Zongman: The chef who is not doing his job

Chapter 74 Let the Food Speak

"Even if you only rely on your cooking skills, you can still make the special dishes of Tiger Chef or Dragon Chef, or even better! However, it is undeniable that the power of idealism such as chef's heart is also a road to the realm of chef god! The two are not incompatible, and can promote each other and be integrated."

After saying this, the old man left the kitchen without looking back. He believed that Wang Lin could handle the rest of the things by himself.

With the old man's advice, Wang Lin immediately understood! He also had an idea!

Relying solely on hard power such as cooking skills is equivalent to proving the Tao by force in the ancient Taoism, while relying on idealistic power such as cooking heart is proving the Tao by the three corpses. Both are correct ways to prove the Tao and each has its own advantages.

The former is extremely difficult, but the achievements gained are naturally greater. The latter is much easier, but the strength is obviously not as good as the former. However, both can provide reference and reference for each other!

Even Chef Long would be dumbfounded if he suddenly saw a chef whose cooking style was completely different from his own!

With a train of thought, Wang Lin suddenly had an idea! Kitchen heart? Food illusion? This thing! He has it!

“…The most delicious way to show the chef’s heart and soul is naturally through the simplest dishes.” Wang Lin muttered to himself, but he did not hesitate and acted quickly.

First, turn the stove to the maximum flame, then pour the leftovers directly into the pot. Then, holding two eggs in each hand, wave them over the pot, and the four neatly detached egg shells will be thrown into the trash can.

Next, all that’s left is to stir-fry! Stir-fry quickly and rhythmically over high heat!

"I'm afraid this isn't enough..." After frying for a while, Wang Lin suddenly frowned. The golden fried rice alone might not satisfy a Dragon chef, so...

Wang Lin's eyes were fixed on the green onion next to a gourd vine that was about to grow in Chen Ge Hu.

He smiled slightly: "I don't know what's so special about the crops around this thing? Let's take this opportunity to give it a try!"

Wang Lin stretched out his evil hand towards the gourd vine.

(Gourd vine: "Don't come over here! I'm still a child! Don't you love me anymore? Wait, you are picking the weeds next to me? Oh, that's fine, just pick whatever you want! Just go about your business.")

The speed must be faster, otherwise the best time will be missed... I hope Wang Lin, the special green onion, can handle it.

Finally, this special dish was served at the best time. Wang Lin's confident smile reappeared on his face. Success! Success at once!

Of course, there is also a reason why egg fried rice is in a sense very simple. As long as you control the heat and strength, they are all matters of basic skills. So even if you add more special ingredients, Wang Lin still succeeded.

Well...this is normal for a cultivator's physical fitness!

He ran out happily with the cooked fried rice, only to see a scene that surprised him.

Mr. Hong and the male guest were already drunk from drinking some wine which no one knew where it came from. Oh, the male guest was drunk alone, but the old man still looked sober and calm.

However, Hong Aidie, Hong Xiuqin and the female guest were sitting together chatting with smiles on their faces.

Wang Lin put the covered fried rice on the table in confusion. Is it still possible to eat it in this state?

“Hey! Is the shopkeeper done?” Although he was already dazed, the man still chuckled and said to Wang Lin: “Looks like it’s done? Let me have a taste!”

After that, he didn’t hesitate to open the plate of Wang Lin’s special fried rice.

A burst of golden light suddenly illuminated the entire shop.

"Glowing fried rice! Considering the owner's age, it's really not easy!" As soon as the man saw the glowing dishes, a satisfied smile immediately appeared on his face. It seems that this mysterious restaurant is really not bad!

And this old man is not simple! He is also a dragon chef. He thought he would never see another dragon chef in his life, but he didn't expect to meet him here!

"Ha! This kid is far inferior to you!" Although he said this, there was an obvious proud smile on Hong Anguo's face.

How could the old man not be happy that his grandson was praised by the most powerful ancestor in his family?

Wang Lin also smiled modestly and didn't say much. When an elder praises you, it's better not to say too much.

