signingbooks Chapter 167 is completely unscientific!
Chapter 167 is completely unscientific!
The cool breeze whistled through the old street, but it couldn't dispel the tangled mess in Zhou Benchang's mind that was about to explode.
He clutched the plastic takeout box tightly, his shoes clattering rapidly on the cobblestones, yet his body was slowly radiating cold air due to the absurd and sudden thought that had been running through his mind.
"Something's not right... This is too surreal."
It's not delicious at all!
Zhou Benchang lowered his head and muttered something barely audible in the cold wind.
Having been a chef for so long, Zhou Benchang asks himself, what kind of divine cooking techniques haven't I tasted?
But ironically, right there on this dilapidated street, his specialty was completely defeated by the coarse garlic and red chili peppers.
This is so illogical.
Is this the kind of skill a chef from such a remote and impoverished area could possess?!
"Chen Feng... Chen Feng..."
Zhou Benchang's lips moved involuntarily, the name appearing in his mind more than a dozen times. Suddenly, he stopped in his tracks in a state of panic.
A ridiculous thought that he had scoffed at and even arrogantly laughed at when he first heard the name this morning suddenly exploded in his mind again.
[How could that legendary prodigy, who single-handedly overturned the state banquet kitchen within the red walls of Beijing and astonished countless national leaders, possibly end up in this desolate old street, littered with trivialities?]
These were his exact words from this morning.
But at this moment, the lingering sweetness of the yellow wine and garlic in my mouth, and the strange face of Su Chen, the second young master of the Su family, who was working as a waiter and table-wiping servant behind the counter next door... these two things, which were the most irrefutable evidence, collided with each other in my mind with a "boom".
Zhou Benchang's face instantly turned from a liverish color to a deathly pale white.
Could it be...?
What a coincidence!
"Even if you beat me to death... I don't want to believe it!!"
Zhou Benchang, clutching the collar of his sweat-soaked white shirt, gasped sharply.
Those immortal figures within the red walls of the capital, what kind of heavenly wealth and promising future did they have?
Once outside the Forbidden City, what was his patron, whom even the most prestigious five-star restaurants and private clubs in all of China couldn't afford to hire even if they smashed their checkbooks?!
Why would someone spend every day haggling with a bunch of peasants and college students over a mere thirty-six yuan?!
This makes no sense at all, and it's not how a normal head chef should behave!
However, when Zhou Benchang was in the inner circle of the government, due to the rigid rules of seniority and hierarchy, he had only ever heard about the man's legend and had never actually met him.
Even if the two sides really bump into each other later, Zhou Benchang would have no idea whether this "Chen Feng" was the real god who overturned the stove.
"Su Ang...Young Master Su must have some information!!"
Zhou Benchang gritted his teeth, a glimmer of anxious longing flashing in his cloudy eyes.
The Su Group has connections everywhere in the south of the city. Since Su Ang was able to set up such a massive network to block them, he must have used his informants to investigate this small, unassuming restaurant. He definitely has channels to know some unknown inside information!
However, now is not the time to dig deeper.
Zhou Benchang sniffed and awkwardly looked down at the still-steaming plastic takeout box in his arms.
As a top-tier master, he messed up the task assigned by the Su Group. Now, his most important task is to get back to his car and give the person in charge—the eldest young master of the Su family—a satisfactory explanation.
If it weren't for this box of braised pork noodles for the other person to try, and he had just gone over and said that he couldn't even compare to an old man, Su Ang would definitely have been so angry that he would have cursed him out on the spot.
"He needs to taste it himself...that's the most convincing way!!"
Zhou Benchang turned around sharply. At that moment, he didn't care about his dignity or restraint. He pressed the garlic-scented takeout box into his arms with one hand.
With a single step, his figure even left a messy afterimage, and he was three times faster than when he came over.
He rushed off in a frantic rush toward the black Mercedes.
At the corner of the long street, inside the Mercedes-Benz, the atmosphere was slightly cold.
Su Ang rested his hand impatiently on the back of the leather chair. Although his handsome face still wore a smug smirk, the impatience that unconsciously showed in his dark eyes could not be hidden.
"President Su, about Master Zhou... Just now, an informant saw him take off his chef's uniform, and then angrily run out the door to Old Liu's Noodle Shop at the east end of the long street."
The third brother stood anxiously outside the car door, clutching the intercom tightly in his hand, and reported cautiously.
"Old Liu's Noodle Shop?"
Su Ang raised an eyebrow slightly, a hint of confusion flashing in his eyes behind his glasses, before letting out a haughty, disdainful sneer:
"This old man is really getting worse as he gets older."
Why not focus on cooking in the restaurant instead of going to that run-down noodle shop where even flies wouldn't land?
Could it be that this renowned master chef of state banquets would actually want to personally smash the stove of a lowly old man from the streets who doesn't even have a chef's license?
Su Ang slammed his cigar into the ashtray, exhaling a thick cloud of smoke, his tone filled with absolute arrogance about his strength:
"Don't worry about what he's going to do."
Zhou Benchang spent eight years inside the red walls of Beijing, and the matsutake chicken soup he made with his own hands was incredibly elegant.
Third brother, keep a close eye on the data in the backend. As long as Master Zhou's name is still shining on the street, it's only a matter of time before those ignorant fools return.
Faced with pure culinary skill, Chen Feng and his team couldn't make much of a splash.
"Yes, yes!! President Su is wise. With Master Zhou's skills, victory is definitely assured..."
The third brother hurriedly raised his voice to flatter and agree, but at this moment, his mouth was still unconsciously secreting saliva like crazy.
A pair of eyes stared blankly at the long line outside the "Human World" gate.
"Thump, thump, thump!!"
Just as the two were talking, a series of extremely urgent and awkward splashing sounds suddenly came from the wet stone road outside the car window.
Su Ang's narrow eyebrows furrowed sharply, and he glanced coldly out the car window.
A middle-aged, overweight man, dressed in a thin white shirt and soaked in sweat, was hunched over without any regard for his image, clutching a plastic takeout box that was emitting a wonderful aroma to his chest as if it were a precious treasure.
His plump face was flushed, and he was panting heavily, looking exactly like a notorious thief who had just escaped from prison.
It was Zhou Benchang.
This top-tier master, who held absolute power in the south of the city and was adored by thousands, was now in a state of utter disarray, hastily crashing headfirst into the door of a black Mercedes-Benz!
"Bang!!"
Zhou Benchang rudely pulled open the car door, bringing with him a strong, unruly smell of braised pork, and with a thud, awkwardly and uncomfortably plopped down opposite Su Ang.