Food: The super chef just wants to set up a stall leisurely

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 prove? Our restaurant has strict standards. Although my dishes cannot be served yet, I have learned everything I should learn, but the time has not come yet. This matter is not something that can be rushed. Don't you need to digest the dish you make? 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 his lessons calmly finally fall silent. The fat man who defeated the enemy with one move won.

"Sister, you look 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 combining man and sword and swung the sword at 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 said a few 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 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 dishes that are not cooked well or are mediocre. But there are some dishes that he is very good at and can make brilliantly every time.

"But sister, why do I feel like you look familiar? 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 have no chance to meet famous chefs, and I can't compare with your big restaurants. I just run a restaurant with over-the-top dishes. I earn my money through hard work and basically never leave Jiangcheng." Zhao Xiaojing told the truth.

"A restaurant with fried chicken and broth?" Upon hearing this, the autistic Wen Xinyuan looked at Zhao Xiaojing in disbelief. He seemed to be deeply shocked and fell into autism again.

"Hey, what do you think? My sister from the Donburi restaurant can get ten votes, but how come you, a second-generation rich guy, only got seven votes?" The fat man understood Wen Xinyuan's pain point in an instant, 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 with tears in his eyes.

"Sister." Jianwen Xinyuan's heart was dead. The fat man glanced at Zhao Xiaojing and hesitated after starting to talk.

"Just tell me whatever you want to say." Zhao Xiaojing said.

"Okay, I looked at your dish carefully when it was passed to me just now. Your knife skills, color, and aroma are all very beautiful. Since the old man specifically pointed you out, you must be very good at cooking the food... It's just that... I originally thought you had a master, but I didn't expect you to be a lone ranger... It's not that being a lone ranger is bad, it's just that if you open a restaurant by yourself, these home-cooked dishes are the best, and the money you can make and the position you can reach are also limited. As for famous dishes, you can't learn them without someone teaching you. No matter how strong your comprehension is, you still need someone to guide you. In the chef industry, if you want to go further, you still have to find a master to teach you..."

"Sister! Why don't you come back with me? I will help you talk to my second grandfather. He is not very old and in good health. He has no problem guiding apprentices! My second grandfather's name is Wen Yongshun. He is 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 words.

"Hey hey hey hey, first come, first served! I haven't finished yet, get out of the way! Besides, has your second grandfather agreed before you start yelling? Sister, listen to me first!" The fat man rarely refuted Wen Xinyuan's seemingly bragging words. He just stared with wide eyes, waved his hands to drive him away, and took over the conversation.

"Where did I say I was just at?"

"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 imparted by his master, and has mastered many techniques and experiences that ordinary chefs cannot learn. It seems that he only got seven points in this game, which is not as high as yours, but once this game is over, giving him ample room to play, he will definitely have the ability to turn the tables and amaze the audience in minutes. On the contrary, you, once that time comes, if you can only cook home-cooked meals, 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 also?" 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 met for the first time.

Compared with Zhao Duo and Wen Xinyuan, who have family heritage and are famous chefs for generations, she does seem to have a weaker foundation. But it is not as dangerous as the fat man thinks. After all, she has the system in her hand and knows a few famous dishes. But these words are also very reasonable. She will consider it when she encounters the opportunity.

"Although my master grandfather has a bad temper and is a bit strict in teaching, I have become more solid and learned a lot from him in the past two years. Although my master grandfather obtained the title of Chief Cooking Technician of Guangdong Province, they are from the same family and their abilities are not much different. Moreover, my master grandfather is also a famous chef and he has few apprentices, only two. 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 us why your master has only two disciples?" Wen Xinyuan interrupted again.

The fat man scratched his head in embarrassment and said nothing.