"Is the food not very good?"
Tang Li didn't want to undermine Lu Jianshen's confidence, so she smiled awkwardly.
"That's already very good, your skill level has improved very quickly!"
That's a compliment, but it's practically no compliment at all.
Isn't it just that his cooking skills are not good enough, and these dishes are not satisfactory?
"I think it should be alright."
Lu Jianshen looked at her with some doubt, then uncertainly picked up a chicken wing with his chopsticks, as if... something was missing.
All the steps were very detailed, so where did things go wrong?
Lu Jianshen was unwilling to give up, so he called his mentor, the Michelin-starred chef, again.
"Chef Zhao, I followed all the steps you taught me to cook, but the taste seems a little different."
Lu Jianshen even made sure that the total amount of food was almost exactly the same.
Chef Zhao on the other end of the phone thought for a moment, "Mr. Lu, cooking is all about controlling the heat. If you don't control the heat well, the taste of the dish will be different!"
Lu Jianshen frowned, somewhat unwilling.
He spent most of the day cooking, only to end up with a table full of dishes that weren't cooked properly.
Chef Zhao then said, "How about I come over to your place and cook your New Year's Eve dinner for you?"
Lu Jianshen glanced at Tang Li, seemingly seeking her opinion. He thought Tang Li would be very touched to accept the large table he had prepared.
A woman who lacked any sense of romance simply took Lu Jianshen's phone.
"Thank you so much, Chef Zhao!"
Lu Jianshen's smile remained stiff on his face.
Was the meal I prepared really such a failure?
Tang Li smiled and shook her head. "No, it's not that bad, it's just not very tasty."
"Honey, you're not really suited to cooking. Leave the professional stuff to the professionals. You just need to focus on making money!"
If Lu Jianshen had the time to learn how to cook, he could have earned enough money to hire several Michelin-starred chefs to provide lifelong service!
Lu Jianshen pursed his lips and remained silent, clearly angry.
Tang Li noticed his melancholy expression and found it adorable, offering him a few words of comfort.
"Chef Zhao will be here soon. We can still have a good New Year's Eve dinner. We don't need to eat what you made, right?"
Are you trying to comfort me?
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