The first thing I did was to find out

Chapter 639 Extra Chapter: Xia Murui's Story (Part 4)
Zhao Cheng'an rushed into the neighboring health-focused restaurant and excitedly ordered food, while Qin Huai sat in the noodle shop and quietly recounted the conversation that had just taken place next door to Xia Murui.

The main point was to repeat Jiang Weiguo's swear words; no one else spoke. Qin Huai guessed that only Jiang Weiguo and Jiang Jiankang were in the kitchen. When his father was swearing, Jiang Jiankang, as the son, didn't dare to refute him and could only silently endure the insults, almost being called a grandson.

Zhao Cheng'an's order for food was undoubtedly huge, so huge that Jiang Weiguo stopped scolding him and started supervising his son's cooking.

After Jiang Weiguo fell silent, Jiang Jiankang cried out in despair, "The customer ordered pork knuckle? Any kind of pork knuckle is fine? No pre-order? I only made one pork knuckle today! My pork knuckle! Xiulian, can you tell the customer that we don't have any pork knuckle today?"

"Snapped."

A crisp slap sounded. Judging from the sound, Qin Huai guessed that the slap must have landed on Jiang Jiankang's shoulder, and it was quite forceful.

Jiang Weiguo is indeed in good health; he has so much strength even when slapping his son.

25 minutes later, Zhao Cheng'an sent a message to Qin Huai, asking him to bring Xia Murui back to the hotel so that the three of them could go to the hotel to sample Jiang Jiankang's cooking.

After entering the Healthy Restaurant, Zhao Cheng'an saw the menu on the wall and, intrigued, ordered another dish. Stir-fried pork with chili peppers, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, stir-fried cabbage, stewed chicken with mushrooms, twice-cooked pork, sweet and sour pork ribs, sweet and sour pork tenderloin, braised pork belly, Dongpo pork knuckle, and seaweed and egg drop soup filled the small table in the restaurant, almost overflowing—the portions at the Healthy Restaurant were quite large.

Looking at the dishes on the table, Qin Huai felt that Zhao Cheng'an's appetite hadn't reached that level yet; he had overestimated himself. He asked, "Why is there seaweed and egg soup? What kind of culinary skill can we see from this dish?"

Zhao Cheng'an chuckled: "I want to drink it."

After saying that, Zhao Cheng'an took out a small plastic bowl from the plastic bag, poured himself a bowl of soup, and drank it all in one gulp.

Then the three of them began to sample the dishes on the table.

how to say……

After actually tasting Jiang Jiankang's cooking, Qin Huai suddenly felt that Jiang Weiguo's criticism earlier made a lot of sense. The closure of the state-run restaurant might really be because Jiang Weiguo retired early and handed over the head chef position to Jiang Jiankang.

To be fair, Jiang Jiankang's culinary skills aren't bad; he has the ability of a head chef in a typical high-end restaurant, but that's about it. Keep in mind, Jiang Jiankang is currently at the peak of his career as a hot-dish chef—he has experience, stamina, and still has room for improvement.

Unless Jiang Jiankang obtains a culinary system, his culinary skills will likely only be slightly better than they are now at their peak. The next five years will be his culinary peak, after which his skills will decline entirely.

His experience may accumulate and his skills may mature, but physical aging and the decline of his sense of taste are inevitable. Only top chefs can compensate for physical limitations with experience, and Jiang Jiankang clearly does not meet that standard.

Judging from his current culinary skills, his cooking skills when he was young and unmarried...

Qin Huai sighed and put down his chopsticks.

Xia Murui also sighed and put down her chopsticks.

The two exchanged a glance, both seeing the same message in each other's eyes:

If Jiang Weiguo's only heir's culinary skills are only at this level, how can Taifeng Restaurant possibly reopen?

I don't even expect the student to surpass the master, how come they can't even inherit their father's skills?

Zhao Cheng'an, who was gulping down his seaweed and egg soup, was relatively optimistic. He put down his bowl and asked, "You guys say that Jiang Weiguo didn't inherit Chef Jiang's culinary skills. He's a bit of a maverick, learning by himself from various masters, which is why he's so good at pork dishes. So, what's the possibility that his son didn't actually inherit his specialty either? What's the chance that Jiang Jiankang isn't really good at pork dishes, but rather other kinds of dishes?"

"I noticed that the first dish on the menu posted on the wall of Jiankang Restaurant is stir-fried shredded potatoes. What do you think is the probability that stir-fried shredded potatoes is his specialty?"

Qin Huai asked, "How much is stir-fried shredded potatoes?"

"Nine yuan. I saw that the price tag was changed from eight yuan to one yuan."

What is the second dish?

"Cucumber salad, 8 yuan, no price increase."

"Don't even think about it, that menu is obviously arranged by price."

The three of them sighed in unison.

