Chapter 127: Chapter 127 My Rules

Han Dongli was terrified. As a food critic, he had to ensure the purity of each food item.

To identify the ingredients used in the porridges, it was absolutely necessary to prevent the flavors from mixing.

But these delivery guys were different; they were naturally frugal, and the porridge was provided for free, so how could they waste disposable plastic bowls?

And every half bowl of porridge that Han Dongli scooped up, he only took one sip and then threw it into the trash can next to him. It was simply too wasteful.

"What are you doing? I am a famous foodie. I came here to judge what level this restaurant is..."

"Who do you think you are?" A delivery guy suddenly interrupted Han Dongli, "I've seen plenty of people like you, bloggers who explore restaurants, internet big Vs, who just deceive others for free food and drinks! And then you give yourself the title of a foodie, how shameless."

In an instant, the delivery guys and customers in the shop gathered around.

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Tong Ya saw what was happening and hurried over.

She obviously knew Han Dongli, and this old predecessor's temper was quite explosive. If the taste produced by any shop didn't suit his palate, he could even publicly criticize everyone involved with the shop, including the chefs.

Yet now, he had become the one being criticized and judged.

Tong Ya covered her lips and chuckled, then approached Han Dongli.

"Mr. Han, one of our principles here is not to waste food. Such behavior incurs a fine in our establishment," she said.

Han Dongli was stunned, "Aren't you from the Tong family..."

"This restaurant is opened by my husband, so I am now part of the Chen family," Tong Ya interrupted, and then led him to the ordering area.

"I've heard about you from my grandfather since I was little, the Beidou of the culinary world! However, here, I hope you can put aside your set of rules and follow my husband's," she said, her tone cooling.

The domineering air of a conglomerate heiress in Tong Ya's voice took Han Dongli by surprise.

Originally, Han Dongli had hoped to use his renown to intimidate here, but he faced obstacles at every turn.

Moreover, this place was connected to the Tong Group; he wouldn't dare to act recklessly even if he had ten times the courage.

Swallowing instinctively, Han Dongli sullenly began to order food by scanning a code with his phone.

The dish he ordered was also extremely tricky: Pagoda-style braised pork.

This dish was a true test of a chef's skill.

Firstly, the knife work: when cooking, the whole piece of meat must not be cut apart, and when the dish is served, the pork must remain intact to ensure it's connected.

Secondly, the cooking: since the pork remains connected, it's difficult to ensure even cooking throughout.

Therefore, to properly make this dish, a chef needs decades of experience and a solid foundation, something not simply achieved.

In fact, Han Dongli was just looking for a way to save face.

Since the restaurant was related to the Tong Group, he obviously couldn't hastily give it a rating.

But Chen Yu looked to be under thirty; how could he possibly manage such a complex dish?

When the time came, Han Dongli could sneer and mock with insinuations, at least letting off some steam.

As he was scheming in his mind, Yang Shu placed an extremely delicate plate of Pagoda pork on the table.

Han Dongli couldn't help but widen his eyes in disbelief; it had only been half an hour, and such a difficult dish had actually been made.

Full of doubt, he picked up his chopsticks and clamped the very top of the Pagoda pork, lifting it slowly.

To his amazement, the meat below was perfectly connected without a hint of separation.

When he lifted the meat, it emitted a rich aroma.

"This is impossible, how could it be done in half an hour?"

No sooner had he marveled at this when Yang Shu looked at Han Dongli with an odd expression.

"Uncle, you're really behind the times! Haven't you heard of a pressure cooker?"

The two of them were clearly not on the same wavelength. Han Dongli was puzzled that such a complicated process could be done so fast.

Yet in Yang Shu's eyes, those so-called complicated steps were nothing at all.

She had even seen Chen Yu prepare even more complex dishes firsthand.

Taking a deep breath, Han Dongli cut a piece of meat and placed it in his mouth.

The nearly perfect taste nearly made his taste buds explode.

"To think you could fuse the flavors of the four major cuisines into one!"

This exclamation startled the nearby customers, all of whom looked at Han Dongli with strange gazes.

A layman appreciates the spectacle, an expert appreciates the technique.

In the eyes of others, as long as the food Chen Yu made was tasty, it was good enough. But for Han Dongli, it was different.

There were methods for making Bao Ta meat in all the major cuisines. It was difficult to strictly define which cuisine this dish truly belonged to.

There had even been a debate in the culinary world over which cuisine could claim this dish.

The Bao Ta meat prepared by Chen Yu could leave the chefs from all the contested cuisine camps red-faced.

He had directly fused the flavors of all the cuisines together.

But in Han Dongli's view, it was impossible to make such a complex dish like Bao Ta meat in half an hour, let alone blend the flavors so perfectly.

He picked up the plate of Bao Ta meat and hurried to the display window.

"Young man, how on earth did you make this?"

Chen Yu, busy tossing a pan, didn't even glance at Han Dongli.

"Old sir, this is a kitchen, not a dining area. I hope you won't disturb us while we're cooking."

Han Dongli was momentarily stunned. In his more than thirty years in the industry, no chef had ever dared to be so presumptuous in his presence.

But when he thought of Chen Yu's skills, he sighed helplessly.

Just based on this dish of Bao Ta meat alone, even if he reprimanded him, it wouldn't matter.

Moreover, Chen Yu was generous enough to offer such delicious food for free—his magnanimity and realm were simply incomparable to Han Dongli's.

After finishing the Bao Ta meat, Han Dongli didn't leave. He just sat there blankly until eight o'clock in the evening.

[Congratulations to the host for completing a day's business. As costs exceed profits, no points have been accrued.]

Chen Yu had just placed the raw materials needed for tomorrow into the cold storage and briefly checked the inventory before leaving the warehouse.

Although there were still no points accumulated, his checking account balance had reached 12.94 million.

If the rewards from the wilderness survival were also credited, he would have over 30 million in his hands.

By then, he could seriously open a large factory.

Just as Chen Yu was about to sit down and eat, he saw Han Dongli sitting there in a daze.

The others were also frustrated. The old man had been sitting there all day, and even though the plate in front of him had been cleared away, it was unclear why he was still sitting there.