Era: You're asked to cook a home-style dish, but you cook Wellington.

Seeing Zhou Guodong like this, the experienced chefs also stepped forward and eagerly picked up a slice of meat with their chopsticks and put it in their mouths.

Tender yet not dry, fragrant yet not greasy, savory and delicious, with a lingering sweet aftertaste, this dish is at its peak.

Knife skills, cooking time, and seasoning are all combined and complement each other.

This isn't just stir-frying; it's the epitome of simplicity!

Zhou Guodong slowly put down his chopsticks, bowed deeply to Gao Yang, his voice trembling:

"Master Gao... I'm impressed."

"You're not cooking, you're crafting a flawless work of art."

He picked up another slice of meat with his chopsticks and put it in his mouth, chewing it carefully with a look of fascination on his face.

"Having worked in this field for thirty years, I consider myself a master, having learned from many schools of thought. But seeing this today, it's like an ant trying to shake a tree!"

A tear rolled down his cheek.

Zhou Guodong gently put down his chopsticks, let out a long sigh, and his eyes regained some clarity.

"Wang Biao, admit defeat. You have no reason to lose to Master Gao."

The entire venue erupted in an instant.

"What?! Wang Biao actually lost? He's Master Zhou's apprentice! How could he possibly lose?"

"Impossible. It's just stir-fried pork with chili peppers. Wang Biao makes it so delicious. How much better can Gao Yang be than Wang Biao?"

"Idiot, did you see the look on these experienced masters' faces? I told you not to underestimate Gao Yang, not to underestimate Gao Yang, who listened to me?"

When Wang Biao heard Zhou Guodong's words, his brain was buzzing, and he couldn't accept it for a moment.

"Clang"

He staggered and bumped into a table beside him, causing several stainless steel basins to fall to the ground.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

Wang Biao's face was blank as he muttered to himself.

"When I was a chef, this kid wasn't even fully grown up yet. How could his cooking possibly be better than mine?"

In just over ten seconds, blood vessels appeared in Wang Biao's eyes, turning them crimson.

He lunged forward in disbelief, roughly using his chopsticks to pick up a slice of meat and put it into his mouth.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! You must have bribed the referee! I refuse to believe that you can cook better than me...it tastes better."

Before Wang Biao finished speaking, the aroma of stir-fried pork with chili peppers exploded in his mouth, like a bomb, assaulting his taste buds.

"This...this..."

Wang Biao's pupils suddenly dilated, and he was so engrossed in chewing that he forgot to speak.

His body was out of control, and he suddenly knelt on the ground with a "plop".

"I lost, I lost."

The chopsticks slipped from his hand, and his arrogance was completely shattered, leaving only deep frustration and shame on his face.

Wang Biao practiced stir-fried pork with chili peppers thousands of times, and he believed he had mastered both the cooking time and the seasoning.

But Gao Yang's version, which followed the exact same steps as his, tasted completely different!

It's a deep-seated control, an ultimate understanding of heat, ingredients, and seasoning.

If his progress is like driving a car, then Gao Yang's level is already in outer space, and no matter how hard he tries in his lifetime, he will never be able to catch up.

That's the truth: when faced with absolute talent, effort is insignificant.

"Alright, stop kneeling and get up."

Gao Yang reached out and pulled Wang Biao up from the ground.

"Master Gao, I'm impressed."

Wang Biao tilted his head and nodded repeatedly, adopting an extremely humble posture.

Zhou Guodong stepped forward, patted his apprentice on the shoulder, and looked at him with great satisfaction.

"Wang Biao, your master always tells you that there are always people more capable than you, and there is always something beyond your understanding. You've seen it today, haven't you? From now on, you should follow Master Gao closely, work hard, and learn diligently."

Wang Biao nodded in shame.

Zhou Guodong then turned to look at Gao Yang.

"Chef Gao, I only just witnessed your skills today. I didn't expect you to be so good at Western food, and your Chinese cooking skills are just as impressive. I'm truly impressed."

The experienced craftsmen also stepped forward, cupped their hands in respect to Gao Yang, and looked at him with admiration in their eyes.

Gao Yang responded with a smile.

