Chapter 299: You're Told to Open a Restaurant, But You Operate at 3 AM

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Protagonist:

Lu Feng

Cheng Fan arrived at Fang Yuan's house early this morning and immediately started busily processing ingredients in the kitchen.

Right now he was intently washing the black pork he had brought over from the restaurant.

This black pork was premium meat he had specially asked his senior brother in Jingcheng to air-freight over last time.

Originally he was saving it for when he competed culinary skills with Lu Feng.

However, Li Hong'an had instructed him that the person asking him to cook this time was no ordinary person, and he absolutely had to bring out his best level.

For this reason, he still took it quite seriously.

Just as he was preparing to put the cut meat pieces into the pot to blanch, he suddenly heard Fang Yuan's voice coming from outside the kitchen door.

Cheng Fan's movements paused for a moment, and his brows furrowed subconsciously.

Today, isn't he the only chef for the birthday banquet?

How come there's suddenly another person at this moment?

He straightened his waist and looked toward the kitchen doorway; that person walked in carrying a food ingredient box.

Cheng Fan saw the comer's appearance clearly, his eyes widened sharply, and the knife in his hand nearly slipped from his grip.

Holy shit?

What situation is this?

How could the person who came be Lu Feng?

How could the Fang family invite him over?

Yesterday he was still at Hong'an Restaurant making bold claims to Li Hong'an that he would definitely compete culinary skills with Lu Feng, to let him witness the prowess of a State Banquet Chef Disciple.

As a result, today Lu Feng actually appeared here.

"Lu Feng? What are you doing here?"

Cheng Fan walked over quickly, his tone full of incredulous questioning.

Today he himself was the chef invited by the Fang family for the birthday banquet; Lu Feng appearing here at this time was no good thing for him.

While speaking, he deliberately emphasized the two words "here" with added weight in his tone.

It was a reminder to the other party that right now this kitchen was his, Cheng Fan's, territory.

Lu Feng did not speak; Fang Yuan, standing behind him, stepped into the kitchen and said in a flat tone: "Master Chef Cheng, Lu Boss is someone I specially invited to make Red Braised Pork."

"Make Red Braised Pork?"

Cheng Fan first froze for a moment, then his face darkened.

The surprise he originally felt upon seeing Lu Feng was instantly replaced by the anger in his heart at this moment.

Red Braised Pork was his most mastered signature dish.

Back when he learned this dish from his master, he had put in no small amount of hard work.

Yesterday when Li Hong'an spoke to him, he had also specially instructed him.

Today at this birthday banquet, he must make the best Red Braised Pork.

Because the host of today's banquet, Fang Shiming, loved eating Red Braised Pork the most in the past.

For the sake of making this Red Braised Pork, he had specially brought the best ingredients.

Yet Fang Yuan was now saying she invited Lu Feng over specifically to make Red Braised Pork?

What does this mean?

Is it saying that the Red Braised Pork he, Cheng Fan, makes cannot compare to Lu Feng's?

Or is it simply that she doesn't trust his culinary skill at all?

For Cheng Fan, you can not invite me, but you cannot invite me over and then humiliate me like this.

What's more, that person is still Lu Feng, whom he has always regarded as a rival.

"Miss Fang, what do you mean by this?"

Cheng Fan forcibly suppressed the fire in his heart, his tone carrying a few parts questioning: "Today the chef for this birthday banquet is me, right? When I came over today, you never said there would be anyone else!"

Hearing Cheng Fan's questioning, Fang Yuan raised her brows slightly, a trace of surprise flashing in her eyes.

She hadn't expected that this chef invited by the company secretary would actually use such a tone to speak to her.

In her view, this Cheng Fan was merely a chef invited to cook according to procedure.

Her, the employer, inviting someone else to make a Red Braised Pork — does she still need to seek the opinion of you, this chef?

This person is a bit too arrogant, isn't he?

However, as the Fang family's Young Miss,

the President of Fang Clan.

She had seen plenty of people more arrogant than Cheng Fan in her daily life; she didn't put Cheng Fan in her eyes at all.

For Cheng Fan's questioning, she did not get angry, merely saying faintly: "Lu Boss's Red Braised Pork has the taste I want."

Cheng Fan froze; he had originally wanted to argue further.

But Fang Yuan's sentence "has the taste I want" left him speechless.

He recalled words his master had once said to him.

The taste diners want does not lie in whether the chef's skill is good or bad, but in whether it suits their heart's desire.

This principle Cheng Fan also understood.

【61】 But his heart was still somewhat unwilling.

"You think the Red Braised Pork I make isn't as good as Lu Feng's, right?"

"Today happens to be a good opportunity to let you all see for yourselves — ultimately, whose Red Braised Pork is more Delicious, his or Lu Feng's!"

Meanwhile, Lu Feng, from the moment he entered the Kitchen until now.

Apart from a trace of Jing Wai flashing through his eyes when he first saw Cheng Fan, he never paid any more attention to the dispute over here; Cheng Fan's voice might as well have been unheard by him.

Right now he began to busy himself on his own, Preparing to make Red Braised Pork.

To him, coming here today was just to make one portion of Red Braised Pork, then leave after finishing.

As for Cheng Fan's Dissatisfaction, and Fang Yuan and Fang Shiming's attitudes, none of them were things he needed to consider.

He absolutely didn't want to waste too much time here.

After making the Red Braised Pork, he still wanted to return to the Villa early to rest.

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In the Villa's Living Room, Fang Shiming put down his Mobile Phone, looking at Fang Yuan who had just walked back from the Kitchen, his brows furrowing slightly.

"Yuan Yuan, didn't you already hire a Chef today? Why did you find another one? There aren't Not Many people coming to eat at home today, is there a need to hire two Chefs?"

Fang Shiming's gaze fell on his daughter, his Tone carrying some Ze Mon as he spoke.

Fang Yuan walked to the sofa and Sat Down, smiling: "Dad, don't rush to blame me first, this Lu Boss I invited is different from other Chefs."

"How so, did he grow three heads and six arms?"

Fang Shiming laughed and Shook His Head, Tiao Jian a sentence.

"Not that, but the Red Braised Pork he makes, the Taste/Flavor will Definitely shock you, exactly the same Taste/Flavor as Mom used to make!"

Fang Yuan didn't beat around the bush either, directly telling her father.

Hearing his daughter say this, Fang Shiming's whole body shook.

But immediately after his expression returned to normal.

His daughter's words were a bit exaggerated, he just took it as her coaxing him to be happy.

After all, in his Impression, being able to make Red Braised Pork with the Taste/Flavor of his deceased wife — that was an Absolutely impossible thing.

Fang Shiming leaned back on the sofa, his Tone Full Of disbelief: "Is it really that miraculous? Where did you find this person?"

"Right at the Lu Family Restaurant on Food Street, I discovered it by chance a while ago."

Fang Yuan smiled and answered.

"Xiao Can Guan?"

Hearing that Lu Feng runs a Xiao Can Guan, Fang Shiming's Tone was even more disbelieving: "How good can the stuff made in a Xiao Can Guan be? You should go to those kinds of places less in the future too."

"Dad, whether it's good or not you'll know when you Taste it in a bit, but I dare Definitely say, it's better than that Chef Cheng."

Fang Yuan lifted her chin unconvinced, standing up for Lu Feng.

After all, she had gone to Taste Lu Feng's Skill many times.