Chapter 44 Three Similarities
Wen Shizhang saw that only three dishes were served, placed in the middle of the wide round table, leaving the sides of the table empty.

In the past, Chang Lin’s dishes would fill up the entire table and look beautiful.

Today there are only three lonely dishes.

He couldn't help feeling a little disappointed.

"Only three courses, young sir?"

Chang Lin sneered and looked at Xu Qing with disdain.

Xu Qing replied: "To answer your question, sir, there are indeed only three dishes."

Chang Lin immediately responded, "Sir, I told him long ago that you must have at least ten dishes for every meal. He knew this, but in the end he only served three dishes, which shows that he has no respect for you. You don't have to eat the dishes made by such people."

Xu Qing glanced at him. You're confusing right and wrong, right? You also called what you said a few minutes ago "morning"?
Wen Shizhang was originally a little disappointed that Xu Qing only served three dishes. After hearing what Chang Lin said, he felt a little angry again.

Although Wen Shizhang did not show it on his face, Xu Qing had a sharp eye and he could tell his emotions from Wen Shizhang's subconscious movements.

Xu Qing sighed inwardly. After all, people are divided into close and distant relatives. He was a newcomer and looked like a teenager. How could he be compared with Chang Lin, who had been with Wen Shizhang for many years?

Naturally, Chang Lin's words carried much more weight than his.

If Xu Qing was eloquent, he might be able to compete with Chang Lin in words and at the same time save Wen Shizhang's opinion of him.

However, Xu Qing has never been good at arguing with others. This has been the case in his past and present lives. He is very clumsy in speaking.

In his opinion, arguing with others is a waste of time and in the end no one can convince anyone else.

Words are very powerful. One person's words can confuse right and wrong, call a horse a zebra, and make people believe it without a doubt. But words are just words and can never replace facts.

Facts speak louder than words, this statement is true everywhere.

Xu Qing didn't say a word, but turned around and signaled the maid to open the lid of the dinner.

The three maids opened the lid together, and the steaming hot air spread. The tempting fragrance instantly penetrated into the nose, making people unable to help but close their eyes, focus all their attention on the sense of smell, and then take a deep breath, almost wanting to contain all the fragrance in their lungs.

The aroma instantly arouses appetite, making people salivate and look forward to the taste of the food.

Wen Shizhang's anger subsided a little.

As soon as Chang Lin smelled the fragrance, his face suddenly changed drastically and became extremely ugly.

The aroma is lingering in the air, and the flavors are blended together to perfection.

Even if he were to make it himself and give it 100% of his strength, the final taste would be the same.

Only then did he realize that what the two people had said before was true, and what Wen Shizhang had said was also true.

The kid in front of me actually has such terrifying strength.

Wen Shizhang said he was only twelve years old, twelve years old!

At only twelve years old, she could match his cooking skills which he had honed through decades of hard work.

He has endured so much hardship and fatigue to achieve what he has today. When he was poor, he went to study but was looked down upon. He almost stayed up all night to hone his skills. He traveled across mountains and rivers and all over the world just to improve his skills.

Finally, by chance, he entered the dark cuisine world. However, the training methods in the dark cuisine world are more cruel and more intense. He almost survived a near-death experience to achieve today's results.

However, this kid... this kid... this kid easily got what he had worked so hard to get!

And he was only twelve!
If he has such skills at the age of twelve, how far will he grow in the future?
Chang Lin didn’t know, but that was definitely a realm that he dared not even imagine.

Intense jealousy burned fiercely in his heart, making him anxious and irritable, his eyes red, and his hands and even his whole body trembling constantly.

Chang Lin's neck and face were all red as blood, as if all the blood in his body had gathered together and was about to burst out of his skin.

There was only one thought in his mind.

We can't let this kid live!

Every time this kid breathed in this world, Chang Lin felt as if his whole body was being pricked by needles. He felt restless and as if someone was strangling his throat, making it difficult for him to breathe.

Only when he knew that he was dead could Chang Lin breathe a sigh of relief and feel at peace.

The steam gradually dissipated, revealing the true appearance of the three bowls of noodle soup.

Wen Shizhang took a closer look and was surprised to find that the three bowls of noodles were exactly the same, even the side dishes were similar.

These are not three dishes at all, they are clearly one dish divided into three portions!
Wen Shizhang was originally feeling some anger in his heart, but when he saw this scene, all his anger disappeared in fear, and the only thing he could think of was "absurd".

It can't be that it's divided into three portions because there are three people eating it, right?

Wen Shizhang counted in his mind: he, Chang Lin, and Xu Qing, exactly three people.

No way……

Even if you were being perfunctory, you wouldn't just satisfy him with one dish, right?
When Chang Lin saw this scene, he couldn't help but burst into laughter, and his laughter was extremely harsh and unpleasant.

He laughed for a long time, until he was out of breath, laughed until he got a stitch in the side, laughed until tears came out of the corners of his eyes, laughed until his stomach and cheeks hurt.

Chang Lin barely stopped laughing and said breathlessly: "Boy, you only made one dish... and served it in three portions, pretending it was three dishes... You really are..."

Chang Lin suddenly felt much more comfortable. If this kid dared to do this, he would definitely anger the governor. Then he could just instigate others or accuse him of a crime and put him directly in jail. From now on, he would have to spend the rest of his life in a dark cell.

Who would have known that such a genius existed in the world?

Xu Qing bowed and said, "Master Wen, this is not one dish divided into three portions, but three completely different dishes that are only similar in appearance. I call it three identical noodles."

Before Xu Qing finished speaking, Chang Lin immediately said, "Sir, don't listen to this kid's nonsense! These are clearly three identical dishes! This kid dared to deceive the governor, which is an unforgivable crime! Sir, you should punish him immediately!"

Wen Shizhang looked at Chang Lin in surprise. In his impression, Chang Lin had always been very gentle and rarely acted so fiercely.

Moreover, the implicit commanding tone in his words made Wen Shizhang feel very uncomfortable.

This discomfort was like a thorn in his heart, making him subconsciously want to go against Chang Lin. The three dishes in front of him that he originally disliked now seemed pleasing to him.

Wen Shizhang laughed and said, "Mr. Chang, since the young master said so, let's try it. Maybe there will be unexpected surprises."

Xu Qing handed over the bowl and chopsticks, gently pushed the soup noodles next to him forward, and said, "Please, sir."

Wen Shizhang took the bowl and chopsticks, then lowered his head to look at them carefully. The three bowls of noodles were indeed exactly the same. The shape, color and even quantity of the noodles were exactly the same.

Are these really three different bowls of noodles?
Wen Shizhang hesitantly stretched out his chopsticks, picked up a handful of noodles and put them into the bowl.

(End of this chapter)