"I said you can do it, so you can do it. Are you still going to learn or not? If you don't want to learn, I won't teach you anymore," Sha Zhu immediately scolded, for daring to disobey him.

"Sigh, I'll do it, I'll do it," the fat man thought bitterly, but dared not show the slightest dissatisfaction on the surface.

Compared to the twists and turns on Sha Zhu's side, Ma Hua's side was enjoying unparalleled success. If Director Wang hadn't mentioned beforehand that each person was limited to one serving, the workers buying the meals would have preferred to take the bowls home.

Even after finishing their meal, they refused to leave, asking the people who had just finished getting their food if they wanted to exchange it for money or food coupons. They couldn't help it; the food was just too delicious and they hadn't had enough.

When the aroma wafted into the private room, Factory Director Yang nodded in satisfaction. It seemed that Sha Zhu's culinary skills had improved again. "Not bad, not bad," he thought. Then, turning to the high-ranking official who had come to inspect the room, he said, "Sir, the next dish will definitely satisfy you."

"Really? Then I'll wait and see," the big boss said with a smile.

"The twice-cooked pork is here!" (This is a greeting/instruction) The twice-cooked pork was served.

Factory Director Yang's face nearly turned green. "Shazhu, are you kidding me? This is twice-cooked pork? Proper twice-cooked pork should use large slices of pork belly. After stir-frying, the lean meat should be a bright red color, and the fat should be translucent. This plate of yours is fucking black! Did you burn it?"

The senior leader glanced at the twice-cooked pork on the table. Out of respect for Director Yang, he could only pick up a piece with his chopsticks and put it in his mouth. To be honest, it was a bit burnt and sweet. In his mind, twice-cooked pork should be spicy.

The high-ranking leader forced himself to swallow the food; he couldn't waste any. He put down his chopsticks and said calmly, "Little Yang, it seems there's still quite a bit of room for improvement!"

However, the slight tremor in the leader's cheeks indicated that he was not at peace.

This is hardly worthy of being called twice-cooked pork; it's far worse than what my own chef makes. But the big boss was even more curious about what that aroma he'd just smelled was.

Factory Director Yang sensed the criticism in the senior leader's tone, and his face turned pale and then red. How could this silly Zhu fail him at such a crucial moment?

Thinking of this, Factory Director Yang immediately stood up: "Big Boss, please enjoy your meal first, I'll go check." How embarrassing! He had gone to great lengths to invite the big boss to support him this time. And he'd let Sha Zhu ruin it all!

Factory Director Yang stormed into the kitchen, pointed at Sha Zhu, and yelled, "Sha Zhu, what do you mean? I hired you to cook, not to cause trouble!"

Sha Zhu feigned a wronged look: "Factory manager, please don't blame me. Fatty cooked that dish. He used sugar instead of salt. There was nothing I could do. We can't waste food."

Upon hearing this, Director Yang became even angrier. "If it weren't for me, you would have been fired long ago. Now you're not only guilty, but you're also pulling this stunt on me. Do you think I don't know that? The 'fat guy's cooking' thing is just your excuse."

On the other side, after Director Yang left the private room, the senior leader said directly to everyone present, "Alright, I'll go take a look too. Why is it so lively outside?"

No one dared to dissuade them; they could only silently follow behind the big leader.

The high-ranking leader followed the aroma into the canteen, and seeing the workers wolfing down their food, he immediately smiled with satisfaction: "It seems the canteen chef's cooking is quite good! Look how much you comrades are enjoying your meal!"

"Of course! Look who made it! Let me tell you, Chef Ma's big pot of stew is incredibly fragrant; I wouldn't trade it for meat."

"Yes, yes, I've never had such delicious stew from a big pot before. Chef Ma's cooking is truly amazing."

"Yes, much better than the previous Sha Zhu. It's just a pity that each person can only make one serving."

Upon hearing this, several workers eating nearby immediately chimed in.

The senior leader suddenly asked a coworker who had only eaten half of his meal, "Comrade, why are you not eating? Is the food not to your liking?"

"Ah," the worker took a few steps back in fear. After all, he didn't know the person who was speaking to him, but he was wearing a Zhongshan suit and was followed by his workshop leader. It was clear that he couldn't afford to offend him.

Upon seeing this, the workshop foreman, who was following behind, immediately reprimanded, "Xiao Yang, tell the truth. Say what you think."

"This dish is so delicious that we don't want to eat it all. We plan to take it home after get off work for our families to try."

Upon hearing this, the high-ranking leader became even more interested. "Is it really that delicious?" he wondered. Thinking this, he immediately urged someone to get him a lunchbox so he could try it too.

After scolding Sha Zhu, Director Yang saw that the private room was empty and immediately became anxious, wondering if the higher-ups had left because they thought he hadn't done a good job.

When Director Yang saw the senior leader queuing for food, he immediately jogged over to him and said, "Sir, why don't I just have someone get the food for you? Why are you queuing up yourself?"

"Hey, Xiao Yang, that's not how it works. We're all comrades, what's wrong with queuing up voluntarily? I think it's great," the big boss said cheerfully. He felt more comfortable here than in the private room; it was so much more lively here.