

Looking at these familiar dishes, Mr. Zheng’s teeth were about to break.

Damn old man Ge.

Shame on you!

Why don't you send down a thunderbolt to kill him!

After scolding him for not making progress, I turned around and made the recipe myself!

Why doesn't he innovate at this time?

The new disciple behind him secretly glanced at Zheng Lao's trembling body, lowered his head and dared not speak.

Hey, Master, you have to work harder!

He had just bought a chick and couldn't afford to be fired at this time.

He had heard of this Mr. Ge.

He is no pushover. Back then, he squeezed out Mr. Zheng and went over there to cook for the top leader himself.

Although he looks smiling, he actually has a lot of skills.

He is more flexible and adaptable than Mr. Zheng.

Although he thought so, the young disciple felt as if it had finally come.

Because he was a popular figure who helped Xiang Tian borrow another 50 billion yuan, the master's status in the base was higher than Cheng Jun's.

He even became famous some time ago when he asked Xiang Tian to borrow another 50 billion to buy healing mushrooms to cure the most talented person with the strongest combat power in the base.

Everyone respects him for a while?

How could outsiders not be jealous when seeing this?

Then Xiangtian would borrow another 50 billion yuan, but he would not accept any persuasion or advice and just loved eating delicious food.

No one except the master can buy the healing mushroom.

This is identity! This is status!

The threshold of my house is about to be broken by all those people giving gifts!

Cheng Jun looked left and right and realized that he couldn't do anything about the current situation. After all, the decision was made by his superiors and he had no say in it.

I had no choice but to endure Mr. Zheng’s angry look and deliver the food obediently.

However, Mr. Ge had no intention of letting him go.