Chapter 1187
In the kitchen.
Two star-level master chefs turned into kitchen helpers, standing next to Chloe Collins and Mane York respectively, sharing their culinary experiences.
However...
Neither of the two girls followed the chef’s instructions.
Mane York: "Master chef, I have my own idea, you can help peeling the garlic."
After listening to the chef’s explanation, Chloe said: "The dish I want to make is not that one."
Neither of them cooked the dish decided by the chef.
In no ti, the interfering chefs were sent out to peel garlic and cut fruits. The vast kitchen was left to the two girls; one on the left, the other on the right.
Chloe was making the dishes Alexander Foster had taught her, along with those cooked by Wanda Wesley when she visited.
She had watched closely at the ti and rembered the steps.
The task of shredding vegetables was completed quickly, the sound drawing the attention of Mane York.
"It turns out you have good knife skills, have you participated in any competitions?"
Chloe: "No."
"So, you must have been practicing since you were a kid? I heard that you’ve been living abroad since you were a child."
"No."
After hearing "No" twice, Mane York was a little frustrated.
She swallowed her words and said, "Regardless, I ca here tonight to invite you to our celebration party tomorrow night. Also, Professor Rocker said, thank you for your sponsorship."
Chloe: "I’m not interested."
"Then I will reply exactly like that. You did not want to attend; it is not we who did not invite you."
Chloe placed the chopped vegetables on a plate and didn’t respond further.
"My wristwatch was designed by Jonathan Brown. A piece by Jonathan is rare and valuable in this industry."
"It’s pretty ordinary."
"What?"
Mane York looked at her side face, "You think Jonathan’s work is ’ordinary’? From your tone, it sounds like you know him."
"Not only do I know him, but we’re also quite close," Chloe watched the food stir-frying in the pan, speaking indifferently.
"Close?" Mane York asked, puzzled, "He’s from the Continent of Stortia, how would you know him?"
Chloe: "I see him every day."
"You see him every day? You know what he looks like?"
Mane York frowned deeper, considering the implication of these words.
Before she had ti to think deeply, Master Foster’s voice interjected. She saw Master Foster walking in, quickly forgot about the conversation, and laughed, "Grandpa, why are you here? I’ll be ready soon."
Master Foster smiled, his attention settling on Mane York’s face, "I slled the delicious food from my room, so I ca to see, oh, you’re making pork chop, it looks tempting."
"Grandpa, it’s chicken chop."
The two of them chatted and laughed, while Chloe quietly started to steam the fish that she had prepared.
Evelyn Thompson followed in and looked around, finally smiled, "All are Alex’s favorite dishes."
Chloe: "Actually... they are my favorites."
The dishes that Alex had taught her and those created by Wanda Wesley were her favorite types of food.
She was still holding chopped pepper.
Alex, however, preferred bland tastes.
Evelyn Thompson: "That’s alright, that’s alright. It’s all about the taste, look, this one looks really delicious."
Just as all the dishes were served, Alex arrived ho.
Master Foster invited him in. Without ntioning the girls cooked these dishes, he told him to have a taste and give a score.
Upon first sight, all the dishes were beautifully presented, tempting in color, sll, and taste. However, it was clear they represented two styles.
One was heavy in taste, emphasis on chili and soy sauce. The other was milder, even the fried chicken chop was served without chili, only ketchup was provided.
——
(Goodnight.)
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