Chapter 422: A Dish of Fried Beef Noodles Was Kicked Out

"My second grandfather is Wen Yongshun. Do you know Wen Yongshun? Well, he's very famous over there. You can find out if you ask around!"

"Of course the oyster omelets in our restaurant are more authentic. The ingredients here are just okay, but farmed ones can't compare to wild ones. We don't often get wild ones though, so most of what we sell is farmed. There aren't that many things in the sea. But it's still slightly better than the ones on the show. If I were to use our ingredients in the competition, I'd definitely get a full ticket. Maybe even Old Man Nan would praise me."

"Just show off! If everyone could use their own ingredients to compete, would so many people be eliminated? You feel so proud of yourself after being praised a few times, and only remember to praise you. Don't you remember the judges said that your oil temperature was too low and it was a bit greasy?" The fat man couldn't stand it anymore and interrupted Wen Xinyuan's increasingly outrageous bragging.

Wen Xinyuan was speaking excitedly when he was caught off guard by the fat man's revelation. He felt a little embarrassed and turned around to expose the fat man's secrets to Zhao Xiaojing.

"Sister, do you know why I always guessed he'd make dry fried beef noodles?"

"Why?" Zhao Xiaojing cooperated very well and ate the melon obediently.

"Because this is his kick-out dish! His dad kicked him out because he didn't cook this dish well!"

"Don't listen to his exaggerations. I'm telling you!" The fat man didn't get angry, but joined the group chat very smoothly. "As for me, I've been learning cooking from my master since I was a child. My master is my father's master and uncle. He used to be a state banquet chef. Unfortunately, his two sons didn't want to learn cooking, so they found his sister's son, my father, through my grandmother, who is also his sister. My father was greedy and was fooled into joining him in no time. He also learned cooking from him since he was a child. Although he is a nephew, he is still half a son. The master-disciple relationship is closer than that of a nephew, so I just call him master and treat him as a relative in my heart..."

"Wait a minute, wait a minute!" Zhao Xiaojing stretched out a hand and interrupted hurriedly, "Let me sort it out... Your father's uncle... Your uncle's sister... Your grandmother... His sister's son... In other words, your master is actually your uncle, right?"

"Yes! Smart!" The fat man gave a thumbs up.

"Oh! I'm asking you, can you do it? You're just an uncle, but you've gone through so much trouble to explain your relationship to me. I've even got confused!" Wen Xinyuan rolled his eyes speechlessly when he heard this.

"Go away! What's it to you? I'm just explaining science to Sister Zhao! Sister Zhao, let's continue. My dad didn't have the patience to teach me, and he didn't know how to teach others, so I followed my master's master to learn. I was learning well at first, and I was cooking in my master's restaurant, and my dad was also cooking there. But two years ago, an old acquaintance of my master's master came, who was also a famous chef. He came with a female apprentice. My dad saw that the apprentice was about the same age as me, and he insisted on letting us have a competition. Let's have a competition, we should have grace and a competitive spirit. Winning and losing is normal, right? We don't have to win, right? As a result, the next day after the competition, my dad proposed a treacherous scheme to my master's master, and my master kicked me out when he heard it!" The fat man sighed, his face full of grief and indignation.

"Are you competing for dry-fried beef noodles?" Zhao Xiaojing asked.

"Smart!" The fat man once again affirmed Zhao Xiaojing's normal IQ as a normal person.

"Fatty, did you miss something? Did you leave something out?" Wen Xinyuan said playfully. He glanced at the fat man, who was avoiding him with a guilty look, and then looked at Zhao Xiaojing with a smile. "Sister Zhao, let me tell you!"

"That famous chef had a serious competition with the fat man's master twenty or thirty years ago, but he lost to the fat man and lost his position as the chief culinary technician of Guangdong Province. This time he came to seek revenge! Moreover, he was originally going to make Taishi dishes, but considering the limited time and the restaurant had to open its doors to welcome customers, he finally decided the winner with a dry-fried beef noodles dish. In fact, he let the fat man win! His master kicked him out. It wasn't a matter of grace or competitive spirit. He just lost face because of the fat man!"

"Hey, it's not about giving in or not. We are all Cantonese chefs. Dry-fried beef noodles is a dish that everyone can make. It's not like she is not good at it! Besides, what's wrong with her learning Tai Shi's cuisine? Don't I have any special dishes that I am good at?" The fat man retorted with a depressed look on his face.

"Yes, of course there must be! This time I'm just waiting for your specialty to come out and crush her. Come on, brother, I believe in you!" Wen Xinyuan clenched his fists to cheer the fat man up in a supportive manner. The fat man glared at him for a long time, and his depressed look became even worse. He wanted to scold him but didn't know where to start.

"Alright, alright. Didn't you see he was teasing you on purpose?" Zhao Xiaojing once again played the role of peacemaker. "But just losing once doesn't mean you're kicked out, right? With a family tradition like yours, why would you go to someone else's restaurant?"

"It's not someone else's restaurant. It's run by the son of my master's master, and it's also run by my master's master, so it can be said to be of the same lineage. My dad said I was a tough guy, but my master had a very good temper. He didn't want to hit or scold me when I taught him. He said my master had a bad temper, so he let me go to learn from him. Alas, other people would cheat their fathers, but my father cheated his son! My master's master was really cruel. He didn't say anything when I went there. He first let me practice stir-fried beef noodles for half a year! Now I can make stir-fried beef noodles with my eyes closed!"

"So if you ask him what dish he can cook in ten minutes, I can guess with my eyes closed that it's stir-fried beef noodles!" Wen Xinyuan said with a smile.

Zhao Xiaojing was just wondering about Fatty's habit of using such elaborate explanations to explain simple relationships. She was also amused by Fatty and Wen Xinyuan, and after a while of laughing, she finally remembered what she was about to ask. "You just said you were waiting for Fatty to crush her this time. Could it be that the female disciple who defeated Fatty is here too?"

"Of course she must! Fatty is waiting to avenge his previous defeat, how can she not come! Hey, which group is she in? Fatty, you must have seen it, right?" Wen Xinyuan enjoyed watching the fun.

The fat man glared at Wen Xinyuan without saying a word.

"What's her name, Yingying? Or Chunchun?" Wen Xinyuan continued to make trouble.

"Sister Zhao, don't be fooled by some people jumping around here. In fact, they are the ones who are doomed. After all these years of cooking, his second grandfather only dares to sell a few dishes, for fear that their reputation will be destroyed by their unfilial descendants." The fat man turned from defense to offense.

"That's because my second grandfather has high standards for his meals. I've only been learning cooking for a dozen years, how can I compare to him with fifty or sixty years? For some dishes, I don't have enough experience, my skills are not up to par, and I just have to cook them! For example, can you compare to your master grandfather or your apprentice grandfather?"

The fat man was not anxious, but Wen Xinyuan was jumping up and down. Zhao Xiaojing smiled helplessly. No wonder he insisted on sitting in the middle. These two people were really enemies. They knew each other too well and they just hit each other wherever they wanted.