Chapter 40

C40 – Fiery Stirfry

Qi Hanmei swallowed her saliva and subconsciously reached out her chopsticks. However, as if recalling something, she stopped and her chopsticks froze in midair.

“Big brother,” Qi Hanmei said pitifully to Yu Huazang, “I’m not betraying you. I’m just tasting Old Mr. Deng’s dishes. I will definitely say that I like your roast mutton skewers even more!”

Yu Huazang was speechless.

Did this little girl think that I only know how to roast mutton skewers?

Everyone laughed. Qi Hanmei was too cute.

“You can’t talk when you eat, and you can’t talk when you sleep. Sugar, how did I teach you?”

Elder Qi glared at her sternly. Sugar immediately turned around and said in a delicate voice, “Grandfather, I understand.”

Then, as if she was angering Elder Qi, Qi Hanmei angrily put a small piece of mutton into her mouth with her chopsticks and bit it with her teeth. “Big brother ...”

Qi Hanmei’s movements froze. As if she had tasted some miraculous medicine, her eyes lit up and she could not help but shout, “It’s delicious!”

“If it’s delicious, then Miss, you should eat more.”

Deng Weimao smiled proudly. This dish had already displayed his full strength. Any gourmet in the country would give him a thumbs up and praise him for it. There was nothing wrong with it!

Yu Huazang smiled faintly. He continued to cook the second dish without stopping.

“What?!”

It was only then that everyone reacted. It turned out that Yu Huazang was using a fierce fire to cook. He was just stirring the pot!

Using a fierce flame to cook?

A fierce flame?

“How is this possible?!”

Deng Weimao was stunned. It had been a long time since he had used a fierce flame to cook.

For top chefs, there was no need for them to use such intense flames. They could precisely control the intensity of the flames, allowing the heat to perfectly spread into the food.

Only a long time ago, when Deng Weimao was busy at the Star Hotel, he would use his fierce fire to speed up the speed of cooking.

However, the taste of the food would always be slightly worse. After all, it was very difficult to control the intensity of the flames!

“It’s roasted mutton. Other than oil and salt, there are no other seasonings!”

A cry of surprise pulled Deng Weimao back from his memories. He looked carefully and saw that Yu Huazang only had mutton in his plate.