"Level 5 cook?"

“Isn’t this too high?”

"That's right, what abilities does this young man have that warrants special recruitment as a Level 5 cook?"

"I think he can hardly even cut the meat properly, let alone be a chef. How can he flip the wok?"

"Ah, I guess he came in through the back door."

"What's wrong with our factory? Can anyone get to the kitchen through the back door? Are all kinds of people being sent to the kitchen?"

“…”

One discussion after another rang out in the kitchen, and almost all of the discussions were voices of doubt.

However, in the face of everyone's doubts, Jia Dongsheng still had a faint smile on his face, as if everyone was talking about someone else instead of him.

"Okay, be quiet."

Faced with the noisy voices of the crowd, Fang Zhuo felt overwhelmed. He shouted for everyone to quiet down before continuing.

"Don't make blind guesses if you don't understand the situation. Comrade Jia Dongsheng may be young, but he's the heir of the Imperial Chef. His cooking skills are impeccable. Otherwise, the factory wouldn't have hired him with the salary of a Level 5 cook."

Fang Zhuo said without question, "So those who are talking about taking the back door can stop here."

"If there are still people who don't believe it, Dongsheng, then you can show them your skills and let them see the craftsmanship of the heir of the imperial chef."

"No problem, Director Fang. I will."

Jia Dongsheng said firmly.

"That's good. If that's the case, then you guys should get busy. Dongsheng, I'm leaving first. Canteen No. 1 is now in your hands."

"Okay, Director Fang."

As Fang Zhuo left, Jia Dongsheng smiled and faced everyone: "From now on, we will eat from the same pot. Let me introduce myself. My name is Jia Dongsheng."