Capítulo 895: Chapter 894: Xia Yu’s Three Arrows (Part 2)
Clang!
The kitchen knife fell.
Zhu Qing opened her mouth, “It’s not the ‘Big Universe Shumai’?”
“It is, but it isn’t.”
“So is it or not?” Zhu Qing pretended to grip the knife again, her smile turning dangerous.
Xia Yu wiped the cold sweat off his forehead, “I should say it’s an improved version!”
“And then, you just fiddled with this table of improved noodles all night?” Zhu Qing’s eyes swept over the dining table, her expression complex.
She wanted to say something but stopped.
“Yu, you really don’t need to work so hard.”
Zhu Qing held her breath. At the crucial moment, she didn’t know how to clearly convey her heartfelt words.
She really wanted to tell Xia Yu—
You have two very amazing grandfathers!
If the sky fell, someone tall would hold it up. There’s no need to fight so hard!
For this junior, Zhu Qing felt both pity and guilt.
“Xia Family,” refers to the family and also a clan, but in both family and clan aspects, this identity not only brought no help or benefit to Xia Yu but rather endless pressure, along with the sharks that smelled blood!
“Working hard? What do you mean by that!” Xia Yu was stunned for a moment. “I actually find it very interesting—”
“Interesting?”
Zhu Qing looked at him in disbelief. She thought the proud youth was bluffing, but seeing the genuine smile on Xia Yu’s face, she couldn’t help but be taken aback.
In some sense, Zhu Qing’s culinary resume was even more impressive than Tiqie Helinai’s.
She was promoted to a special grade early on.
Afterward, she successfully broke into the Lin level to become a Lin Chef.
Similarly, these achievements, under the aura of that Heavenly King, became ordinary. When people thought of Zhu Qing’s culinary level and progress speed, they couldn’t help but think, oh, she carries the bloodline of that Heavenly King, so aren’t these achievements expected?
Even Zhu Qing herself naturally attributed her easy rise to a Lin Chef to the Heavenly King’s aura.
Therefore, it’s imaginable that Zhu Qing’s path was smooth, without setbacks.
So she couldn’t understand what Xia Yu meant by “interesting.”
“Challenge, strong opponents, new works…”
Xia Yu shrugged, “Aren’t there interesting stories behind these words?”
He blinked.
“And I’m creating stories!”
“Otherwise, what’s the point of practicing cooking every day?” Xia Yu said directly, “Besides pleasing guests, isn’t surpassing each predecessor, each old monster, very interesting?”
Simple words, yet they radiated a fighting spirit and chill.
Zhu Qing found that in front of this junior, she was the naïve girl.
“Come on—”
Xia Yu pushed the bewildered Zhu Qing onto a chair, “Since you’re up early, help me taste the dishes.”
Looking at the dazzling array of noodles on the table, Zhu Qing was attracted, touched her belly, and gave a happy yet troubled sigh, “So rich, can I finish it all by myself?”
In happiness, there was a greedy possessiveness. She turned her head towards Xia Yu, casting a greedy look.
“All yours, take your time eating!” Xia Yu laughed.
Before long, the sun climbed high, and the morning of the day quietly passed.
“Here, have some clear water!”
Zhu Qing took only two sips before collapsing into a kitchen chair, her eyes vacant.
Pulling over a stool, Xia Yu sat in front of Zhu Qing, looking at her blissfully satisfied face, “Your evaluation?”
“Hey!”
“Wake up…”
“Give me a review!”
Xia Yu reached out to shake her, lightly patting her face. Zhu Qing then mumbled, “Huh? After eating and drinking my fill, I just want to sleep…so sleepy!”
She yawned vaguely, as if trying to use Xia Yu’s hand as a soft pillow, intending to pull it to rest her head on.
Seeing this, Xia Yu was exasperated, “So unreliable!”
From the dark circles and a trace of fatigue on Zhu Qing’s face, Xia Yu guessed she probably had a sleepless night.
Without a choice, Xia Yu deeply missed the girl with the angelic face.
At least, for tasting tasks, the “Divine Tongue” was very reliable and trustworthy. Being a professional taster, her professional attitude was unquestionable.
“If she were by my side, wouldn’t creating new dishes and improving recipes be twice as effective?”
Xia Yu clicked his tongue.
Seeing that it was almost afternoon, Liu Ying, regarded as “Little Miss,” hadn’t gotten up to say hello yet. He was quite concerned, shaking his head while making his way to knock on the little girl’s room door. After a while, with no response, he turned to head for a smaller, more remote kitchen in the old house.
In the kitchen.
Liu Ying was dressed in simple clothes, cute and lively, like a little chef.
She faced the small dining table, lost in thought.
“Little Ying?”
Upon hearing the sound, the little girl quickly turned around, “Ah, Mr. Xia!”
As she greeted him, her little body pressed hard against the dining table as if trying to hide something behind her, her face tense and slightly distorted from nervousness.
