Almost eleven o’clock.
On the path outside the inn.
A squad of soldiers carrying guns ran alongside a small car.
A junior officer was driving the car.
Boss Peng sat in the passenger seat, crossed his legs, and looked ahead at the approaching inn.
At this mont, the place was still brightly lit, making it quite conspicuous in the outskirts.
’Is their business that good?
What can I earn from thirty percent?’
Seeing this scene, Boss Peng straightened up slightly, noticing that the tables and chairs outside the inn were nearly full.
anwhile.
"Look, there are soldiers over there..."
"Are they coming towards us?"
"Look at the uniforms... They’re with General Hang..."
Most of the guests outside the inn, upon seeing the group of soldiers approaching, the cheerful drinking atmosphere was instantly disrupted, replaced by a timid deanor, with heads down, focusing on their al.
Only a few carried on obliviously, continuing to drink and chat.
In this area, they were sowhat influential figures and knew so people.
Plus, they dutifully sent money to General Hang every quarter.
So they weren’t very afraid of these head soldiers and junior officers.
Of course, there was still so panic, but to save face, they had to pretend to be calm.
Actually, they hadn’t realized that their voices had subconsciously beco quieter.
Or rather, all the guests were praying that these people were just passing by.
But things didn’t go as hoped.
Whoosh—
The car stopped at the inn’s entrance.
Swish, swish, swish—
The soldiers scattered around, forming a seemingly dignified circle at the entrance.
Although their discipline was rather loose.
So soldiers even sniffed fiercely, savoring the aroma in the air while eyeing the dishes on the guests’ tables.
’Indeed fragrant!’
As soon as Boss Peng stepped out of the car and slled the aroma, he knew this inn was bound to prosper.
For he had visited many grand restaurants and tasted dishes made by top chefs.
His palate had beco quite refined.
Ordinary chefs’ dishes couldn’t attract him.
Even when his brother praised Zhang Feng’s culinary skills, he thought it was exaggerated.
So he had never visited.
But at this mont.
Just the aroma in the air was enough to make his taste buds tingle with hunger.
From this alone, he could tell Zhang Feng’s culinary skills surpassed any chef he knew.
"Boss Peng!"
At this mont, soone who knew Boss Peng nodded respectfully and greeted him.
Boss Peng waved slightly and ignored them.
Once they entered the inn.
The arrival of Boss Peng and his group quieted the inn further.
"Director Peng!"
Seeing Boss Peng arrive, the shopkeeper was incredibly enthusiastic, quickly erging from behind the counter.
"Oh." Boss Peng saw the shopkeeper, and for the sake of his nephew, slightly nodded and said, "Where’s your inn’s chef? Take to see him."
As he spoke, a waiter happened to bring out a dish.
It was a traditional braised pork.
Boss Peng saw it and waved his hand slightly.
His servant was quite clever, stepping forward to take the dish from the waiter and smoothly pulling a flower-patterned cloth-wrapped pair of chopsticks from his pocket.
Boss Peng didn’t care whose dish it was, lightly blew on it, and ate a piece.
As the tender at entered his mouth, it didn’t taste greasy but instead had a fish-like texture and a riverbed-like fragrance.
Although these flavors were sowhat conflicting and even felt awkward on the taste.
It was simply delicious, indescribably delicious.
Then Boss Peng disregarded etiquette and continued to eat several more bites.
"Gulp..." Nearby, people watched longingly, their stomachs growling.
’How can this small place have such culinary prowess?’ Boss Peng realized after a few mouthfuls that he had been slightly rude.
But considering people often viewed them as uncouth, barging in, stripping off, and shouting once seated.
His deanor was actually quite modest.
"Let’s go, to the kitchen."
Boss Peng thought, and after tasting the delicacy, was determined to et Zhang Feng.
To be honest.
He now wanted Zhang Feng to stop running an inn.
Wouldn’t it be better to be a chef for General Hang’s household?
’If I can secure such a chef for the big boss, he will probably value even more!’
As General Hang’s right-hand man, Boss Peng knew his master not only loved money but also food.
Or rather, most people loved to eat.
But General Hang, being wealthy, took it to a higher level.
This was evident.
Wherever General Hang went, he’d explore local restaurants or fad small eateries.
This was inevitable.
As General Hang’s confidant, Boss Peng naturally followed him, hence his refined taste.
And now, there was a super chef far outweighing any chef Boss Peng knew.
This significance was self-evident.
Boss Peng had even envisioned, once Zhang Feng was presented, General Hang would be ecstatic.
Whoosh—
While contemplating, Boss Peng pulled aside the curtain in the rear courtyard, arriving outside the kitchen door.
This kitchen had no door, allowing the mixed aroma from inside to waft out.
As he entered the kitchen, it got warr.
Whoosh—
Three stoves were burning, and there were six people now in the kitchen.
The previous chef and a newly recruited chef were stir-frying with three apprentices assisting.
Their stir-fry was ordinary dishes, though priced higher than typical inns.
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