"Not really... no need for that. Give it to the other people in the imperial kitchen and see what they think of you."

Dongzheliu just turned back and left.

Wen Xianrong also put this thing aside, and then called back the person who was in charge before.

"Try it."

The old man snorted at the sight of this idiot. What he said to the emperor was simply ridiculous. He sent a little girl to help and made her the head of the imperial kitchen!

He has been working in the imperial kitchen for nearly thirty or forty years, starting from when he was a child, and now he has finally made it big, but ended up like this!

He was angry, but he couldn't help it.

"What are you trying to taste? If there's anything good to taste, just eat it yourself!"

The man was mainly angry, he was extremely angry!

"No... How can you know what's wrong with this thing if you don't try it?"

"Don't think you can control the entire imperial kitchen just because you can cook two dishes. To be honest, you are still far from being a master!"

The old man just snorted coldly. Although this person had changed her identity, she was not suitable to be a cook. What kind of cook was she if she only used the seasonings in her hand to confuse the taste?

"No, I mainly want your guidance."

The old man just picked up the dish and tasted it, then slammed the chopsticks in his hand to the ground with a clattering sound that stunned the servants next to him.

"Master, what the hell is this pork elbow with a handle made of? Not only is it hard to chew, but it's also not as soft and sticky as a pork elbow. Calling you a cook is a compliment!"

My goodness, this guy’s words are really poisonous, much more poisonous than Dongzheliu.

"What about this dish, Master?"

The old man took a look at the dish.

That’s right, people just took a look and then turned their eyes away. They didn’t have any thoughts about it at all.

"The temperature is wrong. It tastes so hot that the distinct fragrance is gone. I can't eat it."

To be honest, if my apprentice can achieve this, he is already halfway to becoming a master. I have to say that he has done a really good job.

"So what do you think of this thing?"

Wen Xianrong asked tentatively, but was rejected and ridiculed.

"Not very good, learn more."

Then he just shook his head.

However, my eyes were attracted by other things placed in the corner. The chicken feet and chicken necks that had been abandoned by the kitchen were now ready to be placed on the table, waiting for the next step of cleaning.

"Whoever brought it in, throw it out. This is the imperial kitchen, not a trash can!"

The old man's words were full of sarcasm. Anyone with a little common sense could tell that he was talking to Wen Xianrong. His voice was so loud that it was obvious that he was talking to him.

"No, this isn't something the boss asked us to do..."

"Ahem."

Although the old man is no longer the head of the entire imperial kitchen, his majesty and the respect of others for him are still prevalent in this place, so even if you are the boss, it is useless and there will be people who exclude you.

"Well... well, don't be angry, everyone. If that's the case, then we'll take this thing away if we're sorry."

Although it was discussed, there was no negotiation at all. He just took it in his hand and walked out, as if he had thrown it away.

"You, put it down!"

Wen Xianrong was panting with anger.

"Why put it down? Are you still thinking of helping the beggars in this city? If that's the case, then stay."

"Don't you know this is a dish? Have you ever heard of boneless chicken feet? What are you arguing about all the time? Do you know that the dish "Shiweitian" is quite popular?"

"That's because those people haven't seen the world. Besides, chicken feet are cheap. Who would have the time to eat that kind of thing?"

"you…"

Then he threw out a portion of braised chicken feet from the side without paying any attention. He had made them with great difficulty and wanted to enjoy them himself, but he couldn't help but throw them away.

"You said this thing is for beggars. Believe it or not, if I just throw it here, someone will eat it!"

The old man just smiled.

"Whether anyone eats it or not is not important. The key is that this thing sounds bad, and the name is bad too. Who would want to eat this kind of thing? It's okay to make it at home, but if you put it in public, wouldn't it be a laughing stock?"

"Also, the food you mentioned might have been forced to close down because of this. Just sell this thing and wait for people to target you."

My goodness, Wen Xianrong really didn't know what he wanted to say. Seeing this person talking so calmly, he didn't know what to say and just stuttered.

"What… How is this possible?"

"There are so many impossible things, and you still believe everything?"

“…”

"Shut up!"

Then he turned around and left.

Seeing this, Wen Xianrong must have been angry, but the rest of the people had no intention of persuading him to come back, because they also knew that this person had been parachuted in.

Besides, if we talk about seniority, how could such a young child compare with an old chef in his seventies or eighties? I'm afraid the emperor sent him here specifically to humiliate him.

That should be about the same.

"Hmph... Stop, forget about the food in your pot. Look at your face. You can't even control your expression and you're still trying to make something. I'm afraid you can't even stand the customer's criticism and will just throw the food away and quit!"

Although the old man was angry, he still called the person back.

"Why are you back? You're all experienced masters, and I'm just being mocked here."

"You know, you haven't done your job properly since you came here. You've been assigning orders to others since you arrived. You don't even consider the age of the chef."

"They're all old men, and you're talking to them like that. If you don't think there's anything wrong, who can you ask to remind you? Don't you think you've noticed it now?"

"Yeah, I noticed."

The emperor probably sent her here specifically to curb her arrogance and make her less arrogant. I'm afraid that at some point he might still want her to change her attitude when speaking.

It has to be said that the emperor's thoughts are really not something that ordinary people can guess.

Praise openly and criticize implicitly.

It’s actually wonderful!

"Master, if possible, can I be your apprentice? It will definitely make you proud!"

The old man thought about it and realized that he had never met such a disciple in all these years, and it was obvious that this disciple had something.

This person has something in mind and is also talented, which allows him to learn much faster than those who have no talent and are just starting out.

But even if she has talent, she was too arrogant before. If her arrogance is not curbed before, I guess she will start to be arrogant again.