I've been possessed by a culinary genius, and I've turned Shaxian snacks into a rip-off!

A few minutes later.

Li Zhibai, once again relying on his silver tongue, finally managed to keep Liu Dexin in check.

After realizing what had happened, Zhao Xiaomei also came to testify. She often set up a stall here, so she naturally knew that the shop had just been transferred and that Li Zhibai had just taken it over.

She was unaware that Liu Dexin had indeed been swindled out of over 100,000 yuan by Li Zhibai, and assumed that Liu Dexin had a grudge against the former boss of Shaxian County.

With witness testimony, Li Zhibai then took out his phone and showed the other party the chat logs and transfer records showing how he was tricked into signing a contract by his college roommate Zhao Lei and inexplicably saddled with a debt of 600,000 yuan.

After reviewing the irrefutable evidence, Liu Dexin was filled with shame.

"Sorry, brother! I acted impulsively, really impulsively."

"Here's what we're going to do: if you ever find out anything about that boss, please tell me. I'll kill that bastard in the street and get revenge for you."

Li Zhibai: "..."

Finally, Liu Dexin left in a much better mood than when he arrived.

He could at least get reimbursed by his boss for the 17 yuan. If the boss refused to reimburse him, he could just quit and apply for labor arbitration to get the money back.

But the boss of Xinsha County couldn't even find anyone, and had nowhere to ask for money; he was indeed much worse off than him.

He immediately felt at peace.

After Liu Dexin left, Li Zhibai finally breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

"Damn, that scared me to death. I almost thought I was going to be on the news today."

He even came up with a title for the reporter: "Shaxian County Boss Gets Publicly Criticized by Customer in the Street!"

He then looked at Zhao Xiaomei and said, "Big sister, thank you for helping me out of that situation earlier."

Zhao Xiaomei: "No need to thank me, Boss Li. I know you're a good person; you're definitely not the kind of heartless boss."

Upon hearing this, Li Zhibai thought to himself: You really have a good eye for people!

"Big sister, what brings you here?"

"Mr. Li, I do have a favor to ask of you, it's about my son."

Upon hearing this, Li Zhibai's heart sank: "Sister Zhao, what's wrong? Is it your son's illness...?"

Zhao Xiaomei quickly shook her head: "No, no, it's because my son is going to have surgery the day after tomorrow. Just before the surgery, he told me he wanted to eat fried rice with eggs."

Fried rice with egg.

It's this again.

Li Zhibai had previously thought that the key to obtaining the Heart of Gourmet Food lay with that child, and now it seems that he was right.

"Boss Li, I knew you were a great cook when I saw your fried rice last time. I really don't know how to make it taste like the one he wants, so I have to ask you for help."

As Zhao Xiaomei spoke, tears streamed down her face, and she knelt down with a thud: "This is my son's greatest wish. I'm begging you, Boss Li..."

Li Zhibai quickly reached out to help her up, saying, "No! No! Big sister, please get up."

"Okay, I'll go to the hospital with you to see the child."

...........

Jiangcheng Children's Hospital, Inpatient Department.

Li Zhibai followed Zhao Xiaomei through the corridor filled with the smell of disinfectant, and in the innermost six-person ward, he saw Zhao Xiaomei's son.

Zhao Xiaomei's son is named Gao Siqi. He is six years old this year. He is thin and small, with a pale face and big, bright eyes, like two black grapes.

At that moment, he was leaning against the hospital bed eating plain porridge from the hospital cafeteria, but he only took two bites before refusing to eat any more.

"Mom, this doesn't taste good. I want to eat fried rice with eggs," Gao Siqi said, feeling wronged, when she saw her mother return.

"Siqi, be good. Mom has found you the best chef uncle. He can definitely make the fried rice you want to eat." Zhao Xiaomei pointed to Li Zhibai next to her.

Upon hearing this, Gao Si's eyes lit up instantly: "Uncle, do you really know how to make that kind of white egg fried rice?"

"Siqi, tell your uncle first, what does that white fried rice with eggs you mentioned look like?" Li Zhibai asked.

Gao Siqi thought for a moment, then gestured with her two little hands.

"They're white, with little grains like pearls, and they taste like eggs. They're incredibly delicious."

"Anything else? Like the taste or something?" Li Zhibai asked again.

Gao Siqi frowned, trying hard to recall the taste.

"Hmm... that rice has a chewy texture, and besides the egg flavor, it also seems to have a bamboo flavor, just like the bamboo grove behind my house, a faint and very pleasant smell."

Li Zhibai was stunned for a moment.

The taste of bamboo? How can there be a bamboo taste in fried rice?

That's quite unusual.

Li Zhibai did not interrupt the other person and continued to listen to his description.

"It also... has the aroma of meat, but not the aroma of braised pork. It's more like the meaty aroma that comes out of the stove when Mom steams rice cakes during Chinese New Year."

"It also tastes like mushrooms... After eating it, my mouth felt sweet and warm, like being held in my mother's arms."

After Gao Siqi managed to describe the taste he remembered, he asked again, "Uncle, can you make fried rice that tastes like this?"

Li Zhibai frowned as he looked at his expectant eyes.

What is this thing? It's way too complicated!

"Big sister, come out for a moment."

The two walked into the corridor, and Zhao Xiaomei wiped away her tears, her voice choked with sobs:

"Boss Li, to tell you the truth, my son went missing once. The whole village searched for him for two days and one night before finally finding him in a ravine in the mountains. When he was brought back, he was almost exhausted from hunger. At that time, there was not much food at home, so I quickly made him a fried rice with the leftovers and lied and said it was egg fried rice."

"It wasn't that I deliberately didn't put eggs in; we just happened to be out of eggs that day. But my son still ate it with great relish, saying it was delicious..."

Li Zhibai finally understood.

The relationship turned out to be a huge misunderstanding.

A child who has been hungry for two days will definitely find a bowl of hot fried rice delicious when they come home.

As for the fried rice he described, it was probably a figment of his imagination due to extreme hunger; it simply doesn't exist in reality…

wrong!

Just then, Li Zhibai suddenly thought of a dish that was said to be lost to time.

——Bodhi Jade Studio.

It's the kind of fried rice that looks like a plate of plain white rice, but is actually a dish with a very rich and complex flavor profile.

Could he try using his god-like culinary skills to recreate the flavor that Gao Siqi imagined, referencing the recipes of Bodhi Jade Studio?

The more Li Zhibai thought about it, the more feasible it seemed. He immediately said to Zhao Xiaomei:

"Don't worry, big sister, I'll definitely make sure this child gets the fried rice he wants tomorrow."

"But let's be clear, it's not free," he added.

"Thank you! Thank you, boss!"

"I'm willing to spend any amount of money as long as Siqi can eat his favorite fried rice."

"Okay, let's add each other on WeChat. Wait for my message."