Chapter 300

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Protagonist:

Lu Feng

Fang Shiming felt that his daughter must often eat at high-end restaurants, having grown accustomed to the flavors of high-end restaurants, and had unintentionally gone to some small restaurant, finding it a bit fresh.

As for those roadside small shops like on Food Street, he hadn't eaten few of them when he was young either.

But to say that kind of small restaurant cooks better than high-end restaurants, he felt it wasn't too possible.

At most, the taste is just a bit more home-style.

"For real? I heard the chef named Cheng Fan who came today, he's the personal disciple of State Banquet Chef Qi Yunfeng! Do you know what status Chef Qi has in the catering world? He's personally manned the spoon at state banquets entertaining foreign guests multiple times; the disciples he teaches naturally wouldn't be low level."

Fang Shiming's tone carried a few points of disdain for Lu Feng: "And Cheng Fan is currently the Head Chef at Jiangcheng's Hong'an Restaurant; these two people can be said to be worlds apart. The chef you invited from a small restaurant, can what he cooks be even better than Cheng Fan?"

He paused, then continued with some emotion: "Besides, your mom's Red Braised Pork flavor from before, probably no chef could make it; let alone him, even the most formidable chef, what they make wouldn't be her flavor."

"Dad, what are you saying."

Fang Yuan saw he still didn't believe her, her eyes gaining a few points of seriousness: "Then let me ask you, was my mom a professional chef?"

Fang Shiming was stunned, silent for two seconds, then slowly shook his head: "Of course not; your mom was a middle school teacher before, only slowly learning to cook herself after marrying me."

"Then you say, Mom's Red Braised Pork, do you think it's delicious?"

Fang Yuan's voice softened considerably, a trace of nostalgia flashing in her eyes.

"That's for sure!"

Fang Shiming didn't hesitate in the slightest, tone extremely affirmative: "Your mom's Red Braised Pork is the most delicious Red Braised Pork in the whole world!"

"Then that settles it?"

Fang Yuan couldn't help but smile: "My mom wasn't even a professional chef, yet you still think her cooking is the most delicious; so whether a person's cooking is good or not doesn't have too big a relationship with whether they're in a high-end hotel or a small restaurant."

Fang Shiming opened his mouth, but didn't know how to refute.

The flavor of the Red Braised Pork his wife made before, even though she had passed away over ten years ago, still made him unable to forget.

Every time he returned from a business trip out of town, what he looked forward to most was eating a meal of Red Braised Pork personally made by his wife.

This thing Red Braised Pork, he hadn't eaten little of outside either.

But no matter how high-end the hotel, no matter how excellent the chef's culinary skill, none could replicate that flavor his wife made before that made him feel at ease.

But his own wife absolutely wasn't some professional chef.

But the Red Braised Pork she made was just delicious, extremely suiting his appetite.

"Dad, in my view, the more professional a person is, the more cookie-cutter what they make is."

Fang Yuan recalled the excitement when she first tasted Red Braised Pork at Lu Feng's restaurant before, a smile appearing on her face: "As the saying goes, high hands are among the common people; although you don't look favorably on this Boss Lu, his culinary skill, I've tasted several times already. If you don't believe it, wait a moment and you'll know once you taste."

Fang Shiming didn't speak, but his eyes also flashed a few points of anticipation.

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On the other side, in the kitchen.

After Fang Yuan left, only Lu Feng and Cheng Fan remained in the spacious kitchen.

The originally peaceful space seemed to instantly begin permeating with a whiff of gunpowder.

The source of this was naturally from Cheng Fan.

Right now he had his arms crossed, staring at Lu Feng's back, brows tightly furrowed.

Lu Feng, however, didn't pay attention to Cheng Fan behind him; right now he was wholeheartedly doing the preparation work for making Red Braised Pork.

"Boss Lu, is Red Braised Pork actually your most specialty dish?"

Cheng Fan asked in a muffled, sullen voice.

"Your memory is really bad enough."

Lu Feng didn't even bother to turn his head, while busy with the matters at hand, he faintly replied: "Didn't I tell you last time? Red Braised Pork is just one of my specialty dishes."

Lu Feng's voice carried no emotion, but falling into Cheng Fan's ears, it made his anger surge up.

He naturally remembered that scene at Hong'an Restaurant that day.

Lu Feng only tasted one piece of his Red Braised Pork, and in the end faintly said the flavor was ordinary.

He also said he could make Red Braised Pork too, and it was merely one of his specialty dishes.

Cheng Fan only thought Lu Feng was bragging, deliberately angering him.

But now asking again, his answer was still a clouds-light-wind-gentle appearance, however perfunctory it could be.

This is too not putting him, a State Banquet Chef's disciple, in his eyes, right?

Just a person running a small restaurant, what's there to be arrogant about?

"Boss Lu, are you looking down on me?"

Cheng Fan forcefully suppressed the anger in his heart, walked to Lu Feng's side and said loudly: "Today coincidentally running into you making Red Braised Pork here, why not take this opportunity, let's have a compare? See whose Red Braised Pork is more delicious, how about it?"

Lu Feng slowly turned around, looked at Cheng Fan a bit helplessly: "They invited you here today to let you cook, right? If you're idle with nothing to do, you can go out for a walk; when I cook, I don't like people wandering around randomly at the side."

"Boss Lu, you still don't dare compete with me?"

Cheng Fan coldly laughed: "Is it because you know you can't compare to me, so you're deliberately finding an excuse?"

"If you think that way, then I have no way."

Lu Feng's hand movements still didn't stop, just helplessly shook his head.

Cheng Fan's nose was almost crooked with anger.

Seen stubborn ones, never seen this stubborn!

He'd already spoken to this extent, even used the agitation method, yet Lu Feng was actually still unmoved.

He suddenly recalled Li Hong'an's earlier evaluation of Lu Feng: Lu Feng was a stubborn person; once he didn't want to do something, no one's words would work.

Seeing it now, it was indeed true; Cheng Fan had truly seen it for himself.

Lu Feng really was stubborn enough.

"Fine, you don't want to compete, but I insist on competing with you!"

Cheng Fan gritted his teeth, stopped entangling himself with Lu Feng, turned around, and walked to the other side of the Kitchen.

Turning back to glance at Lu Feng once more, he began making Red Braised Pork without yielding.

When their Red Braised Pork was done later, let others Taste it, and then it would be clear whose was more Delicious.

Lu Feng, just you wait.

Soon you'll know that my Cheng Fan's Skill is stronger than yours!

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Half an hour later.

A rich Meat Fragrance drifted from the Kitchen to the Living Room.

Fang Shiming smelled this Fragrance first, and his originally furrowed brows gradually relaxed.

He Sniffed hard with his nose, suddenly sat up straight, and instinctively cast his gaze toward the direction the Fragrance came from.

"This Taste... so familiar!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he was suddenly Stunned.