Although it was already late, Wang Lin still prepared one portion each for his grandfather, mother and aunt, just to try the flavor. There was also stomach medicine anyway.

As for the visiting man and woman, it was just noon and time for lunch.

After the first bite of fried rice was put into their mouths, they couldn’t stop at all. The two guests wolfed down Wang Lin’s specially made golden fried rice!

Only then did Wang Lin feel that he seemed to have left not enough for his family, because after his aunt Hong Aidi finished eating, she glanced at the guests who were enjoying the delicious food, and then stared at Wang Lin eagerly, and her meaning was very clear: Is there any more?

Wang Lin took a look at what he had in his hand and shook his head vigorously. He still wanted to taste it!

My aunt could only pout angrily, but there was nothing she could do. It was her fault for eating too fast, and it was really late now. Besides, she was very full at dinner.

If she eats more, she will get fat! The poor aunt can only choose to abstain from food.

Hong Anguo and Hong Xiuqin both chewed slowly and savored the food, but she couldn't help herself and finished it in just a few bites.

Although everyone had tasted Wang Lin’s golden fried rice, they were still immersed in the fantasy of delicious food, and this time it lasted longer than any time Wang Lin had ever seen before. Most importantly, the two of them inexplicably shed tears of excitement and memories.

After tasting his own cooking, Wang Lin also fell into a food fantasy. He recalled all kinds of sweet and beautiful fragments from his two lives, some ordinary, some spectacular.

(Only by keeping your original aspiration in mind can you achieve your goal.) Wang Lin slowly opened his eyes. This was his special egg fried rice!

"...I never thought that cooking could be done this way!" The man also woke up and said with emotion: "This is what I have always been pursuing! Truly delicious food! Containing true feelings!"

"If you just improve your cooking skills and cook for the sake of cooking, the food you make will be emotionless! A true love for cooking is equally important! Even if you become the most powerful royal chef, what good is it? In the end, you are just a wooden chef without emotions!"

After saying this, the drunken man completely sobered up, took Wang Lin’s hand gratefully and said, “Little Shopkeeper! Thank you so much this time! You helped me find what I’ve been looking for!”

"It turns out that ever since Grandpa was captured by the imperial court, I have lost the heart to be a qualified chef! I only thought about how to save Grandpa! I took the wrong path! Cooking is not a tool! It is not something that only the rich and powerful are qualified to enjoy!"

"The king regards the people as his first priority, and the people regard food as their first priority! I shouldn't continue to be a useless chef in a muddle-headed way! I alone can't save Grandpa! I can't save the world either!"

Seeing the man suddenly become angry, Wang Lin was dumbfounded. It was just a dish! How did you figure out so many things? Why didn't I figure it out?

Times have changed. At this time, the man in front of him is Hong Fugui. Of course, many people may know his other name, the divine chef Xiao Fugui.

At this time, Xiao Fugui had just resigned from his position as imperial chef, left the court, and found Little Feidie. He was going through the most confused period.

Even though he achieved the highest achievement as a chef, obtained eighteen golden kitchen utensils, and became the chief imperial chef, he was unable to save his grandfather. He didn't know what to do next with him and the little flying saucer.

And now, Wang Lin's fried rice, which was full of culinary talent, made little Fugui suddenly realize!

The chef can't save the people of Daxia!

Bah! No! He wants to change the status of chefs! He wants everyone in the world! No one has to be like him! He can’t save his grandfather!

Little Feidie's eyes were full of Xiao Fugui, and a smile of relief and pride appeared on her face. This was the Xiao Fugui she knew! The decadent boy who was immersed in the regret of his grandfather's death was gone forever!

Then, Xiao Fugui took Wang Lin's hand and put a book that looked very shabby but was well preserved into Wang Lin's hand.

"Young shopkeeper, I can see that you have only just reached the level of a tiger-level chef. I am not very talented, but this cooking notebook records the various methods of cooking Hong family dishes, as well as some of my personal insights into cooking and cuisine! I hope it can help you, young shopkeeper!"

The old man Hong Anguo's eyes almost popped out! Because he didn't even have the secret book! His Hong family dishes were all taught to him by his father!

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