PFC Chapter 186 I Don't Want to Donate a Kidney 12
Chapter 186 I Don't Want to Donate a Kidney 12
Soon the two sides set up their battle formation and began preparing the famous dish, Squirrel Fish.
Lin Wan unsurprisingly showcased her exquisite knife skills and proficient cooking methods in front of the camera.
Soon, a delicious and visually appealing squirrel-shaped mandarin fish was freshly cooked in her hands, drawing praise from everyone present.
On the other hand, Jiang Yuerong seemed a little nervous, appearing somewhat flustered.
The steps she took were different from Lin Wan's, and everyone stared at her with suspicion.
Even the guests started pointing fingers and saying she was wrong.
Oh no! We're going to waste these perfectly good ingredients, and the dish definitely won't taste good!
Host A Yuan, steeling himself, stepped forward to defuse the situation:
"Our beautiful Chef Jiang is currently all alone and has to take care of her child, so it's inevitable that she'll make some mistakes. Let's all give her more encouragement."
Amid the applause, Lin Wan snorted, expressing her dissatisfaction.
Jiang Yuerong realized her mistake and broke out in a cold sweat. She whispered:
"What should we do? Honey, we've got the order wrong."
"It's okay, Mom. Even if there are mistakes in the cooking method, just listen to me!"
Xiao Xiao displayed the demeanor of a great general, calmly issuing commands while standing beside Jiang Yuerong.
Perhaps it was her daughter's calm and composed attitude that inspired Jiang Yuerong, who immediately got into the zone.
The mother and daughter worked together well to prepare the squirrel-shaped mandarin fish and then served it to the guests.
The guests began to stand up and comment, first looking at the appearance and color of the dishes.
I discovered that although Jiang Yuerong's dish was made using different steps, its appearance and color were in no way inferior to Lin Wan's.
Next, we smelled them, and they were about the same – both smelled very pleasant.
Old Man Qi Yuanlin sniffed, a thought suddenly striking him—this smelled so much like his grandfather…
Then he took another sniff. Yes, that's it, that's the taste.
Is it...
He opened his eyes slightly in surprise and began to carefully examine Jiang Yuerong.
At this point, the guests, under the arrangement of the host A Yuan, had already begun to taste the food.
Naturally, Lin Wan's squirrel-shaped mandarin fish dish was the first one served.
Soon, some guests took a bite and exclaimed with delight:
"Delicious, delicious! Chef Lin's Squirrel Mandarin Fish, just looking at its shape makes my mouth water."
Look at the outer layer, fried to a golden brown and crispy. The sizzling sound when the sauce was poured on was so tempting.
Anyway, my mouth was watering at that moment.
As for the texture, it's crispy at first bite, followed by the tender and smooth texture of the fish.
The sweet and sour sauce was just right, and every bite was full of distinct layers of flavor. It was amazing!
"Truly a student of a great teacher!"
Mr. Diao, a regular customer of Qi Laishun, took a bite and said:
"Not bad, it tastes like Qi Laishun."
The fish was fresh, with no fishy smell at all, and fried to perfection. One bite revealed a tender and crispy texture.
The sauce was perfectly balanced between sweet and sour, making it quite appetizing.
Such a comment from Grandpa Diao can only mean that Lin Wan's dishes were decent, tasty but not amazing.
Lin Wan was secretly annoyed and somewhat unconvinced.
Qi Yuanlin didn't need to taste it to know the quality of his young apprentice's dish, since he was the one who taught him.
After hearing Grandpa Diao's comments, I felt helpless.
This old man wasn't originally surnamed Diao, but because he was such a discerning eater with such a discerning palate, he could always find fault with what he ate.
She has a sharp tongue and shows no mercy.
This time, it was in front of the camera, so at least they left some room for maneuver.
If this were in a restaurant, she'd probably start spouting sarcastic remarks again.
The host, A Yuan, said with a smile:
"It seems that Chef Lin's Squirrel Fish dish has received unanimous praise from all the guests!"
As expected, a great teacher produces great students.
Now, let's invite all our guests to try Jiang Yuerong's dishes.
After he finished speaking, he felt a chill run down his spine and looked at Jiang Yuerong with concern.
Jiang Yuerong held her daughter's chubby little hand, smiling silently.
Actually, I was also extremely flustered, and my palms were sweaty as I held my daughter's hand.
The TV station staff sighed inwardly, knowing that the next moment would be the moment when Jiang Yuerong would be humiliated and embarrassed.
This beautiful chef, whom they had created, is destined to become someone else's stepping stone today.
They will likely disappear from television stations in the future.
I heard she also endorsed quite a few kitchen products; I bet she's going to lose a fortune this time!
