Zongman: The chef who is not doing his job

"Are you confident in the shokugeki match with Kuga Teruki?"

The next day, there were finally fewer people in the store, and Wang Lin and Erina lived a leisurely life contentedly.

The sudden busy days before were totally unscientific!

"It's simple! If I want to, I can make him suffer from a psychological trauma of Mapo Tofu for the rest of his life!" Wang Lin waved his hand and said bluntly.

"Hehe..." It was obvious that the eldest lady didn't believe it.

Wang Lin shook his head. It was true. Sometimes no one believed you when you told the truth!

This was not a joke. Wang Lin was really confident that he could defeat Kuga Teruki so badly that he would be forever shrouded in Wang Lin's shadow, or even end his career as a chef, so that he would never have the confidence to cook again in his life.

"Wang Lin, don't underestimate your opponent! Kuga Teruki's Chinese cooking skills are definitely not what he showed in class before." The secretary reminded Wang Lin leisurely.

"Forget it, Hisako, there's no need to worry about this guy. But Kuga Teruki might be someone we do need to worry about." The eldest lady rolled her eyes. She was just asking casually.

As a result, I inadvertently gave this guy the opportunity to show off.

Wang Lin's deliberate attempt to reduce the number of customers did not actually cause dissatisfaction among diners. Instead, they were happy that they did not have to squeeze with so many people.

There are really not many small shops like Boss Wang that serve great Chinese cuisine and are cheaper than other Chinese restaurants!

The only problem is that the business hours are too arbitrary and completely random.

But there is nothing you can do. If the boss doesn't want to open the shop, you can't just tie him up in a small dark room and make him cook, right? Right? Right!

So, just go with the flow! If you’re lucky and the boss is open, then come and have a meal, if not, forget it.

What Wang Lin really wanted to stop were those diners who deliberately ran to the door of his shop and blocked it! Brother, I'm just a cook, you don't have to fight so hard!

It would be nice to have some customers like this on normal days, so the store doesn’t seem deserted, but it’s not packed or too busy either. It’s nice to be a little more leisurely!

Wang Lin doesn't want to be the first time traveler to die from exhaustion from cooking.

Sitting in front of the counter in a daze, the eldest lady was enthusiastically playing the new game Wang Lin had just made with the young secretary beside her, and Monkey Brother... was in a daze with Wang Lin.

But there is always someone who breaks this tranquility.

"Big Brother Wang Lin!" "Excuse me!" x2

I saw the elementary school student Conan, bringing two little boys, one fat and one thin, to Wang Lin’s store. The two little boys were looking at the decorations in Wang Lin’s store curiously.

"Hey, it's Conan! What would you like to eat?" Wang Lin was awakened by Conan's call and suddenly stopped being in a daze. He gave Conan a standard smile.

"Brother Wang Lin, cook two dishes. We'll make another one to take away after we finish eating." Conan walked up to Wang Lin and said, "By the way, Brother Wang Lin, do you have any recommendations for dishes that can relieve sore throats?"

"Do you have a sore throat? Or do those two kids have a sore throat?" Wang Lin asked, pointing at the two elementary school students who were still looking around beside Conan.

"It's not us, it's Ayumi." The thin boy waved his hands quickly to explain to Conan.

"Ayumi, from the name, it seems she's a girl, right?" When Wang Lin heard the name, he immediately smiled knowingly at the two little boys: "You guys are quite considerate!"

"Hehehe..." The two little boys, one fat and one thin, immediately smiled embarrassedly, while the Grim Reaper elementary school student showed a helpless and doting dead fish eyes.

"Okay, wait a moment." Wang Lin didn't say any more words. He turned around and went back to the kitchen to prepare the food for Conan and the other three.

Ten minutes later, Wang Lin came out with two home-cooked dishes and three bowls of rice, which were enough for three elementary school students.

However, when Wang Lin came out, he saw the three little ones playing games with the two young ladies...

"...You really like to lure people into the trap!" Wang Lin asked the eldest lady with a chuckle. He suddenly felt that he should make pesticides or something, because this game in this world has not come out yet.

At that time, we will form a team with Erina, Sister Liu, Xiaobai, and the rebellious boy in the dormitory (Lan Wuhui)!

