Chapter 468 Finding the Original Intention
"Boss Su's cooking skills are obvious to all. Why are you nitpicking here? What's the point?"
"Isn't the attitude a chef should have when facing delicious food to respect the food and taste it with his heart?"
“Food is for enjoyment and to bring happiness, not to be used as a tool for comparison or competition.”
As soon as the words fell, the dining table, which had originally had a somewhat lively atmosphere, suddenly became quiet.
Hu Yuan and Hong Yucheng looked at Fang Fang in surprise.
Yang Lin trembled even more, and was completely stunned. He stared at Fang Fang blankly, his eyes full of shock and thought.
Perhaps this sounds a bit too pretentious, as to others it is just a small episode during the meal.
But at this moment, Yang Lin, who had suffered heavy blows in the cooking comparisons and was even a little depressed, was truly touched by Fang Fang's words in the softest part of his heart.
A chef’s mentality, or original intention.
Yang Lin himself could hardly remember it.
He could only vaguely recall that when he first decided to become a chef, he simply wanted to cook delicious dishes.
At that time, all he wanted was to make delicious dishes that would satisfy him.
He clearly remembers the happy and satisfied smiles on his parents' faces when they ate the food he cooked.
Also, at home, he personally cooked a table full of delicious dishes to entertain his childhood friends.
Friends gathered around the dining table, feasting on the food, with cheers and sincere thanks.
The feeling of being recognized and loved strengthened his determination to continue on the path of becoming a chef.
Even his wife, who is by his side now, got together with him because of delicious food.
He personally made a work lunch box for her, who was just an ordinary friend at the time, thus confirming their relationship and eventually leading to marriage.
He still remembered that he stood at the door of Le Cordon Bleu College full of longing.
All he could think about was how to improve his cooking skills in this prestigious institution, learn more techniques and knowledge, and make more delicious and amazing dishes.
I don't know when it started, but he became obsessed with personal glory and paid too much attention to the outside world's voices.
Perhaps it was the comments from those gourmets, or perhaps it was the olive branches extended by several Michelin restaurants.
He increasingly focused his energy on seeking external recognition and praise for himself.
I have forgotten the person who once simply loved cooking and only wanted to bring happiness and satisfaction to others.
Fang Fang felt the strangely quiet atmosphere at the table and wondered, "Why are you all silent?"
As soon as she said this, she suddenly realized that she seemed to have just ruthlessly criticized the chef of this restaurant!
Her heart skipped a beat.
He is the head chef and he manages so many waiters. If I anger him, won’t I get beaten up?
Thinking of this, Fang Fang couldn't help but shrink her neck, thinking about what to say quickly to ease the tense atmosphere.
At this moment, Yang Lin took a deep breath, slowly stood up and looked at Fang Fang.
"I'm going to do this, no one hits me!"
Seeing this, Fang Fang was startled and instinctively shrank back.
It felt like in the next second, Yang Lin would give an order, and then eight hundred waiters would rush into the kitchen with knives and surround her aggressively.
“How could that be?!”
Yang Lin was immediately left in tears and laughter by Fang Fang's sudden reaction. His emotions, which had just calmed down with great difficulty, were almost disrupted again.
He shook his head helplessly, quickly putting on a sincere and serious expression, and said sincerely, "I just want to thank you, Ms. Fang Fang. What you just said made me think about some things clearly."
“Hey~”
Fang Fang was stunned.
She looked Yang Lin up and down, and after making sure that Yang Lin was not speaking in a sarcastic way, her mind started working rapidly.
After thinking for two seconds, he asked innocently, "Did I just say something very philosophical? I don't remember anything about it."
"What you just said is indeed quite good."
Hu Yuan smiled and nodded, giving him an approving look.
"That sentence?"
Fang Fang tried hard to recall.
She racked her brains but couldn't remember.
The main reason is that she sometimes speaks in a hurry and without thinking, and often forgets everything she said right after she opens her mouth.
At this moment, she only vaguely remembered that she seemed to have said a lot of offensive words, but she forgot how she said them.
"You said that a chef should respect food and savor it attentively."
Yang Lin looked at Fang Fang's confused expression and had no choice but to repeat it again.
When Fang Fang heard this, her eyes widened in surprise.
"Did I just say something so philosophical?"
Then, a delighted expression appeared on her face again, and she said with a hint of boasting, "Ah, worthy of being me! I'll write this down on my phone and tell the owner of the mutton noodle shop downstairs from me!"
"The portions are obviously smaller than before, and the quality of the meat is worse! I don't know if they're trying to cut corners and rip off regular customers like us."
As soon as these words came out, the expressions of the three people at the table except her suddenly became very interesting, and their emotions were all mixed up.
Hong Yucheng looked at Fang Fang speechlessly, and wanted to ask her if she was a goldfish, as she only had a few seconds of memory.
I could forget what I just said in the blink of an eye.
Fang Fang didn't notice everyone's strange looks at all. She still excitedly took out her cell phone and wrote down this sentence carefully.
After taking note, she rubbed her hands in anticipation, unable to wait to taste the next dish.
On the other side, Yang Lin also slowly sat down again. His eyes were less entangled and unwilling than before, and he had completely calmed down.
Just as Fang Fang said, a chef’s attitude towards food should be respect and taste it carefully.
He realized that Mr. Su's craftsmanship deserved his utmost respect.
In the kitchen, Su Chen was still busy at the stove, preparing the next three dishes.
He skillfully picked up a fresh shrimp and peeled off the shell with a light pinch of his fingers.
Next, cut open the shrimp's back and pick out the black shrimp line.
The processed shrimps are gently placed in a clean bowl, evenly sprinkled with a thin layer of cornstarch, gently stirred with chopsticks, and then the bowl is placed in the refrigerator for refrigeration.
While waiting for the shrimps to be refrigerated, Su Chen was not idle at all.
He quickly took the tamarind, celery, leeks and Chinese celery to the sink and washed them one by one.
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(End of this chapter)
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