Chapter 343: Let You Open a Food Shop, You Open at Three in the Morning

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Protagonist:

Lu Feng

Cheng Fan actually said that the Red Braised Pork made by that chef named Lu Feng was even better than what his own master made, and this time he was completely convinced!

Qi Yunfeng knew Cheng Fan's temperament too well.

His disciple was proud and arrogant; apart from his own master, he had never submitted to anyone.

Now being able to make him say such words of complete conviction was something that had never happened before.

Is the culinary skill of this chef named Lu Feng really that good?

Better than the Red Braised Pork he makes himself?

Just how good is it?

After hanging up the phone, Qi Yunfeng developed a strong interest in this Lu Feng from Cheng Fan's mouth.

Although he had retired these past few years and didn't go on long trips much anymore.

But this time he really couldn't suppress the curiosity in his heart, so the next day he took a plane to Jiangcheng.

The two of them had only arrived at Food Street last night, but they missed Lu Feng's shop's business hours.

Cheng Fan asked several passing diners, and after inquiring, he learned that Lu Feng only started business at one o'clock every afternoon this week, and only operated for two hours each day.

Qi Yunfeng listened from the side, and couldn't help but feel curious in his heart.

He had been a chef for a lifetime, and such rules didn't seem strange to him.

Those who dare to set such rules either have such poor skills that no one comes, or such good skills that they don't need to worry about customers.

From the passerby's tone, it could be heard that Lu Feng obviously belonged to the latter.

But to have such confidence, he must have at least twenty or thirty years of culinary skill backing him.

Lu Feng, a young chef a few years younger than Cheng Fan, had no reputation in the culinary world.

Where did this kind of confidence come from?

Carrying curiosity about Lu Feng, Qi Yunfeng appeared at Food Street right on time when Lu Feng was open for business today.

Cheng Fan followed behind Qi Yunfeng, and the two walked to a place not far from the entrance of Lu Family Restaurant.

Looking at the scene of diners queuing at the entrance, Qi Yunfeng couldn't help but be somewhat surprised.

The queue extended from inside the restaurant all the way to the end of Food Street; a rough look showed at least over a hundred people in line.

Such a bustling scene appearing in a small restaurant was indeed rare.

Cheng Fan frowned, looked toward the end of the queue, and only felt a sour taste in his heart.

During the time he was Head Chef at Hong'an Restaurant, although there weren't few customers.

But there had never been as many people as at Lu Feng's place.

Cheng Fan looked at the endless queue, then looked at the white hair on his master's head, and quietly suggested in his master's ear: "Master, look at this queue, and the weather is so hot today, why don't we sit at that teahouse at the street corner and wait a while, and come over when there are fewer people?"

Qi Yunfeng stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze sweeping over the expectant faces of the diners in the queue, and slowly shook his head: "No need, we'll go queue too."

"You want to queue too?"

A surprised expression appeared on Cheng Fan's face, and he said somewhat anxiously: "Master, you are a State Banquet Master! How can you queue together with these ordinary people? You wait here for me, I'll go in and tell Lu Feng, if he knows you've come, he will definitely personally come out to receive you!"

Saying this, he turned around and was about to walk toward the entrance of Lu Feng's shop.

In his view, his master was a master-level figure renowned both domestically and internationally.

How could he let him queue like ordinary diners under the sun?

If his senior brothers and sisters found out, wouldn't they scold him, this disciple, for not knowing how to handle things?

"Come back!"

Qi Yunfeng's complexion sank instantly; on his originally plain face, there was now a shocking severity: "What's wrong with being a State Banquet Master? Does being a State Banquet Master mean being superior to ordinary people? Does it mean getting special treatment?"

Cheng Fan was subdued by his aura; the foot he had just stepped out stopped instantly, and he subconsciously shrank his neck.

He obediently walked back to stand behind his master, keeping his head down, not daring to look at his master's stern gaze, not daring to say a word.

"Cheng Fan, you must remember this for me!"

Qi Yunfeng's voice sank a few more degrees: "These four words 'State Banquet Master' are an honor I earned from the age of twenty, simmering in the kitchen for over forty years, through my culinary skill, not capital for you to show off!"

"If I ever hear you mentioning these four words to others to show off again, then don't return to Jingcheng, and don't recognize me as your master anymore; I can't afford to lose this person!"

Facing Qi Yunfeng's stern reprimand, Cheng Fan didn't dare to breathe loudly, and quickly nodded in agreement: "I know, Master, I will never say these four words again."

In front of the public, Qi Yunfeng couldn't get too angry.

If he were at home in Jingcheng, he would have already scolded Cheng Fan thoroughly and made him stand as punishment in the courtyard.

Qi Yunfeng's temper wasn't very good, especially toward his disciple, where he was strict to an outrageous degree.

None of his disciples had escaped being scolded by him.

Therefore, even the proud and arrogant Cheng Fan could only be meek and obedient in front of him.

But this was after all outside, with many people watching around, so he still had to give the junior some face.

He looked at Cheng Fan's head-down, ashamed appearance, and the anger in his heart subsided somewhat.

"Let's go, honestly come with me to queue!"

Qi Yunfeng glared at Cheng Fan, turned around, and walked toward the end of the queue.

Cheng Fan hurriedly followed, looking at his master's somewhat hunched back, feeling very uncomfortable in his heart.

His master was almost seventy this year; at his old age, he should be spending his days leisurely in Jingcheng, enjoying his twilight years.

But now, for his own matters, he still had to queue under the sun.

With this queue of over a hundred people outside Lu Feng's Shop, who knows when we'd finally get in?

We might not even reach the shop before Lu Feng closes for the day.

Although Master's constitution is still quite robust, he ultimately can't compare to his younger years.

After all this trouble, how could his body take it?

"Master, look at how long this line is. I'm worried your body won't be able to handle it……"

Cheng Fan wore a shamefaced expression as he reached out to support Qi Yunfeng's arm, speaking softly.

"I haven't reached the age where I can't stand steady."

Qi Yunfeng waved his hand, glanced at Cheng Fan, and the sternness on his face eased somewhat.

He also knew that Cheng Fan was only looking out for his health.

But that title of State Banquet Master is others' affirmation of his culinary skill.

It is not a reason for him to seek special privileges.

Moreover, even to this day, after winning countless awards, Qi Yunfeng himself dare not claim he has already stood at the pinnacle of the chef world.

Live to old age, learn to old age.

In the chef profession, no one can say their culinary skill is unrivaled under heaven.

Only by maintaining a humble mindset can one continuously break through oneself on this path and reach new heights.