delicious master

Chapter 2 The Genius Chef
All other thoughts were put aside immediately, and Tang Xiaokang opened the system panel the moment he heard the sound.

Immediately afterwards, a list appeared in front of my eyes.

"Name: Tang Xiaokang

Level: -1 (Dark Cuisine)
skill:
Appraisal: Intermediate

Knife: primary
Achievements: none
Task: [Dongju Opening] has been completed (to be picked up)

Reward: Cantonese style mutton soup (to be picked up)"

"The task [Dongju Opening] has been completed, do you want to extract experience?"

"Reward: Cantonese-style mutton soup has arrived, do you want to withdraw it?"

After clicking yes twice in a row, something seemed to be stuffed into Tang Xiaokang's mind soon.

Without taking care of him immediately, Tang Xiaokang left the stall with the mutton.

As soon as he turned around, Tang Xiaokang heard Boss Wu whispering behind him.

"Master Tang is such a shrewd person, why does his grandson look a little stupid? Cooking is a bit of a waste."

Tang Xiaokang: ...

He really wanted to turn around and tell his boss that he could hear him.

Leaving with the mutton in his hand, Tang Xiaokang wondered whether the Cantonese-style mutton soup he made in the morning would poison people to death.

After thinking about it for a while, Tang Xiaokang finally gave up on this beautiful idea.

Let's give brother mutton a face today.

It doesn't matter if it's money or not, the main reason is that Brother Dongshan Mutton has a lot of face.

Following the alley, I returned to Dongju. The swill bucket placed outside has been replaced. I returned to the house and closed the door.

At this time, Tang Xiaokang was able to observe the rewards just issued by the system.

Seeing the rewards, the rewards for Cantonese-style mutton soup had already been withdrawn. Only then did Tang Xiaokang realize that the strange feeling just now should be the rewards.

Looking back carefully, it seems that nothing has changed.

This made Tang Xiaokang, who was going to punch Nanshan Nursing Home and kick Beihai Kindergarten, discouraged for a while.

According to the routine of the novel, isn't it possible that after the system gives the first reward, you can turn yourself into a master of cooking, a bowl of rice is demanded by thousands of people, and you will reach the pinnacle of your life from then on?
But I looked at my body and recalled the situation about the Cantonese-style mutton soup. I feel that there is no change?

Tang Xiaokang, who was prepared, was disappointed for a while.

Looking at the courtyard at the door with a gloomy expression, Tang Xiaokang didn't know what he was thinking about.

Dongju, a private restaurant that has been passed down for a hundred years but is no longer well-known.

There is nothing wrong with the system's evaluation of it, but ten years ago, it was a gourmet sanctuary that countless gourmets dreamed of.

At that time, this place was also called Dongju. The only difference was that Tang Youwei was the owner and chef of Dongju at that time.

Tang Youwei, Tang Xiaokang's grandfather, the person with the most right to speak in the old Tang family, and also the pinnacle of the old Tang family's culinary skills, relied on a restaurant in Dongju to support the entire Tang family, but because he couldn't find someone to inherit the Tang family's craftsmanship, And the Dongju was closed for a full ten years.

In the past ten years, people have come and gone, and time has passed by.

A lot of things happened in ten years, and it was enough to forget many people. The same Dongju that had been circulated gradually disappeared from people's discussions.

But for ten years, Mr. Tang's obsession with the successor has never stopped.

From the time Tang Xiaokang can remember, it seems that he has never left the kitchen. During the summer and winter, you can hear the sound of him practicing on the chopping board.

Tang Xiaokang was born to be a chef.

This sentence was once what Mr. Tang Youwei said about his grandson, and it was also what made him most proud.

In fact, Tang Xiaokang did not disappoint the old man to a certain extent... well, to a certain extent.

Steady hands, fine eyes, accurate control.

Tang Xiaokang seems to be born with something that is essential for a chef.

But there is an old saying that when God opens a window for you, he must have accidentally closed your door and nailed him to death with an iron plate.

When it comes to cooking, Tang Xiaokang is absolutely gorgeous and smooth, without any sloppiness.

Just speaking of taste...

To put it simply, one operation is as fierce as a tiger, and then the score is [-].

From childhood to adulthood, Tang Xiaokang cooked food that no creature could eat. It was something that even the old sow next door in the village disliked.

There is no feeling of cooking.

This is the second evaluation the old man gave after training Tang Xiaokang.

Later, the old man never mentioned the matter of letting Tang Xiaokang learn to cook, and Dongju never opened again.

Half a month ago, the old man fell ill and was hospitalized. Tang Xiaokang, who had just graduated, took care of him. After staring at Tang Xiaokang for half a month, the old man suddenly asked, hoping that Tang Xiaokang could reopen Dongju.

This is not only an explanation to those old diners in Dongju, but also an explanation to the ancestors of the old Tang family.

The Tang family recipes that have been passed down for generations cannot just be cut off from Tang Youwei.

Tang Xiaokang knew that the old man was not reconciled. For him, a person with the talent of a chef who failed to inherit the recipes of his family was a sorry thing for his ancestors.

The old man who has witnessed the changes of the whole era values ​​inheritance more than anything else.

As for why he agreed to the old man, why he came to Dongju.

Tang Xiaokang himself didn't even think about these things, just because he got this system when he first stepped into Dongju?
But at that time, why did I come back to Dongju?

In autumn, the withered yellow leaves slowly fall in the courtyard with the cool breeze, making the blooming osmanthus a little sad.

puff puff puff...

The sparrow flew away from the tree and woke Tang Xiaokang who was in a daze.

Shaking his head, looking at the mutton on the table, Tang Xiaokang drove away those useless thoughts and stood up.

The weather is cold, it would be great if we could make an authentic Cantonese-style mutton soup to warm up diners.

He picked up the meat, took it to wash, and put the lamb brisket into the clear water basin as usual. Tang Xiaokang seemed to feel something was wrong the moment he entered the water.

Subconsciously, he lifted the mutton sideways with his wrist, and put it into the clear water along the edge of the basin.

Looking at his hand strangely, Tang Xiaokang was sure that what he just did was definitely a subconscious behavior, as if, as if his body wanted to do that.

"what happened??"

Even he didn't understand why he did that just now, frowning, Tang Xiaokang tried again.

Stretching his hands into the water, the moment he touched the mutton, his fingers began to grab the mutton and squeeze it.

Two weights and one light, single direction, the palms kept walking on the whole piece of mutton, and soon blood appeared in the clear water at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The movements in his hands did not stop, but Tang Xiaokang's eyes became brighter and brighter.

"It's hard...Could it be...Am I really a chef genius???"

(End of this chapter)