Chapter 423 The Importance of Inheritance
"But I can serve eight dishes now."
“Fujian cuisine is different from your Cantonese cuisine!”
"But I can serve eight dishes now."
"What does that mean? Our restaurant has strict standards. Although my dishes can't be served yet, I've learned everything I need to, it's just that the time hasn't come yet. This isn't something you can rush. Don't you need to digest the ingredients before you make a dish? Don't you need time to polish it?"
"But I can serve eight dishes now." The fat man embodies the essence of human beings - a repeater.
"I……"
"But I can serve eight dishes now."
Wen Xinyuan watched the fat man who was repeating calmly finally fall silent. The fat man who defeated the enemy with one move won.
"Sister, you're so happy. How many dishes can you serve?"
Zhao Xiaojing was trying to hold back her laughter in silence and was almost about to laugh out loud, but Wen Xinyuan once again used his skill of becoming one with the sword and swung the sword towards Zhao Xiaojing.
"I'm the boss, of course I can send as many contestants as I want. Seven votes." Zhao Xiaojing couldn't bear it anymore, so she threw the sword back and stabbed her opponent directly.
"She is worthy of being my sister!" The fat man was even happier.
Wen Xinyuan choked again.
"But when you asked about how many dishes can be served, do you mean they can be put on the restaurant's menu and served to the guests? Are eight dishes a lot?" asked Zhao Xiaojing, who didn't know much about this kind of high-end restaurant.
"It's a lot for people of our age. It's not that I can only cook eight dishes, but there are many chefs in our restaurant, and everyone has his or her own specialty. If it doesn't meet the standards, or if it doesn't have any characteristics, it will taste just like the food outside and won't be presentable. We're afraid of damaging the restaurant's reputation. So if any of our dishes can be served, it means that the dish has been perfected and has its own flavor." The fat man explained.
Zhao Xiaojing nodded. This is similar to every chef's signature dish. Although he knows many dishes, there are always some that are not well prepared or are mediocre. But there are some dishes that he is good at and can make brilliantly every time.
"But sister, why do you look familiar to me? Have you ever studied under any famous teacher? Or have you participated in any competitions before?" The fat man looked at Zhao Xiaojing and asked.
"No, I'm just a small boss. I don't have any chance to meet famous chefs, and I can't compare with your big restaurants. I just run a restaurant with porridge on the side. I earn money through hard work and basically never leave Jiangcheng." Zhao Xiaojing told the truth.
"A restaurant with toppings?" Wen Xinyuan, who was in autism, looked at Zhao Xiaojing in disbelief after hearing this. He seemed to be deeply shocked and fell into autism again.
"Hehe, what do you think? My sister from the donburi restaurant can get ten votes, but how come you, a second-generation rich kid, only got seven votes?" The fat man understood Wen Xinyuan's pain point in seconds, and fearing that he was not stimulated enough, he stabbed the knife into Wen Xinyuan's wound again.
Wen Xinyuan opened his mouth, then closed it again, wanting to cry but unable to.
"Sister." Jianwen Xinyuan's heart was dead. The fat man glanced at Zhao Xiaojing, started to speak, and then hesitated.
"Just tell me what you have to say." Zhao Xiaojing said.
"Alright, I took a close look at your dish as it was passed to me just now. Your knife skills, the color, the aroma—it's all beautiful. Since the old man specifically pointed you out, you must be excellent at cooking the food as well... It's just... I originally thought you had a master, but I didn't expect you were a lone ranger... It's not that being a lone ranger is bad, it's just that if you run your own restaurant, the money you can make and the position you can reach are limited if you only make these home-cooked dishes. As for famous dishes, you can't learn them without someone teaching you. No matter how strong your comprehension is, you still need guidance. In the chef's profession, if you want to go further, you still need to find a master and learn from him..."
"Sister! Why don't you come back with me? I'll help you talk to my second grandfather. He's not very old and in good health. He has no problem guiding apprentices! My second grandfather's name is Wen Yongshun. He's very famous. His craftsmanship is second to none in our province. No one dares to claim to be the best!" As soon as the fat man said this, Wen Xinyuan's eyes rolled and he instantly exited the autistic mode, interrupting the fat man's unfinished words.
"Hey hey hey hey, first come first served! I haven't finished yet, get out of here! Besides, have you already started yelling about whether your second grandfather agreed? Sister, listen to me first!" The fat man rarely refuted Wen Xinyuan's seemingly bragging words. He just widened his eyes, waved his hands to drive him away, and took over the conversation himself.
"Where did I say we were just now?"
"You need a master to teach you." Zhao Xiaojing reminded with a smile.
"Yes, you need a master to teach you! There is a huge difference between having a master to teach you and not having a master to teach you. Don't look at Wen Xinyuan's current condition. He has also practiced hard since he was a child. He has been fully taught and taught by his master. He has mastered many techniques and experiences that ordinary chefs cannot learn. It seems that he only scored seven points in this game, which is not as high as yours, but once this game is over, giving him enough room to play, he will definitely have the ability to turn the tables and amaze the audience in minutes. On the contrary, if you can only cook home-cooked meals at that time, your situation will immediately become embarrassing and dangerous." The fat man straightened his face.
"What do you mean I'm like this now? What do you mean by that?" Wen Xinyuan was unhappy.
Zhao Xiaojing nodded in great surprise. The fat man's words were very straightforward, but they were genuine and heartfelt. She also understood that she had never expected to hear such words from someone she had just met for the first time.
Compared to contestants like Zhao Duo and Wen Xinyuan, who had family traditions and generations of renowned chefs, she did seem a bit less well-rounded. But it wasn't as dangerous as Fatty thought. After all, she had the system and knew a few famous dishes. Still, her words made sense; she would consider it if the opportunity arose.
"Although my master's temper is a bit bad and his teaching is a bit strict, I have become more solid and learned a lot from him in the past two years. Although my master got the title of Chief Cooking Technician of Guangdong Province, they are from the same family and their abilities are actually not much different. Moreover, my master is also a famous chef and he has only two apprentices. I don't think his talent can compare with yours. If you are willing, I can call him now and talk to him. He will definitely agree." The fat man ignored Wen Xinyuan and continued talking to Zhao Xiaojing.
"Hey, why don't you tell me why your master has only two disciples?" Wen Xinyuan interrupted again.
The fat man scratched his head a little embarrassedly and said nothing.
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