Master Niu was so exasperated by his young apprentice's stupidity that he almost cried, and slapped the boy across the face.
He roared, "Get the hell out of here! What's it to you? Get the hell out of here!"
"What are you doing? You were caught stealing my skills and now you're all angry?"
"Sigh, they're all birds of a feather," MCA lamented.
"You, you're talking nonsense! I, Li Gang, am the head of Fengzeyuan Sanzhao. How could I possibly steal the skills of a mere apprentice?"
"You're talking nonsense! You're slandering me!!" Master Li was so angry that he was practically spitting fire, and he roared.
"Tsk tsk, how did I slander you? In your eyes, shouldn't those with excellent cooking skills be learning from those who are not as good as them?"
"That's what you just said, what's wrong? You dare to say it but not admit it?!" Ma Hua sneered.
This person is so hypocritical; they don't know the pain until the knife is stuck in their own body.
Why didn't you mention Li Gang when you were slandering and spreading rumors about me?
This name sounds so familiar... damn.
This isn't the name that the hooligan who bothered me in Beihai Park just shouted.
Ma Hua looked Li Gang up and down, and could vaguely make out the features of the vagrant from his face.
No wonder they're father and son; not only are their features plain, but their intelligence is also so lacking.
"Alright, stop babbling, Master Niu. Do you admit it or not? What's wrong?"
"So this is what Fengzeyuan is like? If you can't handle it, don't play it in the future. It's truly shameful," Ma Hua mocked.
"Hmph, I bet your master was He Yuzhu before. Even He Daqing wouldn't dare to speak like that to me."
Master Niu suddenly recalled He Daqing's previous bowed and lowered-eyebrowed manner, and said proudly.
"Oh, and then?" Ma Hua became interested when he heard what Master Niu said.
"You ungrateful bastard, how dare you say 'then'?"
If you have a better attitude, I might take pity on you and put in a good word for you, and get He Daqing's son to take you back into his fold.
"And according to seniority, you need to call me Master Niu," Master Niu said with a touch of pride.
I've always managed to find a way to get to the heart of the MCA. Let's see if you still dare to be so arrogant in front of me.
Master Niu's words made Ma Hua laugh in exasperation. What's wrong?
And they even took me under their wing? Does He Da deserve to be called a disciple of Sha Zhu?
Take me back and teach me to steal, shovel manure, or run away with a widow.
"No wonder you have a good relationship with He Daqing and his son," Ma Hua said, looking Master Niu up and down.
Then he said it word by word.
Master Niu looked at Ma Hua with some confusion. He was on good terms with He Daqing, but he wasn't familiar with He Daqing's son at all.
Ma Hua noticed Master Niu's confusion: "No wonder you can't stand losing."
So it turns out she had a good relationship with He Daqing and his son.
"Tsk tsk, He Daqing abandoned his children and ran off with a widow. His son, Shazhu, was my former master."
He's a decent person, yet he doesn't teach any skills at all. I cut ties with him a long time ago.
That kind of thing doesn't even deserve to be a teacher.
He Daqing's son, Shazhu, almost got fired for stealing supplies from the factory.
What's wrong? You didn't know? Didn't you just say you were on good terms with them? What happened?
Master Niu, you don't mean you stole too, do you? Sha Zhu was even planning to make me, his apprentice, take the blame.
"So you're planning to make your little apprentice take the blame too?" Ma Hua said.
He looked at Master Niu with a half-smile.
Upon hearing Ma Hua's words, Master Niu quickly shook his head: "I didn't. Don't talk nonsense."
"Alright, hurry up, are you going to admit defeat or not? Get it over with!"
What kind of behavior is it to whine and dawdle like an old woman? If you can't handle losing...
Just say you can't accept defeat, I'm not one to push things too far.
MCA was getting impatient. It was just too drawn out.
"Me." Master Niu was speechless, completely taken aback by Ma Hua's words.
Chef Niu is an extremely proud man. Although he knows his cooking skills are not as good as Ma Hua's, he still doesn't want to say it.
Especially in front of so many people, it's even more embarrassing.
Ma Hua didn't care about that; he had already seen Wang Defa's encouraging look.
Uncle Wang is encouraging me to cause trouble, so what am I afraid of?
Besides, this isn't my own factory, why would I be afraid of you?
Seeing Ma Hua's arrogant attitude, Mr. Li felt a little uncomfortable.
But there was nothing they could do; the MCA had won decisively.
In the canteen kitchen, skills speak for themselves, and besides, they didn't have any weaknesses in the MCA (Malaysian Chinese Association).
After thinking for a moment, Master Li slowly said to Ma Hua, "Young man, do you think this is okay?"
I just learned that it was He Daqing and his son who wronged you. I have a small reputation in the culinary industry in Beijing.
I think we should just leave what happened as it is, and I'll clear your name later.
You're an excellent young man, don't you think?
"I don't think it's very good," Ma Hua said, looking at Master Li with icy eyes.
This person is trying to use their own reputation to their advantage.
And you call this the culinary world of Beijing? I'm just a level six factory worker. What kind of culinary world are you talking to me about?
If it weren't for the approaching worst period, the employees could live comfortably anywhere thanks to the system's small courtyard.
Who would want to be a chef for life?
A chef who doesn't want to be a capitalist is not a good chef.
"Alright, if you're not satisfied, you can have a competition. Knife skills and cooking abilities—you decide."
Ma Hua said with a hint of disdain.
Everyone was so angry when they heard MCA say that they trembled with rage. MCA was just too infuriating.
"Let's compete, who's afraid of anything? It's just a knife skills competition!" But before anyone could reply, Master Niu stopped them.
Then he pointed to the Wensi Tofu on the table.
What's the point of comparing knife skills? I know your skill level perfectly well; I lost to you, let alone me.
Let's save some face for Fengzeyuan.
Right now, it's just one person who's lost. If everyone loses, how will Fengzeyuan survive in Beijing's business district?
The group, who were initially somewhat resentful, were stunned when they saw the Wensi Tofu on the table. They realized they were truly no match for it!
Wow, this person is so young, how can they be so amazing? But does that mean we can't compete just because we're not good enough?
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