Chapter 144 The Third Person

The reason why Fang He's skills have been honed to such a high level is due to the guidance of his master.

The chef of Shangping Restaurant is a very strict person when it comes to cooking skills. He is very strict with himself, his apprentices, and even the waiters in the restaurant.

The chef of Shang Ping Restaurant has always believed that there are no stupid people, only lazy people. The lack of skills can be made up by a lot of hard practice.

The chef of Shang Ping Restaurant is like this himself, who has honed all his skills to an almost equal degree, with no particular strengths nor weaknesses.

Fang He respects his master very much, and respects his master's strictness in cooking skills and in himself.

Fang He knew in his heart that his master had put in hundreds and thousands of times more effort than he did.

Therefore, no matter how hard the daily practice was, Fang He never complained or expressed any dissatisfaction.

But gradually, as he grew older, Fang He gradually realized that the road ahead was getting narrower and narrower.

He didn't know how to break through, and just subconsciously followed his master's teachings, thinking that he was not working hard enough.

So we have to redouble our efforts.

While preparing the dishes, Fang He put all his energy into them. As he tried his best to satisfy the word "excellent taste", some indescribable feelings arose in his heart.

It was this realization that made him choose to give up originality and instead develop his strengths.

At this moment, Chef Long Hongze's words completely woke him up and explained the unclear path to him in detail.

The high wall that once stood before him and was impossible to cross no matter how hard he tried, is now like a thin layer of window paper that can be penetrated with just a slight poke.

This shows the importance of a good master.

Although Hong Ze was not his master, his words were like a new beginning for Fang He.

Fang He immediately knelt on one knee and bowed solemnly to Hong Ze, saying with gratitude: "Thank you, Chef Long, for your guidance! I will never forget this kindness!"

Hongze smiled cheerfully and said, "No need to be polite. Just remember what I said. As for gratitude, I am an old man and I have nothing to pursue in the world. If you want to repay me, then work hard to climb to the pinnacle of culinary skills."

Fang He answered firmly: "Yes! Fang He will definitely not slack off and will definitely keep climbing towards the pinnacle of culinary skills!"

Hong Ze's previous remarks not only benefited Fang He a lot, but also Xu Qing, Jiang Cheng and Li Weiran who were standing by.

Not only them, but even Lei Hua and Yao Ye, who have been famous for many years, felt as if their eyes were suddenly opened after hearing these words. Some key points that were previously unclear became clear at this moment.

After all, this is Chef Long’s experience.

It is not easy to meet Chef Long on a normal day, let alone get Chef Long to talk about his past experiences and give advice.

This is something you can’t ask for!
Every word of Chef Long's words is worth a thousand gold.

Lei Hua and Yao Ye looked at Hong Ze with gratitude.

Especially Yao Ye, he has been exploring the path of becoming a top chef for a long time, but he still can't find the direction to move forward.

Now after hearing what Chef Long said, Yao Ye suddenly saw a smooth road leading to Chef Long.

At this moment, he was filled with gratitude beyond words.

Lei Hua asked, "Master Chef Long, what is the result of the evaluation of Fang He's dish?"

Hongze said: "The result is unqualified. Fang He, remember this failure. Let it guide you in the direction of progress."

"Yes, Chef Long!" Fang He replied respectfully.

Another failure.

However, in stark contrast to Chen Yu's previous distraught expression, Fang He's face was filled with joy and determination, with passion surging through his body. He wished he could run back home immediately to start new training.

When Fang He left, he walked with the wind and seemed to be almost jumping for joy.

His jubilant look made the guards on the side couldn't help but look at him sideways. They had never seen anyone so happy after getting a "failed" result. Those who didn't know would think that he had passed the test successfully.

The side door of the examination room slowly closed.

At this moment, there are only three candidates left in the field.

Xu Qing, Jiang Cheng, and Li Weiran.

The results of the first two dishes were both unsatisfactory. Logically speaking, this should have been a heavy blow to the remaining three people.

However, there was no pessimism or negativity on the faces of the three people, and they all looked eager to try.

Lei Hua said, "So, who will serve the next dish first?"

Jiang Cheng and Li Weiran took a step forward at the same time and said in unison: "I'll do it!"

After that, the two looked at each other, with fire flashing in their eyes, and neither of them wanted to give in.

Suddenly, Li Weiran chuckled and said, "We are really destined to be together. We raised our hands at the same time during the first test, and the same thing happened during the second test. It's just that the examiner chose you first during the first test. Let me go first this time."

After hearing what Li Weiran said, Jiang Chengcai remembered that it seemed to be true.

So he nodded and said, "Okay, I'll give it to you."

Li Weiran didn't expect him to really give up the opportunity, and asked in surprise: "Aren't you afraid that I will snatch the winner's spot first?"

Jiang Cheng smiled calmly and said, "The winner's spot belongs to me, just try not to lose too badly."

Hearing Jiang Cheng's provocative words, Li Weiran was not angry, nor did he bother to argue with him.

Victory cannot be achieved by words; it ultimately depends on the work done.

Li Weiran cupped his hands and said, "Three examiners, let me serve the dishes first."

Lei Hua nodded and said, "Okay."

Li Weiran brought over an earthenware jar with the lid tightly closed, locking all the flavors in the jar.

As Li Weiran slowly opened the lid, a complex aroma of wine spread out. It was mellow, rich and sweet, as if it was blowing in from the very distant past, carrying a heavy taste precipitated by the years, which made people take a deep breath unconsciously.

The aroma of wine flows into the mouth and nose, and the slightly tipsy feeling interweaves a hazy and wonderful world. It carries the fragrance of grain, as if it blows through the wheat fields in early autumn, picking up the golden wheat and putting it in. It also carries a light fruity aroma, which is the sweet taste that naturally arises after a long fermentation, fresh and pleasant.

It is soft and sweet, and has shed its immaturity and arrogance through the passage of time, leaving its stimulating spicy taste to the years, which disappears with time.

What finally settles down is calmness and softness, but the passion and enthusiasm do not fade away with the passage of time. Instead, they are hidden beneath its calm appearance and deep in its soft taste.

Without warning, it will suddenly leap out and melt the passion into the blood. It surges with the blood, allowing people to fully feel the passion that has lasted through the years, making people unconsciously feel their hearts surge and their blood boil.

(End of this chapter)