Xia Yu tilted his head, and Liu Ying shifted to the side.
She tried to cover up, but quickly couldn’t hold her ground and retreated, her pretty face blushing deep pink.
“Is there a new creation?” Xia Yu didn’t really laugh.
“Yes, yes!”
“Do you need me to taste it and give feedback?”
Liu Ying met his smiling eyes, immediately lowered her head, and nervously twisted her apron, saying, “Mr. Xia, I have a request, can you not make fun of me?”
She showed a side of inferiority.
“Make fun?” Xia Yu shook his head, “Step aside, let me see what you’ve made.”
The young girl, sweating profusely, finally moved aside, and the dish she had been protecting was shyly unveiled.
A golden sight!
Xia Yu was slightly surprised, in his vision, there was unexpectedly a golden dim sum.
Yes, it was a pastry, and one that Xia Yu was very familiar with.
Round, resembling a bun, yet with an appearance that no bun could match, more importantly, the surface of the pastry had a slit like a mouth, making the whole pastry look like a laughing emoji…
“Golden Laughing Bun!”
Squinting for a closer look, Xia Yu’s color changed.
“Not right!”
In an instant, capturing a familiar aroma and golden shimmer, Xia Yu withdrew his gaze from the dining table and stared intently at Liu Ying, who was nervously tugging her apron with a worried expression.
After a moment of silence, Liu Ying was even more nervous, sweating on her forehead, stammering, “Mr. Xia, did I desecrate this ancient recipe? I’m sorry, I couldn’t help but try after watching your Sapporo event footage.”
“I feel that golden wheat matches perfectly with this ancient recipe of Golden Laughing Bun.”
She summoned great courage to add a sentence.
After hearing this, Xia Yu’s expression was unpredictable.
“Sudden enlightenment!”
He suddenly said.
“Huh?”
Ignoring the puzzled Liu Ying, Xia Yu grabbed a freshly steamed, still scalding golden pastry, held it in his hand, and his gaze stopped on the funny mouth-like slit on the pastry’s surface.
Slightly pressed.
“Ka ka ka ka ka…”
A comical sound echoed throughout the small kitchen.
“If it can make a sound, at least it’s a passable standard!” Xia Yu commented on Liu Ying’s dish, bit into it, the vermicelli and beef juice flowed into his mouth, as he chewed, he muttered to himself, “Am I being too conventional? Yet I don’t have the courage of this young girl.”
Why at the start did I limit the pastry recipe that needed improvement to Purple Quality and not see the golden above it?
Xia Yu asked himself.
It’s not that I couldn’t see it, but that the mind full of doubt and stability blocked the higher-level golden recipes.
Indeed still not free enough, everyone says to eat meat!
Xia Yu hmm-ed, chin in hand, reflecting on himself: “Old Purple Recipe lacks interest, and to improve a new Purple Recipe, one must first thoroughly understand the new recipe, only then can one proceed to improve it.”
“Rather than that, why not lock in on Golden Recipe from the start?”
“Golden Laughing Bun, Four Divine Seafood Eight Treasure Soul Suppressing Dumplings…”
His experience at the Sapporo event allowed Xia Yu to touch upon the deeper mysteries of the so-called Supreme Recipe.
On this foundation, saying to improve, shouldn’t be considered desecration?
Furthermore.
The current Xia Yu is undoubtedly far more skilled in cooking than he was before.
With the true Dragon’s Secret Skill, combined with ‘Golden Wheat’.
What might the Supreme Recipe become?
It’s hard to imagine.
Just imagining that glimpse of the scenery made Xia Yu’s eyes shine, and he couldn’t help but exclaim, “Interesting, so interesting, it’s truly fascinating!”
Liu Ying watched him dumbfounded, what’s happened to Mr. Xia?
“Very good!”
With practiced ease, he patted the head.
Xia Yu put a hand on the young girl’s head and ruffled it, Liu Ying covered her head, her eyes glistening with what seemed like tears of grievance, “Ah, my hair is all messed up, Mr. Xia, can you not pat my head, I’m not a little kid…”
“No, no!” Xia Yu sternly refused.
“This is your reward!”
He playfully winked at the young girl, “Because, you decided the third golden arrow for me!”
The third golden arrow?
Liu Ying simply couldn’t understand Mr. Xia’s rambling.
On the other side.
Still unaware that he would face the “Three Golden Arrows,” Wei Zhong, after visiting several big shots and finalizing a guest audience list, locked himself in the kitchen, pondering the trump card to reveal in the food battle.
Wei Zhong wasn’t planning to hold back.
Experienced as he is, he knows all too well the life principle that even a lion must go all out when hunting a rabbit.
“So, which recipe should be used?”
Wei Zhong wasn’t worried about the culinary battle’s rules.
Cleaning up the faction, the name of this food battle, is legitimate, too perfect, giving him an absolute advantage.