Chapter 374 Unwilling
"Better? Him?"

Han Jiang pointed at Amu and questioned angrily.

"That's right. Han Jiang, don't underestimate this young man. His strength is beyond your and my imagination."

Dong Fang is not the kind of person who brags. To be praised so highly by him, it seems that this kid does have some outstanding qualities.

After hearing what Dong Fang said, Han Jiang looked at Amu for the first time.

However, Han Jiang still couldn't accept that his decades of hard work and dedication were easily surpassed by a child.

Han Jiang looked at the old man who had been silent all the time and said, "Old sir, it seems that you haven't expressed your opinion yet."

Dong Fang and Master Abei also turned their heads to look at him. Indeed, they were also wondering why the old man hadn't spoken yet?
Although no matter who the old man chooses, it will not change the result, Han Jiang still holds the idea that it would be good if there is even one person who would support him.

At the very least, this shows that he has not failed miserably.

"My opinion? Do you really want to hear it?"

The old man didn't say it explicitly, but kept it a secret.

Everyone nodded in unison, and Amu was also very curious about whose dish the old man would choose.

The old man said, "Then my opinion is that both of you have lost. There is no winner in this cooking duel."

Dong Fang couldn't help but say, "Old man, how can two people lose? That means it's a draw."

The old man said, "A draw is a draw because you can't tell who's the winner. That's why it's called a draw. How can it be called a draw if both players lose? If you lose, you lose."

"You're making a point..."

"Is it far-fetched? You should have tasted the shortcomings of these two dishes. One has a strong flavor but no aftertaste. The other has a long aftertaste but a light flavor. With such obvious shortcomings, these two people are just the same. They are still far behind in terms of cooking skills."

"You're too harsh. Master Abei said that Han Jiang is a top-class chef. Amu, whose knife skills are better than Han Jiang's, must also be a top-class chef. Isn't two top-class chefs enough?"

"Master Abei said that because she is kind-hearted. According to my standards, she is not qualified."

Han Jiang was very dissatisfied and said, "May I ask, old sir, what kind of dishes are qualified?"

The old man said bluntly: "To be qualified, of course, it must have both a shocking taste and a long aftertaste, which can be as hot as fireworks and as long as a trickle of water."

Dong Fang said, "How could such a thing happen? Old sir, you are really a fantastic person. Who in the world can do this? Even Master Abei probably can't do it."

Chef Abei nodded slightly. The strong taste shock and the extremely impactful feeling were not her forte. She could make the dish better than Amu's, but the taste impact was still not as good as Han Jiang's dish.

Everything about Han Jiang's dish is designed to create a taste impact, but if everything is focused on the momentary taste impact, it is doomed to leave no aftertaste or lasting effect.

The impact of a moment and the lingering aftertaste are two things that are destined to be incompatible. It is like asking someone to run a marathon at the speed of a 100-meter sprint. How is it possible?

That's why Dong said bluntly that the old man was daydreaming.

The old man said, "Let's not talk about whether it can be done or not. Han Jiang, even if you knew that the winner of this duel was Amu, I'm afraid you wouldn't be convinced in your heart." "That's right."

Han Jiang said, "Old sir, I have been learning cooking since I was young, and I have never slacked off for decades. I have always wanted to be a top chef, to be at the top of the culinary world, to make more dishes that people will enjoy and appreciate, and that will make people feel happy. Now you say that my decades of hard work are not as good as a child of a few years old. How can I accept this?"

Dong Fang comforted him: "Han Jiang, a temporary failure does not mean that your decades of hard work have been in vain..."

Han Jiang said: "But this is true for me."

Dong Fang asked, "Don't you think you will never lose? Do you think like this every time you lose?"

"Of course I will lose. If I lose to a top chef like Chef Abei, I am willing to do so. I will not be unconvinced. I will only feel that my cooking skills are not good enough and I need to work harder to improve. But I am unwilling to lose to this kid."

Han Jiang said bluntly.

This made Dong Fang sigh, not knowing how to persuade him.

After all, if he were in Han Jiang's position, he probably wouldn't be able to accept this easily.

Master Abei said, "Han Jiang, A Mao, I hope you can taste each other's dishes. Some things, no matter how clearly we explain them, are not as good as your own feelings. You put everything you have into this dish, so let's get to know each other through the dishes."

A'mu and Han Jiang looked at each other, picked up their chopsticks, picked up each other's dishes and put them into their mouths.

Amu has always been very interested in Han Jiang's dishes. He wanted to know what these dishes that could give people a strong taste impact would taste like. He really wanted people to try them!
Amu couldn't help swallowing when he thought about it.

Han Jiang also wanted to see what made this kid better than himself. Even Dong Fang, who had originally stood on his side, praised Amu's dishes.

As soon as they took the food in their mouths, they were both stunned. The expressions on their faces changed rapidly and they both lost the ability to speak for a moment.

Han Jiang felt the chef's heart hidden in the dish, his wish for the diners to be happy. This feeling was integrated into every corner of the dish, and everything about this dish was created for this purpose.

This dish is not for winning, but for making people feel happy. Such a pure mood and taste can make people moved and intoxicated.

What’s even more impressive is the knife skills. The soul of fish-flavored pork shreds should be the fish-flavored sauce, which is a unique flavor that combines the four flavors of sour, sweet, salty and spicy. However, the taste of the fish-flavored sauce in A-Mao’s dish is relatively light, and the knife skills replace the fish-flavored sauce as the soul. It is an unimaginable knife skill that fully explores all the beauty of the ingredients.

This essential beauty that is revealed bit by bit from the inside of the food is like unravelling an ordinary veil, revealing countless shining points hidden within, and countless little happiness that gathers from the ordinary.

Without such knife skills, this dish would probably lose a lot of its luster.

It was not until this moment that Han Jiang understood why Dong Fang said that Amu's cooking skills were better than his. The reason was his knife skills.

In front of this knife skill, Han Jiang had to admit that he was indeed inferior.

I really don't know where this kid learned this knife skill at such a young age. Is it really a natural talent? Is this kid's talent really that great?
In addition to the knife skills, this dish also has its merits in other aspects.

Han Jiang recognized Amu's cooking skills, but he was unwilling to admit defeat.

Because the difference in strength between them was not that big, there was no situation where one side crushed the other. As the old man said, it was the same, whoever won or lost actually had a reason.

(End of this chapter)