This time, Grandpa Qi took the lead and started tasting the food.
There were no further words, nor were there any comments on the appearance or color of Jiang Yuerong's squirrel-shaped mandarin fish.
Instead, he picked up his chopsticks, grabbed a piece of fish, and stuffed it into his mouth.
Just as the fish was brought to his lips, before it even entered his mouth, he merely smelled it closely with his nose.
He already had a vague answer in his heart.
Sure enough, after entering the mouth.
He groaned comfortably, closed his eyes in satisfaction, and slowly savored the moment.
I felt completely comforted by that bite.
At this moment, I felt healed both physically and mentally, and my whole being was elevated.
His performance was perfectly captured by the photographer.
The host, A Yuan, was somewhat surprised and, forcing himself to speak, reminded him:
"Grandpa Qi, what do you think of the taste?"
"Good, very good."
Startled awake, Qi Yuanlin blurted out his reply.
"This……"
The host, A Yuan, seemed a bit awkward; was that meant to be sarcastic?
He didn't realize it. Lin Wan, who was familiar with her master, felt a pang of surprise and looked at Jiang Yuerong's squirrel-shaped mandarin fish with disbelief.
Master, why do you speak so highly of this good-for-nothing?
You should know that even her senior brother's signature dishes were only described as "not bad" or "very good" by their master.
After answering the host's questions, Grandpa Qi stared intently at Jiang Yuerong.
My mind was racing, and I opened my mouth a few times before stopping.
Jiang Yuerong swallowed nervously. Like her old classmate A Yuan, she thought the old man was mocking her.
Now they're staring intently at her, what's going on?
She was trembling with fear.
I'm really afraid that the old man will call her a liar on the spot and kick her out, then she'll be completely ruined.
Over there, the old diner, Mr. Diao, couldn't contain himself any longer; he had already smelled the aroma.
At that moment, without waiting for the host's invitation, he stepped forward, picked up his chopsticks, and put a piece of fish into his mouth.
After chewing for a bit, his eyes lit up, and then he continued chewing in disbelief, his eyes growing brighter and brighter.
After finishing the first bite, I quickly grabbed another piece of meat.
"Hey, Grandpa Diao, what do you think of Jiang Yuerong's Squirrel Fish?"
As he chewed, Old Master Diao mumbled, "Good, delicious!"
Host A Yuan: "..."
No, why don't you say a few more words?
How come he's just like Old Master Qi?
Qi Yuanlin turned to look at Old Master Diao, who was eating with great relish, and asked expectantly:
"Brother Diao, what do you think of the taste...?"
"That's right, it tastes just like your dad did back then!"
I never expected to have the chance to try it here! It's wonderful!
As Grandpa Diao spoke, he looked at Jiang Yuerong with excitement.
After hearing this, Qi Yuanlin opened his mouth, but finally spoke directly to Jiang Yuerong:
"Miss Jiang, how did you and my father, Qi Dongshan, meet?"
He knew his father had been dead for over ten years. If he really knew Jiang Yuerong and had taught her a few tricks, then he would be in trouble.
That must have been when Jiang Yuerong was seventeen or eighteen years old!
But back then, Jiang Yuerong must have been in high school. How could she have had time to learn these things?
This is really puzzling!
Jiang Yuerong was completely dumbfounded. She didn't know Qi Dongshan at all, so how could she know him?
Xiao Xiao also asked the system aunt in her mind.
The system auntie laughed:
"Qi Dongshan is now the head chef of the Underworld's state banquet, that's the old ghost."
As the system auntie spoke, she brought up a ghost image of Qidong Mountain.
After reading it, Xiao Xiao chuckled, then looked up at Jiang Yuerong and said:
"Is he a big-bellied, wicked old man?"
Mom, have you forgotten?
You once mentioned that during a summer in high school, there was a big-bellied, mean old man outside your window.
He smelled the awful odor of your cooking, and through the window, he pointed it out to you, insisting that you do it your way.
Jiang Yuerong's eyes widened, thinking to herself, "Really? Did I say that?"
I do not know how?
The old man opposite him, Qi Yuanlin, immediately exclaimed with delight, "Yes, yes, that's him! That's just how the old man is, with a strange temper."
After saying that, Qi Yuanlin looked at Jiang Yuerong with surprise in his eyes.
He thought to himself, "So you're the disciple my father took in from outside?"
Then that means you're of the same generation as me.
Qi Yuanlin beckoned to his closed-door disciple, Lin Wan, who looked shocked and bewildered, and instructed her:
"Quickly call him Martial Uncle!"
"Huh? Master, what did you say?"
Lin Wan was completely bewildered.