Qingtuo's eyes widened suddenly, as if he couldn't believe his ears: "Miss, what are you saying? Make him a chef?"

Bai Rou'er nodded: "Zhang Fan cooks very well. If he could become the chef, the restaurant's business would definitely take off."

Because Zhao Lin had eaten there, the reputation of Ke Lai Restaurant spread rapidly.

However, Wei Luo's men came to cause trouble, scaring away all the diners and making a mess of the restaurant, making it impossible to do business today.

If someone causes trouble again tomorrow, the hype surrounding the richest man's restaurant will eventually die down, and Ke Lai Restaurant will become no different from any other restaurant.

Even though Wei Luo was already locked up in the police station, he still managed to cause trouble.

"That Wei Luo is a real menace!"

Bai Rou'er was seething with hatred, and the other employees were also filled with resentment, as this concerned their livelihoods.

Qingtuo's attention wasn't on that right now; the thought of Bai Rou'er wanting Zhang Fan to be her chef made him feel suffocated.

Bai Rou'er looked at Zhang Fan with eyes full of lust; she must have been blinded by love and lost her mind.

He said with exasperation, "Miss, he may be somewhat handsome, but being a chef isn't about looks. You're practically jeopardizing the restaurant's future!"

The other employees nodded in agreement, strongly disagreeing with Bai Rou'er's decision.

Seeing that everyone supported him, Qingtuo pressed his advantage, saying, "I heard he was a college student before. What else can college students do these days besides studying?"

"He can't lift heavy objects, and being a chef requires experience. His hands are clean and there's not a single burn on them. How could he possibly cook? If you insist on having him come, then I'll leave. It's either him or me!"

He thought his threat would calm Bai Rou'er down, but to his surprise, Bai Rou'er insisted: "Zhang Fan's cooking is really delicious, you have to believe me."

Qingtuo persisted, saying, "The culinary profession is different from studying; it requires the accumulation of experience. Even if he studied culinary arts in college, it would only take a few years."

He stared at Bai Rou'er, waiting for her to make a decision.

Zhang Fan remained calm. Qing Tuo wasn't targeting him, but rather concerned about the restaurant's future. To truly convince Qing Tuo, the only way was to let the facts speak for themselves.

Qintuo's cooking skills are quite good; he's considered quite good among chefs.

However, it paled in comparison to the dishes he had imbued with spiritual energy.

This is not the fault of Qingtuo; how many people have spiritual power?

Zhang Fan: "Do you dare to compete with me in cooking?"

Qingtuo, full of confidence, puffed out his chest: "Let's compete. The loser can never be a chef at the Kelai Restaurant."

Zhang Fan calmly nodded: "Okay."

Seeing Qingtuo's confident demeanor, Bai Rou'er whispered, "Zhang Fan, Qingtuo didn't do anything wrong. The two of you can be chefs together."

Zhang Fan gently patted the back of her hand to comfort her: "Don't worry, I'm just teaching him a lesson."

The two spoke very softly, but it reached Qintuo's ears.

Qingtuo glanced at Bai Rou'er with a look of exasperation, his eyes filled with disappointment. What a hopeless romantic!

The restaurant staff all gathered around, sharing their opinions.

“Qinto is bound to win. He started working as a chef right after graduating from junior high school and has been in the business for over ten years now.”

"Actually, I think his cooking skills are better than the previous head chef, but he is too young, and some of his dishes are not up to par."

"While Qintuo's culinary skills may not be considered top-notch in the culinary world, they are still quite good."

"Zhang Fan doesn't look like he knows how to cook; he's doomed to lose."

The employees unanimously supported Qingtuo, while Zhang Fan only had Bai Rou'er as a supporter.

Seeing that Zhang Fan didn't even have a burn on his hand, Qing Tuo decided to give Zhang Fan one last chance; "You have one chance to back out."

Zhang Fan said calmly, "I hope you won't cry when you lose."

Qingtuo snorted coldly, thinking, "They really don't appreciate kindness."

To ensure fairness, the competition will be held in the lobby.

The restaurant uses gas cylinders, which generate a much larger flame than natural gas.

The competition was about the simplest egg fried rice.

Fried rice is very simple to make; almost everyone knows how to make it.

However, the simpler something is, the more difficult it often is.

Only those with superb culinary skills can make egg fried rice that everyone praises.

"The match begins!"

At Bai Rou'er's command, a whistle blew.

As expected of an experienced chef, Qintuo cracked the eggs into a bowl while lighting the fire to heat the pot.

While the oil was heating, the eggs were already being mixed.

There were no leftovers yesterday; we used fresh rice. When preparing for the competition, Qintuo had already frozen the rice in the refrigerator to simulate leftovers.

Zhang Fan hadn't prepared anything; he used fresh rice.

While Qingtuo was stir-frying in the pan, Zhang Fan started heating the oil.

The onlookers shook their heads, knowing from Zhang Fan's clumsy manner that he was destined to lose this time.

When Zhang Fan cracked the eggs, he dropped the eggshells in without retrieving them, and then stirred them directly.

The hall was filled with the rich aroma of food; it was lunchtime, and everyone's stomachs were rumbling in unison.

To be fair, we can only eat after Zhang Fan has finished cooking.

All eyes turned to him, waiting for Zhang Fan to finish cooking.

Zhang Fan held the seasoning, frowning as he pondered. Would injecting spiritual energy into the seasoning have the same effect?

He looked very conflicted, and everyone assumed he couldn't recognize the seasoning.

"This is salt," someone couldn't help but remind them.

Everyone couldn't help but shake their heads secretly, their eyes filled with sympathy as they looked at Bai Rou'er.

Love makes people stupid; they can't even recognize salt, yet they think their partner could be a chef.

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