Chapter 829: Chapter 828: Ye Feizhou’s Fierce Assault (Part 1)
A tasting session under the cara abruptly ca to a halt.
Tang Yuqiong had, at so point, turned off the live broadcast, leaving only the CCTV food channel’s interview cara still working normally.
Outside the bathroom door.
“Knock Knock!”
Pacing back and forth at the door, the uneasy Yuan Yun knocked again, discontentedly calling, “Mom, can’t you hurry up?”
Through the door, the faint sound of a flushing toilet could be heard.
After a while, Yuan Lanzi ca out properly dressed, and with a raised hand, tapped her daughter on the forehead, “I never asked you to wait. If you’re impatient, why don’t you just go sit over there?”
Yuan Yun imdiately pouted, “I’m afraid to interrupt Chef Xia’s interview!”
There was a teasing glint in Yuan Lanzi’s eyes, but she didn’t pierce through the thin-skinned girl’s facade. Clearly, it was her anxiety and shyness that made her want her mother for company.
Yuan Yun tugged on her mother’s arm, took a couple of steps forward, then suddenly stopped, turning her head to scrutinize Yuan Lanzi up and down until a slight anger crept onto the woman’s face, and the girl stuck out her tongue, whispering, “Seriously, mom, you’re sure you’re okay?”
“You’re the one with a problem. Did you see your embarrassing state just now? Drooling all over. If that news spreads, let’s see how you face your classmates back in Jinling.”
It was clear that the girl wanted to catch her mom in a bind, but unexpectedly, the woman’s single sentence drove the girl into a frenzy.
“Ah!”
Hearing this, Yuan Yun covered her face in sha, the thought of being pointed and comnted on by her group of friends was terrifying, even in re imagination. She stomped her foot angrily, “Hmph, if they dare to laugh at , I’ll expose their embarrassing stories too! Co on, let’s hurt each other!”
Seeing her daughter talking to herself, the woman glanced sideways at the bathroom, her eyes flickering.
In the main room, the interview was ongoing.
At Zhao’s Vineyard’s courtyard, there’s no need to speak about the sophistication of the interior decor, nor the unnecessary background setting. A quintessential Chinese-style square table with two armchairs, Xia Yu and Qi Qingyan sat across from each other, with the cara closely focused on them both.
As the interview neared its end, the predetermined script was gone, and Qi Qingyan improvised, throwing a question while intently watching the young, charismatic face: “Earlier, Miss Tang’s live broadcast of the tasting must have caused a sensation across the internet. Could you tell us more about the recipe for the yellow eel soup? Additionally, I’m very curious about your recent dedication to cooking fish stew. What prompted you to research day and night, Chef Xia?”
Upon ntioning this, Qi Qingyan shifted from her previous gentle deanor, her eyes suddenly sharp, and her tone deepened: “Is it because of the formidable opponent you’ll soon face in the top 20 ranking battles?”
She emphasized the words “formidable opponent.”
The caraman was smart, first giving Xia Yu a close-up as Qi Qingyan asked, and upon seeing no reaction, imdiately shifted focus, letting the cara sneak over to where Zhu Qing and Tang Yuqiong sat.
Zhu Qing appeared indifferent, but Tang Yuqiong’s expression slightly changed, a detail undoubtedly captured on cara.
“Formidable opponent?”
Xia Yu rely chuckled, neither admitting nor directly responding.
Internally, though, he laughed at himself.
Researching this stuff—aside from external pressure—can’t it just be a sudden whim, an interest sparked?
Of course, Xia Yu didn’t voice such flamboyant, cheeky words. For one, there was no need, and secondly, with his “Young Devil” moniker becoming more prominent, Xia Yu didn’t see it as a good thing, particularly since that Chinese head sent an envoy with a verbal ssage before his return to the country, a matter that’s like a thorn lodged in his heart.
I’ve returned, old guy, where the hell are you?
Lately, such a thought has been lingering. Xia Yu couldn’t help but send a resentful voice across the air to the high and mighty master of the Chinese realm, “What’s the matter? Just spill it, don’t beat around the bush, it’s making sleepless and uneasy!”
Moreover.
Pairs of watchful eyes in the shadows made Xia Yu uncomfortable. How many of these old folks have their eyes on him?