"We all work under General Manager Su, we're all his people, so there's no question of whether we should submit or not. We should all work together to run the restaurant well."

"yes!"

The resounding, orderly responses echoed throughout the kitchen. The previous doubts and ridicule had long since vanished, replaced by a deep sense of awe and anticipation.

Gao Yang quietly raised his hand and rubbed his slightly trembling wrist, secretly relieved that he hadn't messed up at the crucial moment.

Everyone returned to their seats and continued preparing the food, each one as excited as if they had been injected with chicken blood.

"Master Gao, your skill is truly amazing!"

Su Wanqing assigned him an apprentice to stand aside, who couldn't help but praise the dish of stir-fried pork with chili peppers that he usually ate.

"I wish I had this skill like you."

The kitchen helper standing nearby laughed and joked.

"Come on, just finish your work when you're done."

Looking at the scene before him, Gao Yang couldn't help but think of his past life.

Even with such talent, he had to forge it under hellish conditions in his previous life. His arms were covered with scars from blisters, and the calluses on his palms were cracking and breaking, causing a stinging pain when sweat dripped onto them.

Just then, Lin Ran rushed into the kitchen.

"Gao Yang, something terrible has happened! A customer is insisting on having a tender, mushy steak that doesn't require chewing!"

…………

Meanwhile, across from the Grand Court Hotel, there is another hotel.

The four men sat in a private room on the second floor, staring at the sign of the Grand Court Hotel. The one in the lead sneered, "The second brother has already passed by."

Someone immediately replied, "Yes, Brother Long, Second Brother is already sitting there with them, giving them some difficult questions."

Brother Long raised his eyebrows, and the cigarette in his hand burned out at that moment.

He held the cigarette holder and casually flicked it onto the ground.

"Are you sure their new head chef of Western cuisine is the one who owes us money?"

The neon lights changed from blue to red, illuminating the faces of everyone in the private room.

If Gao Yang were here now, he would definitely be able to clearly see that among the four people present, there is one person he absolutely knows.

Scarface carefully stepped forward and bowed respectfully.

"Brother Long, I've been keeping an eye on things here all day, and I'm sure it's that kid."

"interesting."

Brother Long exhaled a puff of smoke.

"Let's wait for the second brother's news then, we'll go in later."

"Yes."

Everyone nodded in agreement.

…………

"Don't panic, tell me what happened."

Gao Yang handed Lin Ran a glass of water to let her calm down.

Lin Ran took the water and met Gao Yang's gaze, feeling even more anxious.

"Gao Yang, why don't you go hide in the back? They're coming for you, they're targeting you!"

Upon hearing this, Gao Yang's face showed a hint of doubt.

"Me? Why are you targeting me?"

Lin Ran's face grew increasingly anxious.

"I saw the tattoo on his arm; it was a palm-sized blue dragon!"

As soon as the words were spoken, everyone's pupils contracted, and a name instantly popped into their minds.

"The Green Dragon Gang!"

Yes, it must be the Green Dragon Gang.

"No wonder that person made that request."

From a Chinese culinary perspective, steak is a very tricky cut of meat. If you're not careful, it can easily become tough and dry, let alone so tender that you don't need to chew it.

The lively atmosphere in the kitchen suddenly turned cold. Zhou Guodong's face was grim. He leaned close to Gao Yang's ear and whispered a secret plot.

"Master Gao, this is their scheme. If you want to avoid them, just tell them you're taking the day off."

Wang Biao also clenched his fists.

"If it were me, I'd take some men and kick them out."

"Hurry?"

Gao Yang shook his head and gently patted Wang Biao's shoulder.

We are a large and well-established hotel, and we can certainly kick out guests who are deliberately causing trouble.

Wang Biao was eager to try.

Gao Yang grabbed his shoulder and continued, "But can we make it today, or even tomorrow? This will have a huge impact on us, and it could also be detrimental to President Su."

"What can you do? Don't be stubborn, they're just here to get revenge on you!"

Lin Ran looked at Gao Yang, her eyes filled with worry.

Gao Yang smiled knowingly and reassured them, "Don't worry too much, I've already thought of a solution."

They wanted tender, mushy steaks, so that dish would be perfect.