Zhao Cheng'an looked at Qin Huai: "Why don't you go and be honest with Jiang Weiguo, Qin Huai? Although I'm not familiar with him, and he was probably not even 10 years old when I died, what if he's as good at accepting things as Xia Murui?"

“You’ve already met him, so tell him that you are Qin Huai, and that the Li family wants to give Taifeng Restaurant to him. Your only wish is to reopen Taifeng Restaurant, and you are willing to work as a pastry chef at Taifeng Restaurant without pay to help him reopen it.”

Qin Huai solemnly replied, "First of all, I will not do it for free."

Secondly, Taifenglou is a restaurant specializing in red-cooked dishes.

Qin Huai's implication was that he could help Jiang Weiguo reopen Taifenglou, but the white case could not overshadow the red case.

Of course, the ideal scenario is that the Jiang family is capable of reopening Taifeng Restaurant on their own. If Qin Huai were to become a pastry chef at Taifeng Restaurant, Huang Anyao would fly from Shanghai to Beijing the very next day, clinging to Qin Huai's leg and crying as he questioned, "As the largest shareholder of Huang's Restaurant, how could you fund the enemy? How many shares did Taifeng Restaurant actually give you? I can transfer all my shares to you!"

The three of them sighed in unison again.

"Let's go again tonight," Qin Huai said. "Zhao Cheng'an, you and Xia Murui go into the restaurant and order. Let Xia Murui order the specialties."

"Don't order your lousy scrambled eggs with tomatoes and seaweed and egg drop soup."

Zhao Cheng'an: _(:з」∠)_
At 6:1 p.m., Zhao Cheng'an and Xia Murui, dressed normally, entered the Health Restaurant. Qin Huai did not go to the noodle shop next door to eat noodles, but instead bought water at the convenience store next door.

At this time, the restaurant was already full of customers, with only one table empty, on which were four plates of hot dishes: braised eggplant, braised pork belly, stir-fried pork intestines with green peppers, and radish and pork rib soup—a rather sumptuous meal.

Upon seeing guests enter, Wang Xiulian hurriedly went to greet them. After recognizing one of the guests as her important client from lunchtime, she smiled so broadly that her double chin became a triple chin.

"Handsome, what would you like to eat tonight? Is this your grandfather? Tonight we have radish and pork rib soup, winter melon and pork rib soup, and kelp and pork rib soup. Pork rib soup is good for calcium, so older folks can drink more of it." Wang Xiulian enthusiastically promoted the pork rib soup, pointing to the table with the dishes on it. "This table is fine, it's reserved for my son. School doesn't let out until 5:50, and he hasn't come back yet, so I'll put the dishes away first."

"No need, we'll pack it up," Zhao Cheng'an waved his hand repeatedly.

After looking at the menu on the wall, Xia Murui started ordering: "Vegetables with oil, Kung Pao Chicken, Braised Lion's Head Meatballs, Steamed White Fish, Sweet and Sour Pork... They even have Wensi Tofu, I'll have that."

"Give us one of the braised pork knuckles for lunch too." "Sure, most of the dishes are freshly cooked, so it might take a while. Please have a seat, my son can eat at the kitchen door later." Wang Xiulian became even more enthusiastic, quickly pulling out chairs for the two of them to sit and wait.

Qin Huai, buying water next door: ...

Why didn't Zhao Cheng'an order Wensi Tofu for lunch, even though it's on the menu? Does he not like tofu?
Zhao Cheng'an and Xia Murui were sitting in the health-focused restaurant, while Qin Huai could only sit and wait in the convenience store. Qin Huai made an excuse about waiting for a friend, and the convenience store owner kindly brought him a plastic chair to sit by the door, saying it wouldn't block the way.

Qin Huai sat at the door playing on his phone and chatting with Zheng Siyuan on WeChat.

Since Qin Huai woke up, he hasn't seen Zheng Siyuan yet, and Zheng Siyuan hasn't tasted Qin Huai's latest upgraded cooking skills. Of course, Qin Huai is also too afraid to let Zheng Siyuan taste them.

It wasn't that Qin Huai was afraid Zheng Siyuan wouldn't believe the story he made up; Qin Huai was mainly afraid that Zheng Siyuan would believe it too much, to the point of going mad and actually trying to activate the system, and eventually having to see a psychiatrist.

Although Zheng Siyuan didn't get to taste the S-grade dessert, it didn't mean Qin Huai couldn't give him remote guidance. Before he woke up, the two were inseparable culinary blunderers, with Qin Huai making mistakes and then Zheng Siyuan making them, only Zheng Siyuan made fewer mistakes. Now that Qin Huai wasn't making mistakes anymore, he couldn't just watch his good friend make them. Zheng Siyuan had recently been researching fresh meat mooncakes, and had some new ideas, some of which were also going to lead to some mishaps.

To prevent his good friend from going astray, Qin Huai could only use less sophisticated methods to guide Zheng Siyuan onto the right path. This led to Zheng Siyuan becoming obsessed with making fresh meat mooncakes and chatting with Qin Huai on WeChat more frequently.

