Guo Ziming: "...So, you learned by yourself by reading notes without any books?"

“Yes, the notes are all the important points, which is much better than reading the book directly,” Su Yan said.

Director Zhong told her to go to the counselor to pick up the books again on Monday.

"Luckily, I'm not the only one Master dislikes," Guo Ziming muttered to himself. "Otherwise, I would have been so embarrassed!"

Since their junior sister came into the picture, the other three disciples were nothing more than weeds in their master's eyes, worthless.

She said helplessly, "My three senior brothers have been studying traditional Chinese medicine for longer than me. Even if I have talent, I definitely can't catch up with you. If I can graduate before I turn 26, I will be satisfied."

Complete your apprenticeship before the age of 26?

Guo Ziming internally screamed, "Impossible!"

His master told him yesterday that his requirement for his junior sister was to graduate from university before she completed her apprenticeship.

However, he didn't say it aloud, so as not to put more pressure on Su Yan.

"Keep it up, your senior brother believes in you."

The two chatted for a couple more minutes before Guo Ziming had to hang up because he had something to do.

At this moment, Chen Ting and the others also returned.

Deng Ziyi placed the packed lunch on Su Yan's table: "Stir-fried shredded potatoes with meat and a green vegetable. There's not much to eat in the canteen."

"The amount of meat is pitifully small," Bai Meng complained.

Deng Ziyi shrugged. "Anyway, I always order an extra serving of meat every day."

In addition to the two standard dishes, the school cafeteria also allows students to add meat dishes separately.

However, each serving costs 50 cents, and few students are willing to pay extra.

Bai Meng and Deng Ziyi come from relatively well-off families, and they eat at the cafeteria almost every meal.

Chen Ting doesn't receive any additional allowance; she sends half of her monthly subsidy home.

Su Yan opened the lunchbox and, sure enough, found meat hidden among the shredded potatoes.

She didn't mind and ate slowly, saying, "It's good enough that our school has meat to eat. Some schools' standard meals only include two vegetarian dishes."

"You're not a picky eater?" Deng Ziyi was a little surprised.

Judging from how Su Yan was taken care of by her two older brothers, she thought that her new roommate was like her, with a bit of a spoiled princess attitude.

Su Yan smiled and said, "I'm the kind of person who will definitely eat well if I have the chance, but if I don't, I'll just make do."

But if she goes to the cafeteria, she'll definitely order an extra serving of meat.

Without oil and fat, when will she ever recover her health?

"Ayan, have you finished reviewing?" Chen Ting asked.

Su Yan nodded, "I've finished reviewing, but when it comes to the test, we can only leave it to fate."

No sooner had he finished speaking than the mobile phone on the table suddenly rang.

She glanced at the number; it was the restaurant's landline. She answered immediately.

"Hello?"

"Ayan! Have you forgotten that you're supposed to come to the restaurant for kitchen training today? Everyone's been waiting for you all morning!" Feng Caixia's anxious voice came over.

Su Yan: !!!

"I'm coming right now!"

...

An hour and a half later.

Half a day of leisure.

Su Yan got out of the taxi, her face flushed with anxiety.

Feng Caixia immediately came forward and said, "Take your time, there's still time."

The six chefs were also waiting at the door, and they all called out to Boss Su.

Su Yan said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I went back to school to catch up on my studies today and completely forgot about it. I'll treat everyone to dinner later. Thank you for waiting for me all morning."

"It's alright, Boss Su. Your late arrival has given us more time to familiarize ourselves with the methods," one of the chefs said.

Everyone else said they were fine.

After thanking her, Su Yan said, "Let's go in for the assessment."

She tests each chef with three questions, very quickly.

The exam was over in less than twenty minutes.

She was very satisfied that all six chefs passed the test on their first try.

Before the practical teaching session in the kitchen, Su Yan reminded them: "I will select one of you six as the head chef. The head chef's salary will be increased by ten yuan. In addition to being responsible for cooking and kitchen hygiene, you will also have to manage the other chefs and make sure that the dishes produced by each chef taste and look consistent."

In addition, there will be a kitchen assessment every month. Chefs who fail the assessment will be demoted to apprentices and their wages will be reduced by half. Of course, I don't want anyone to be demoted, so everyone should work hard and I won't treat you unfairly.

My requirements for the head chef are based on three points: attitude, technique, and talent. Anyone who scores 90 or above on each dish today will be the final head chef selection. Everyone has a chance. Okay, let's begin practice, starting with desserts.”

The training finally ended at 10 p.m., after lasting from the afternoon.

Su Yan also discovered a promising talent among the six chefs, named Wu Jingguo.

Wu Ching-kuo was the most quick-witted of the six, and he could cook almost any dish on the first try. Moreover, he had an exceptionally sensitive sense of taste, which was comparable to hers.

Most importantly, he looks very young, only thirty-five years old, but he doesn't like to talk.

However, she felt that this person looked unfamiliar.

While the chefs were tasting each other's food, she asked Feng Caixia.

Feng Caixia said, "Wu Jingguo is a new recruit. His ancestors were imperial chefs, and his skills have been passed down for generations. When I interviewed him, he made me a Yangzhou fried rice, and I was immediately captivated by its taste."

Imperial Chef?

Su Yan raised an eyebrow, immediately becoming interested.

"Master Wu, could you please come over here for a moment?" she said.

Wu Ching-kuo paused for a moment, then put down his chopsticks and walked over, clutching his apron nervously, "Boss Su, is there something wrong with what I did?"

Wu Ching-kuo has a kind and honest appearance, but he always keeps his head down, looking insecure.

Su Yan said helplessly, "Master Wu, don't be nervous, I just have a few questions."

"Please ask."

"I heard that your ancestors were imperial chefs, so your cooking skills must be excellent. Where did you work before?"

Upon hearing this, Wu Ching-kuo's expression immediately wilted, and he said with a bitter smile, "Mr. Su, you flatter me. If I were skilled, I wouldn't be in this state at my age."

"What do you mean by that?" Su Yan frowned.

Wu Jingguo sighed and said, "I used to work in a few restaurants for a while, but I was fired after a short time. They only cared about making money and didn't care about the taste. They said I was old-fashioned and that my skills were outdated and no one would like them. Later, a conflict occurred and I was kicked out. Now, no restaurant in Guangzhou is willing to hire me. Until Bantianxian started recruiting, I just tried it out. I didn't expect that Manager Feng would hire me after taking a bite of the fried rice."

Feng Caixia never expected that Wu Jingguo had such an experience.

She coughed lightly. "My sense of taste doesn't lie. Your fried rice is simple, but it tastes better than the ones made by the chefs I brought."

Su Yan thought for a moment, "Master Wu, could you make me a plate of fried rice with eggs to try?"

Upon hearing this, Wu Ching-kuo immediately agreed and went to do it right away.

Less than five minutes.

A plate of golden-brown fried rice was placed in front of her.