“Chef Xia, Chef Xia…”
Qi Qingyan called the young man’s scattered thoughts back.
“Oh, I zoned out just now. You’re asking about the recipe, right? It’s just an ordinary dicinal soup. The process for handling the eel is quite simple—slaughter, clean, cut into chunks, then blanch in hot dicinal soup to remove the muddy taste and bloodiness. The next step is to stir-fry it with oil and chopped scallions. Finally, the stir-fried eel pieces are tossed into a clay pot with dicinal soup to cook…”
After finishing, Xia Yu stood up from his chair, stretching with a big lazy yawn, “Finally over!”
Qi Qingyan followed suit, standing up and awkwardly reminding, “There’s still one more question: what drives you to research day and night like this? Is it the formidable opponent?”
“Formidable opponent?”
Xia Yu’s stretching arms paused in mid-air, his turned profile filled with genuine confusion, definitely not feigned, “Who?”
Qi Qingyan opened her mouth, but being one of CCTV food channel’s stars, and considering they’re currently in a famous chef interview, directly naming nas would be like lighting the fuse on a powder keg, sparking a distant war. If their fan camps start a feud, then the food channel stuck in the middle is in for a rough ti.
No provoking a conflict!
This thought stopped Qi Qingyan from speaking out that person’s na. However, in her heart, Qi Qingyan silently added, “In the Chinese realm, among your generation, the only formidable opponents you’d have are the ‘Five Chinese Talents,’ especially that disciple of the Dragon Head who has been the undefeated king for several tis—Ye Feizhou!”
The interview concluded, and after being treated to unique dishes, Qi Qingyan hurried off, a little flustered and disoriented.
“Hey!”
Tang Yuqiong wasn’t satisfied, “You, are you looking down on us ‘Five Chinese Talents’? Co on, have a warm-up food battle with , so you can see how I’ve improved during this ti. Don’t think you’re the only one running while we’re standing still!”
“A warm-up food battle?”
“That deanor?”
“Ha, quite the spirit!”
Just as Xia Yu was about to step out, he stopped mid-step, pointing to the tray in the corner with three portions of yellow eel soup, smiling faintly, “Co on, first try all three bowls of soup here, then we can sit down for a heart-to-heart about the rules of the food duel.”
Thunk Thunk!
With one soft step, Tang Yuqiong’s previously imnse montum weakened imdiately, “Wha-what, I was just casually saying it. Who wants to eat your dark cuisine? Don’t even think about poisoning !”
She kept twirling a lock of hair by her ear with her finger, her eyes wandering, clearly showing fear of the “dark cuisine” in her gaze.
“I’ll never eat eel again!” Tang Yuqiong silently quipped in her heart.
“Ah, such an eel-transford woman!”
Xia Yu waved his hand goodbye with a laugh.
Yuan Yun and Yuan Lanzi had just arrived from the other end of the corridor. As Xia Yu walked off, the girl could only gaze stupidly at the god in her heart as he went back into the kitchen and closed the door tightly. Her lips moved a few tis, but in the end, she couldn’t call out the words to stop him.
Zhu Qing, with her arms akimbo, spoke to Yuan Lanzi, “Lanzi, it’s been a few years since we’ve t, right? I heard you’re now the dean at Jinling Yuan’s Cooking Private School…”
The two similarly-aged won found chairs to sit and reminisce.
…
Three days later, the preliminary selections for the top 30 battle were entering a white-hot stage at the Shanghai suburbs, within the White Jade Tower estate, when a surprised voice echoed from within the kitchen, resounding with excitent through the manor.
“Hey!”
Dragon Venerable Wei An was in his study, gazing intently at his laptop screen, repeatedly watching footage of a competition, when the approaching shout startled him, prompting him to slap down the lid of the laptop, closing it abruptly.
Seeing the silhouette of his beloved student rush in for a brief mont, Wei An’s eyebrows twitched.
No need to think much, the laptop lid was definitely dented. For the thrifty Dragon Venerable, this realization brought a ripple of irritation at having damaged sothing.
“Feizhou, what is it?” Wei An asked sternly.
Typically collected, the discomposure was evident as Ye Feizhou adjusted his breath, with a slight tremor in his voice, “Master Wei, I, I touched it!”
Bam!
Once more, with a palm strike, the laptop on the study desk crackled shut, and electricity buzzed.
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