He suspected that Qin Huai had gained enlightenment again, and asked Qin Huai how well he had grasped it.

Qin Huai could only laugh it off, saying that no one is enlightened every day; he hadn't truly enlightened, he just had some new insights.

As we were talking, two hungry voices came from outside the convenience store.

"I'm starving! Teacher Wang went overtime again today, even the last math class."

"I'm starving too. Jiang Feng, why does your math teacher always keep us late? I almost bought a pancake at the school gate just to wait for you."

"Xiuxiu, why aren't you buying anything?"

"Uncle Jiang is making braised pork knuckle today, what kind of sesame seed cake should I have? Aunt Wang, where should Jiang Feng and I sit to eat today? Can I mix the pork knuckle sauce with my rice?"

Qin Huai looked out the direction of the sound and only caught a glimpse of Jiang Feng rushing into the health center.

"Hey." Qin Huai was startled and subconsciously chased after him, almost walking into the health center. He stopped at the entrance and pretended to be a passerby, taking two steps forward.

At the health-focused restaurant, Wang Xiulian, who was doing the accounting behind the counter, quickly stood up and offered her seat to Chen Xiuxiu: "Xiuxiu, the restaurant is full today, so you can sit here and eat. Xiaofeng, Mom will get you a small stool, you can sit on the stool and eat."

"Wow, Aunt Wang, business is so good today! May your business prosper!" Chen Xiuxiu said with a smile as she sat down.

The next second, she couldn't laugh anymore.

"Xiuxiu, the braised pork knuckle was ordered by a customer again tonight."

Xia Murui, the customer who ordered the braised pork knuckle, calmly looked at the menu and glanced at Jiang Feng.

"Xiao Feng, Grandpa's here. Hurry up and go to the kitchen to greet him." Wang Xiulian winked at Jiang Feng.

Jiang Feng rushed into the kitchen: "Grandpa!"

"What are you doing in the kitchen? Didn't I teach you when you were learning to cook as a kid? Only chefs are allowed in the kitchen when they're working. Are you a chef? Did you change your clothes? Get out of here right now!"

Jiang Feng could only slink away.

Zhao Cheng'an watched from the table, marveling at how Jiang Weiguo treated his grandson like a grandson and scolded him.

Qin Huai just squatted quietly in a spot a little inside the entrance of the health restaurant. The people inside couldn't see him, and he couldn't see the people inside, but he just wanted to squat there quietly.

Feel it quietly.

Jiang Feng and Chen Xiuxiu were in a hurry to eat and rush back to school. The two high school students were at the age when their appetites were the greatest. They ate their meals in a flash, finishing their meals and then hurriedly ran out of the Healthy Restaurant to go back to school for evening self-study.

When Jiang Feng ran out, Qin Huai stood up and watched him leave, seeing his back as he went.

Another ten minutes or so passed before all the dishes Xia Murui had ordered were cooked. Zhao Cheng'an, carrying a full bag of takeout containers, followed Xia Murui out of the Healthy Restaurant. Almost as soon as they stepped out of the door, Xia Murui shook her head and sighed helplessly.

"The food is being served too slowly."

"That's normal. This is just a typical hole-in-the-wall restaurant, a small business. There's only one person working in the kitchen, and the business is so good, they probably don't usually cook elaborate dishes. Many dishes aren't always on hand, so the steamed white fish must have been made to order," Qin Huai said.

Xia Murui was very sad because even though the Jiang family's descendants had been found, Taifeng Restaurant still could not be reopened.

"Xia Murui, you don't need to worry too much," Qin Huai said softly, slowly walking forward along the street Jiang Feng had just ridden his bicycle. "Do you remember Jiang Feng that I told you about?"

"Seventh Young Master's grandson?"

"Yes, he is the only grandson who has practiced basic skills with Jiang Weiguo for 7 years. Although Jiang Weiguo complains, I can tell from Grandma Zhao's description that Jiang Feng has practiced basic skills well and has not been lazy. He has worked hard. Otherwise, Jiang Weiguo would not have been so angry because Jiang Feng went to high school and completely gave up learning to cook."

"What's wrong with him?" Zhao Cheng'an asked.

“When he came to eat, I sensed my power through him.”

"Very faint."

"I don't know if the abilities I lacked didn't fully go to him, or if they were also distributed to others."

"Reopening Taifeng Restaurant is not only your wish, but also Huiqin's wish, my wish, and I believe it will also be Qin's wish."

"Don't be too disappointed. I think the opportunity might lie with Jiang Feng. Maybe I'm not the male lead in a system novel, but he is?"

“Let’s go back to the hotel and discuss this further. I’ll call Lao Shi over tonight. I plan to stay here and observe Jiang Feng for a while. Lao Shi hasn’t finished his thousand-day breakfast mission yet, and the raw embryos I left for him are only enough for four days.”

(End of this chapter)