"Ah?" Erina was stunned for a moment when she heard Wang Lin's question. She raised her head and said, "...I usually play alone, but now it feels quite fun to have more people around."

"Hey, it's okay, you guys continue, but you three..." Wang Lin calmly tapped Conan's little head and continued to teach him: "The dishes are ready, you should eat. After you finish eating, don't you have to deliver food to your little female classmate who has a sore throat?"

The three... oh no, two boys, after hearing what Wang Lin said, although they were still a little reluctant to give up the game, they finally went to eat obediently.

Only a certain elementary school student of the Death God finally breathed a sigh of relief. Really! Wang Lin, why did you make the game so difficult? How come it's the same as Professor Agasa!

"These three children are quite sensible." The eldest lady looked at the three obedient elementary school students. She didn't know what she remembered, and her eyes were full of memories.

Wang Lin shrugged: "Forget it, I'm just pretending in front of strangers. If we get to know each other better, we'll definitely find that they're all naughty kids!"

"Tsk! You talk like you're not a naughty kid." The secretary made a disdainful complaint.

"Hey, hey, hey! If you dare to criticize the boss again, I'll deduct your salary!" Wang Lin shouted in dissatisfaction, slamming the table.

"Lululu!" The secretary was not afraid at all. Salary? What is that? She didn't care at all.

However, the young lady may not care, but Wang Lin cannot refuse to give it.

You can't let people work for Wang Lin for free, right?

"Okay, okay, don't you still have to make some food for the kids to relieve their sore throats? I'll come and take a look!" The eldest lady waved her hand to interrupt the two people's bickering and asked with some interest.

Shrugging helplessly, Wang Lin was just joking, and the three of them turned around and went back to the kitchen.

As for what to do, do you still need to think about it?

Wang Lin knew what to cook just by recalling the dishes his mother made when he had a sore throat as a child.

Rock sugar snow pear.

Don't get me wrong, this is definitely not the drink that a certain chef made, it's too sweet and greasy. (This is just the author's opinion, I really don't like it.)

To be precise, it is actually stewed pear with rock sugar.

When Wang Lin was a child, whenever he had a cough, his mother would make this dish for him. It tastes sweet and cool, and is very delicious! It can also clear away heat and treat colds and coughs.

“…Is it that simple?!” After watching Wang Lin finish the candied pear in just a few bites, the young lady asked doubtfully, “Can this really relieve a sore throat?”

"..." Wang Lin blinked. Shouldn't this thing be universal? Didn't your mother do this for you when your throat hurt?

Of course, Wang Lin would never ask this question. He knew that Erina's mother, Nakiri Masaki, had no time to accompany Erina all year round due to health and work reasons.

Thinking about it this way, the eldest daughter is really miserable. She has lacked normal fatherly and motherly love since childhood... Fortunately, she has a reliable grandfather, Nakiri Senzaemon, otherwise, with the Divine Tongue, it would be a question whether she could grow up.

It's really not easy for a young lady to be raised with great difficulty by Nakiri Senzaemon!

So... Wang Lin made one portion for each of the two young ladies.

Anyway, this isn’t a very complicated dish, it’s very simple. Unless there is some negative buff for cooking, who can make this dish taste bad?

So, the food that was originally intended for little Ayumi had not yet reached the patient's mouth, but the two young ladies each took a candied pear and started eating it first.

"Wow! It smells so good!" The fat boy Yuan Tai twitched his nose and stared with shining eyes at the two young ladies who came out with the candied pears.

"What kind of food is this?" asked the handsome little freckled boy Mitsuhiko in surprise. It really smells good!

Just by smelling it, it felt no worse than the two dishes they were devouring! And this sweet taste... inexplicably reminded him of his mother!

"Rock sugar and snow pear, didn't you say that one of your children has a sore throat?" Wang Lin walked out of the kitchen and explained, "This dish is good for the throat and can greatly relieve the sore throat."

"Arigato King Linggo-san!" x3

“No big deal…” Wang Lin’s mouth twitched wildly. This sentence reminded him of a certain great licking god.

However, what bad intentions could the children have? They were simply expressing their gratitude, without any sarcastic tone or meaning in their words.

"By the way, where are you going to find your classmate? Her home?" Wang Lin suddenly remembered something and asked the three children, "Have you asked in advance if she is at home? Didn't she go to the hospital?"