Chapter 393 Self-doubt

Xu Qing swallowed the food in his mouth with difficulty, quickly picked up the water cup and drank three glasses of water, then he breathed a sigh of relief.

What a torture.

How could her palate, which had always been pampered and refined by his exquisite cooking skills, have never suffered such a torture?

If the taste buds are not pleasant, Xu Qing himself won't feel good either.

The numbness in my mouth and the strong smell of burnt food still linger in my mouth.

Once Xu Qing tasted a flavor, he could remember it clearly.

Now he also remembered the smell of burnt smoke clearly and could not forget it even if he wanted to.

Although it was not a pleasant taste, it was the taste he tasted after eliminating the influence of his extraordinary taste buds.

That’s a good start.

perhaps.

Ke Ling looked at Xu Qing's pale face and said worriedly, "Ah Qing, forget it. Don't try again."

Xu Qing shook his head and said, "No, go ahead."

Ke Ling looked at Master Abei for help. Master Abei shook his head slightly and said to Amu, "Amu, let's go. Didn't you say you wanted to learn how to cook from me?"

Amu hesitated. He thought what was happening here was more interesting. "But I want to watch it for a while longer..."

"Gone, gone."

Master Abe grabbed Amu's hand and dragged him out without saying a word.

Only Ke Ling and Xu Qing were left in the kitchen.

Xu Qing said: "Ke Ling, make another dish."

"I……"

Ke Ling said, "If I make a mistake, you should tell me in advance. Don't wait until the food is burnt like this time."

Xu Qing shook his head and said, "That's meaningless."

What he wants to eat is food that is not tasty. If he gives all the suggestions and the food is cooked deliciously later, wouldn’t it be a waste of effort?
"Then I won't do it. Find someone else to help you."

Ke Ling said angrily.

If she makes a fool of herself every time like she is doing now, she will feel like a fool.

What's more, she let Xu Qing watch her make a fool of herself, which is even more hateful!
"……All right."

Xu Qing sighed and said.

However, his help is limited. At most he can give a few suggestions and he can't help more than that.

With Xu Qing's help and advice, Ke Ling was able to cook much more smoothly.

There were no more embarrassing incidents like before, such as hot oil splashing everywhere or burning the dishes.

She was also able to fry the vegetables successfully.

However, cooking is something that still depends on talent.

Xu Qing would not teach her in detail, so most of the time Ke Ling still cooked based on her own feelings.

For example, small things like how much salt to put in a dish.

It didn't take long for Ke Ling to realize that her feelings were not so trustworthy.

The amount of salt in a dish is by no means a trivial matter.

Xu Qing put down his chopsticks again with a pale face, took the cup and drank the water silently.

Ke Ling also had an unpleasant look on her face, and her heart was filled with frustration.

For a chef, the most painful thing is that the dishes he makes are not recognized by others.

Even though Ke Ling’s cooking skills are not very good, she prepares every dish carefully and attentively.

The more she gave, the more painful she felt when she saw Xu Qing's uncomfortable face, and her eyes became slightly red.

Her mother also told her to cook with the intention of making Xu Qing like the dishes. She did as she was told, but she still couldn't do it.

She doesn't even like the dishes she cooks.

How could Xu Qing like it?

Although Xu Qing never complained, he ate every dish she cooked.

But when she saw Xu Qing's ugly face, she felt as if she was being pricked by needles.

How much she wanted to cook dishes that Xu Qing would like, and she really wanted to see Xu Qing's intoxicated expression on her face.

But she can't do it...

She shouldn't have gotten her hopes up in the first place.

If she had known, she should have refused at first.

Ke Ling thought to herself in despair, feeling deep pain and resentment for her own incompetence.

Xu Qing took a break. Although the dishes cooked by Ke Ling were still not tasty, his reaction was not as strong as the first few times. He gradually began to adapt. Besides the unpalatable ones, he could gradually taste other flavors and feel different feelings.

And his keen sense of taste was still on strike.

It’s not that he can’t taste anything, but his taste buds have become very slow.

It was almost like a stuck machine, it took a long time to move.

This is a good thing!

It seems that through this method, he can really get rid of the influence of talent, explore his own heart, and find the dish that he really likes.

That’s not enough, you need to taste more and try different types and methods of cooking!
Only by casting a wide net can you find the little fish that is hidden deep inside.

Xu Qing gathered himself and said, "Ke Ling, let's continue."

After Xu Qing finished speaking, he saw Ke Ling just sitting with her head down, without any response.

Xu Qing quickly asked: "Ke Ling, what's wrong? Are you tired? Let's take a rest first."

Cooking is a physical job. Ke Ling must be exhausted after making so many dishes.

Ke Ling was silent for a while, then whispered, "Ah Qing, can I really help you find the dish you like?"

Xu Qing replied, "Of course. Master is right. This method can really help me get rid of the influence of my talent and see my heart clearly. I feel like we are getting closer."

Although there was no sign of her at the moment, he couldn't possibly dampen Ke Ling's enthusiasm with such discouraging words.

Ke Ling raised her head and stared into his eyes. "I mean, can I help you? Can I really make the dishes you like? This is impossible, right?"

"Ke Ling..."

Ke Ling said impatiently, "Don't lie to me, and don't comfort me. Tell me the truth, Ah Qing. I'm telling you the truth in my heart. Do you really think I can make the dishes you like? Look at the dishes I made, which one is delicious? Even I can't eat it. How can I make the dishes you like if I can't make them? I don't have any talent in cooking. No matter how hard I try, no matter how hard I practice, it's still useless, useless, useless!"

"Ke Ling!"

Xu Qing squatted down and looked directly into her eyes. He saw pain and despair, self-abandonment and frustration in her eyes.

I also saw tears in her eyes.

"Ke Ling, do you want to hear my true feelings?"

Ke Ling nodded.

Xu Qing said bluntly: "To be honest, the dishes you cook are really not tasty."

Even though she was mentally prepared, when Ke Ling heard these words from Xu Qing, she still felt a sense of emptiness in her heart.

Before Ke Ling could feel uncomfortable for a few more seconds, Xu Qing continued, "Ke Ling, I have tasted too many delicious dishes. My own cooking skills are among the best. To be honest, there are probably not many people in this world who can cook better than me. Delicious food can indeed make people feel happy, satisfy people, and make people fall deeply in love with it. But pure deliciousness will lead me to a path I don't want to take, and make me become someone I don't want to be."

"Ke Ling, delicious food is not the only thing that can bring happiness to people. Especially for me now, I am looking for happiness that can be obtained without delicious food. And back to your original question, my answer is that I believe you can cook the dishes I like."

Ke Ling looked at him in a daze, "Why? Why do you trust me so much?"

Xu Qing said, "Because you are very serious about making every dish, and you really want to make dishes that I like. Ke Ling, that's enough."

(End of this chapter)