Actually, Ma Hua is also very conflicted right now. Ultimately, a good chef...
First, you need a mentor; second, you need to practice a lot.
Therefore, a famous saying arose in later generations: "If you're bad at cooking, practice more."
Ma Hua still remembers that his past life was ruined by not having a good teacher.
The question the restaurant HR asked me when I applied for a job in my past life.
"I heard that graduates from vocational schools can use computer programming to control excavators to cook?"
Hearing his mother say this, Ma Hua hesitated.
After all, I have advanced technology skills now, do I really need a so-called mentor?
Can so-called famous teachers and lots of practice really compare to technology?
Moreover, the master leads you through the door, but the practice depends on yourself; I've already entered the door long ago.
MCA is no longer the MCA it used to be.
Ma Hua wanted to tell her mother that it wasn't necessary, but seeing the slightly disappointed look in her mother's eyes...
Ma Hua sighed inwardly, realizing he had always been alone in his past life.
Having finally experienced maternal love, Ma Huaqiang suppressed his inner turmoil and said, 'I'm willing.'
When Ma Hua said that, although her mother was happy, she still sighed, "Xiao Hua,"
I understand your concerns. We'll go take a look later and then discuss it. I won't force you to become an apprentice.
If you really don't want to, then consider this my way of showing you the world.
"Being a chef is not a profession that can be practiced in isolation; you also need to remember to observe and learn from others."
When Ma Hua heard her mother's words, a huge weight was finally lifted from her heart.
Honestly, MCA is actually very afraid that her mother is using her status to pressure her.
Then she told herself how much effort she had put in and how many people she had asked for help with this.
This kind of self-suppression under the guise of maternal love. While the Malaysian Chinese Association (MCA) might agree, they would also feel very uncomfortable inside.
However, Ma Hua did not expect his mother to be so open-minded. Since his mother said so, he decided to go and see for himself.
MCA (Malaysian Chinese Association) is also eager to know: what exactly makes these old traditions so powerful?
Our own technology is still superior. Although the MCA appears on the surface...
He is very humble, but deep down he is quite arrogant.
The three soon arrived at their destination, Fengzeyuan. Ma Hua glanced at it with some surprise.
This isn't the place where I took my chef's certification exam.
Ma Hua soon found out why his parents had brought him there.
It turned out to be Wang Defa, the examiner from my previous chef's certificate exam!
When the mother saw Wang Defa arrive, she hurriedly said to Ma Hua, "Hurry up and greet him. This is your Uncle Wang Defa."
"Hello, Uncle Wang," Ma Hua glanced at his father somewhat awkwardly. Was this Uncle Wang a proper Uncle Wang?
The father seemed to sense Ma Hua's confusion and explained, "Your Uncle Wang and I are childhood friends."
When Wang Defa saw Ma Hua, he smiled and shook his head at his father: "Back then, I made you learn to cook..."
You absolutely refused to learn it, but by your son's generation...
"You still learned it, didn't you? You're just too stubborn. Otherwise..."
"Alright, we didn't come here to catch up," the father said, his expression somewhat unfriendly.
"Alright, you're the boss, please," Wang Defa said, seeing his father's expression.
He wasn't angry at all. He quickly beckoned everyone to come in.
After Wang Defa and the others were seated, he took out a stack of papers from a leather bag.
Then he handed it to Ma Hua: "This is a summary of my cooking experience over the years."
Ma Hua could tell how much effort the writer had put into it just by glancing at it casually.
The paper was covered with tiny print, all of which were tips and tricks for cooking—practical information indeed.
Seeing the unfriendly expressions on his parents' faces, Wang Defa immediately shook his head: "You two are still the same old you."
What's wrong? Do you really think I don't genuinely want to teach your son? You're wrong.
You have no idea how talented your son is at cooking; he's far more conventional and unorthodox than you might think.
Why not give your son some support and see how far he can go?
Ma Hua saw his mother and father exchange a glance, and in their eyes...
It's all unbelievable. Could it be that my son really has such a high talent for cooking?
Wang Defa naturally saw it too, and immediately laughed: "Hahahaha, you two don't know, do you?"
Oh my, you guys are hilarious! There's an old saying, "Buying the casket and returning the pearl." Tsk tsk.
"There's a saying that goes, 'Seeing is believing.' Alright, since you're calling me uncle..."
"I'll just call you Xiao Hua," Wang Defa said, glancing at Ma Hua, whose expression was rather helpless.
Actually, Ma Hua was somewhat helpless; he had said it before, but his parents didn't believe him. Sigh.
And also, you bastard Uncle Wang, I've remembered this. I'll make sure I see your son someday.
I'll call him that too, Xiao Wang.
"Xiaohua, you don't need to prepare much, just use the dish you made for the last exam."
"Do it for us again," Wang Defa said to Ma Hua.
I'd been thinking about that dish Xiaohua made for a long time.
It has a spicy, savory, and fragrant flavor, and the fish is smooth and tender, making it an absolutely delicious dish to eat with rice.
Ma Hua nodded and began his operation.
Seeing Ma Hua's actions, Wang Defa nodded to himself, "Not bad, not bad."
Both the technique and the skill were much better than before.
When Ma Hua finished cooking, Wang Defa was the first to pick up his chopsticks and eagerly took the first bite.
Sure enough, this time it tasted much better than last time, and even better than the ones I secretly made on my own.
What's the point of teaching if I don't teach myself?
Luckily, they didn't know that I had secretly recreated this dish.
Otherwise, wouldn't I lose all face in front of my old friends?
Wang Defa put down his chopsticks and nodded in satisfaction: "Not bad, not bad, you guys should try some too."
Only then did Mother and Father pick up their chopsticks, take a piece of fish, and put it in their mouths.
Mmm, fragrant, smooth, bouncy, and spicy, it's so delicious!
Wow, Xiaohua is such a good cook! Oh well, I guess I was worrying too much.
But what kind of dish is Xiaohua making? I've never eaten it before.
Seeing the confusion in his parents' eyes, Wang Defa immediately explained, "This is something your son Xiaohua created himself. It's called 'Boiled Fish'."
"See? Do you still think there's anything wrong with what I did? Brother Jianguo, you just have too quick a temper. Otherwise, you wouldn't have done it back then."
Upon hearing Wang Defa's words, the father's eyes, which had initially held a hint of joy, instantly turned cold.
Wang Defa realized he had said the wrong thing and quickly looked at his mother with pleading eyes.
The mother sighed softly, then shook her head, feigning helplessness.
Just as the group was at a loss for words, a large, fat man walked in from the kitchen doorway.
Upon seeing Wang Defa, he immediately laughed and said, "Tsk tsk, Old Wang, you've got your men wasting ingredients in the kitchen again!"
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