gourmet restaurant

Chapter 165 No way
"If you get No.1 in the exchange match, then even if you win, I won't bother you! Regarding the recipe, we don't have to!

But if you lose, besides giving me the recipe unconditionally, you have to add one more. "Xue Lei said.

"What?" Wen Tongming said with his eyes fixed.

"It means that you are not allowed to be a chef for life! You can't engage in work related to catering!" Xue Lei said sadly.

Wen Tongming's face changed wildly, it was almost a bet with his dream and future.

"How about you kid? Do you dare to bet?" Xue Lei said.There is a reason for what he does. After all, those recipes were improved and created by Wen Jinping. If his descendants are also chefs, they will still have some influence on him.

But if they take advantage of this opportunity to let Wen Tongming, the only one in the Wen family who is engaged in the chef industry, quit this industry, then they will be the only ones!
Even if the recipe was leaked afterwards, they still have a claim.

And this bet actually has a great chance of winning for them!He has heard about what kind of guy Wen Tongming is, so he also wants to get No.1?
Even if he has the strength to get No.1, he still has a way to prevent him from getting No.1!
In this way, he can obtain recipes without any effort, and at the same time drive Wen Tongming out of the world of chefs. How could he not have thought of killing two birds with one stone?

Wen Tongming thought a lot, and finally gritted his teeth and said, "Okay! I promise you!"

"Haha, courageous!" Xue Lei laughed loudly!
"Then let's sign a written document?" Wen Tongming asked.

"Okay, just sign a written document! If you write it down in black and white, it is considered a proof!" Xue Lei said.

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"Is that the reason?" Jiang Yang asked after hearing what Wen Tongming said.

"Well, if I lose, I won't be able to be a chef anymore. And... I have to give away my grandfather's life's hard work!" Wen Tongming said in a depressed mood.

"I have eaten your dishes, you are an excellent cook, you have to have confidence in yourself!" Jiang Yang encouraged.

"Confidence...I used to have confidence too, but I realized how arrogant I was after I really got in touch with it! I thought I could be on par with a first-class chef, even if I wasn't as good...the difference is not far away, but I just realized today that I am far behind !” Wen Tongming said.

"Isn't it just a first-class chef, just don't be cowardly!" Jiang Yang said.

Wen Tongming glanced at Jiang Yang, he didn't know whether Jiang Yang was ignorant or really didn't care about first-level chefs!Perhaps, he simply doesn't know the weight that a first-class chef represents.

"I suddenly became interested, why don't we compete for the first place together?" Jiang Yang said.

Wen Tongming heard the words and looked at Jiang Yang. He didn't quite understand what Jiang Yang meant.

"Maybe I can help you!" Jiang Yang said confidently.

"Help? How?" Wen Tongming asked doubtfully.

"If I were a first-class chef, can I help you?" Jiang Yang asked.

"What! First-class chef! You!" Wen Tongming said in surprise.

"Yes." Jiang Yang said.

Wen Tongming suddenly thought of something, and said dejectedly: "What about the first-level chef? You can't ask for foreign help."

"As the saying goes, one or three cobblers are the best Zhuge Liang. Two people can do more than one!" Jiang Yang said.

"That's right, but..." Wen Tongming hesitated.

"But what? Could it be that you really want your grandfather's hard work to be taken away by others before you are willing? Now you have nothing to lose, don't you?" Jiang Yang interrupted Wen Tongming.

When Wen Tongming was told by Jiang Yang, he fell into silence... As Jiang Yang said, he has nothing to lose, so... why not take a gamble!
"Okay!" Wen Tongming said.

Jiang Yang smiled...

……

In the kitchen of Wen Tongming's shop, Jiang Yang and Wen Tongming were standing here.

"Do you have any ideas for tomorrow?" Jiang Yang asked.

"No, my thoughts are in a mess now, and my best dishes are no better than others." Wen Tongming said.

"It's okay, let's take our time, there is still one day for us to think." Jiang Yang said.

"Yeah." Wen Tongming nodded, he knew he couldn't be in a hurry, but he couldn't help it.

Suddenly, Jiang Yang said, "Have you ever thought about using the old man's recipe?"

"Yes, the dishes I can cook are all taught by my grandfather." Wen Tongming said.

"Let's do this first. It's useless to just think about it here. If you cook a few dishes first, you may have inspiration." Jiang Yang said.

"Yeah." Wen Tongming nodded and started cooking.

Jiang Yang could see that Wen Tongming's foundation was very solid, and it took long-term practice to reach this level.

What Wen Tongming cooks is Maoxuewang, and there are no problems with the handling of the ingredients and the control of the fire, which is not far behind Jiang Yang.

Finally, out of the pot and on a plate, Jiang Yang picked up the chopsticks and took a bite.

This dish can't be said to be bad, but it can't be said to be good either!The taste is quite satisfactory, there is no highlight, and there is no obvious deficiency.If it is sold out, it is just an ordinary Maoxuewang.

Jiang Yang had eaten Maoxuewang from a roadside stall before, and the feeling was very novel. It seemed that the taste was similar to that made by Wen Tongming, but that roadside stall just tasted better.

Shaking his head, Jiang Yang put down his chopsticks. With this level of cooking alone, he would definitely not be able to beat a first-level chef!

A trace of disappointment flashed in Wen Tongming's eyes, sure enough... still not working?

"Don't be discouraged! Let's continue!" Jiang Yang encouraged.

Wen Tongming nodded and started cooking the second dish.This is chicken offal with pickled peppers, a stir-fried dish that requires high heat.

Wen Tongming's movements are proficient, and he is extremely proficient in turning the pot, putting in the seasoning, and starting the pot, as if he has practiced countless times.

Soon, Jiang Yang still shook his head, this dish was good in every way, just like Maoxuewang just now, I always felt that something was missing.

Wen Tongming said in a low voice: "Is it really not possible? It seems that the recipe is destined to be given away."

"What are you talking about! How can you admit defeat at the last moment? Take heart, you haven't lost yet, if you admit defeat now, then you really lost!" Jiang Yang shouted.

Wen Tongming was shocked, his eyes became firm, and he said, "Yes, I haven't lost yet! If I just give up like this, then what qualifications do I have to become a chef!"

After speaking, Wen Tongming started cooking the third dish.

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"no!"

Wen Tongming threw away the vegetables and continued cooking!

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"No!" Jiang Yang shook his head.

Wen Tongming gritted his teeth and continued cooking.

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"Still not!" Jiang Yang sighed,

Wen Tongming sat on the ground in disappointment. He had already cooked all the dishes he knew, but none of them could!He tried his best!
Jiang Yang rubbed his chin and kept thinking.There is nothing wrong with Wen Tongming's. The heat and seasoning of each dish is okay, but it doesn't feel so delicious.

What's the problem?

"Can I have a look at the recipe?" Jiang Yang said.

Wen Tongming was silent for a while, and said: "Yes, my grandpa has never been stingy with his recipes. It's just that Xue Lei and the others are too much, wanting to own the recipes alone, and not allowing my grandpa to pass them on to others. This is why my grandpa is unwilling to share the recipes Give them reasons.

In the current situation, I guess I can't win the bet, so I'll show you. "

With that said, Wen Tongming took out the menu from a corner.

This is a thread-bound book with a very simple appearance.If the paper wasn't so new, Jiang Yang would have thought it was an ancient book.

Opening the recipe, there are densely packed with notes on some cooking steps, as well as some words such as seasoning ratios.Jiang Yang took a closer look and found that these words were all handwritten!
Gently stroking the menu, Jiang Yang seemed to be able to feel the emotion poured into it by Mr. Wen; as if he saw the old man who was leaning over the table at night and writing words stroke by stroke.

(End of this chapter)