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

The two of them moved even faster.

Nangong Qu took a piece of pork belly and carefully separated the lean meat from the fat.

He pulled two cleavers from the knife rack and began chopping the lean meat with force.

"Clatter, clatter, clatter," the sound of the cleaver colliding with the cutting board echoed across the scene like the hooves of a horse, so fast that only a silver afterimage remained.

Upon seeing this, Nangong Qinglang raised his chin, his brows furrowed with arrogance.

"To make lion's head meatballs, you need to use meat that is 60% lean and 40% fat. If it's too much, it will be greasy; if it's too little, it will be dry. Only by doing it this way can you get the most authentic flavor."

"Young Master Qu has thoroughly studied the ancestral recipes. Whether it's the lean meat he chops or the fat he cuts, everything is done perfectly, without the slightest problem."

His words resonated with many people present.

From a young age, the Nangong family had to study the recipes left by their ancestors. Because of the long history, they naturally divided into conservatives and innovators.

However, both groups held the same view on the selection of material for Nangong Qu.

"Nangong Qu's technique is too skillful; he truly deserves to be among the top of his generation."

"Yes, yes, this technique can't be mastered in less than ten years of practice. How can an amateur compare?"

"This is the Nangong family. If you're not an expert, you'd better get lost."

The sounds rose and fell, echoing throughout the entire venue.

Upon hearing this, Nangong Qu slowly smiled.

"Gao Yang, look, so many people support me, what do you have to compare with me?"

"Whether it's recipes or history, the Nangong family's heritage is unparalleled. If you know what's good for you, admit defeat now, obediently get out of the Nangong family, and then keep your tail between your legs when you see us in the future."

Upon hearing this, Gao Yang let out a cold laugh.

"You're so good at talking, what, does your Nangong family only know how to cook with your mouth?"

He didn't slow down his movements at all, and picked up two knives from the side, chopping the meat filling on the cutting board with a "clack clack clack".

Seeing that Gao Yang's actions were exactly the same as his, Nangong Qu's expression stiffened for a moment, then he laughed again.

"Wow, you're quite skilled. Your technique is pretty professional, but compared to the Nangong family, you still have a lot to learn."

His smile was unrestrained, and he didn't take Gao Yang seriously at all.

Indeed, knife skills are important in traditional cuisine, but they only account for a small part. The majority of the factors that determine whether a dish is delicious are the techniques and seasonings.

These two points are precisely the unique secrets of the Nangong family.

Nangong Qu placed the chopped minced meat in a bowl and kept adding scallion and ginger water to it.

With the addition of water, the bright red minced meat gradually turns white, and the two mix together, becoming increasingly sticky.

He strictly followed the recipe's instructions to stir clockwise, using precise wrist strength, and stirred until the meat filling fully absorbed each time he added scallion and ginger water.

"Look, this is the true strength of the Nangong family. You should all admit defeat and go back to where you came from."

Nangong Qinglang laughed heartily as he showed off to Su Wanqing.

His hands were behind his back, giving him a confident and assured look.

Su Wanqing looked around and found that the descendants of the Nangong family also thought so. There were even two people who found the game boring and the outcome already decided, so they left early.

She looked at Nangong Ming.

"Patriarch Nangong, has the Nangong family always been so arrogant and complacent?"

Her voice wasn't deliberately concealed, and it naturally reached Nangong Qinglang's ears.

"you!"

Nangong Qinglang was furious, his face flushed, but considering Su Wanqing's status and his own position, he swallowed back the curse he was about to utter.

"You can't talk about ice with a summer insect."

He flicked his sleeves, snorted coldly, and stopped looking here, instead turning his gaze to the field not far away.

Nangong Ming watched this scene and gave a helpless, bitter laugh.

He was originally a reformer and was determined to reform on the first day he took over as head of the family. However, there were too many conservatives in the family, and they were extremely stubborn. After weighing the pros and cons, they could only restrain each other.

How could he not see the chronic illness of the family's scions?

But what can we do?

These people are used to the benefits passed down from their ancestors. If the supply is cut off for even a day, they will be the loudest complainers.

"Excuse me, Mr. Su."

He didn't say much, and kept his eyes on the field.

Behind them, Nangong Hong and Nangong Lian witnessed the entire scene.

An unnatural expression rose on Nangong Lian's face as he looked at his sister.

"Sister, has Dad always lived like this?"

Nangong Hong glanced at him, her eyes filled with helplessness and heartache.

"What do you think? You were raised by reformers from a young age and can't see how difficult Dad's situation was, but I grew up with conservatives, and their comments about Dad were like knives stabbing into my heart."

Her eyes were red-rimmed, and she spoke in a very low voice, as if afraid of being overheard.

"I've heard conservatives talking about Dad every day for over a decade."

Yes, because of disagreements, living in the Nangong family was like being a dependent, and she often suffered cold treatment from a young age.

It was precisely this adversity that forged her calm and composed character.

Nangong Lian held her older sister's small hand with heartache, unable to stop sighing.

The Nangong family has long suffered from deep-seated problems. If these problems cannot be resolved with the arrival of Su Wanqing, the family may truly perish at the hands of their father.

However, Gao Yang on the field was completely unaware of all this.

He looked at Nangong Qu's face across from him and remained silent to himself.

"These people are so boring. They hold an old book like it's a treasure and don't use their brains at all."

He observed quietly that Nangong Qu's technique was extremely skillful to outsiders, and could be considered top-notch.

In his eyes, Nangong Qu's methods were full of flaws. Although he had never seen the cookbook left by the Nangong family's ancestor, he could tell that Nangong Qu had only learned some superficial skills and had never even touched the core of the recipe. At most, he would be a first-class chef. And to be ranked among the top five of his generation was truly a waste.

He shook his head.

When I watched the competition between Nangong Hong and Nangong Lian, I thought the Nangong family was full of talented people, and that everyone was like these two siblings.

I never expected to find out today that most of them are just good-for-nothings.

What a disappointment!

At this point, Nangong Qu had already shaped the lion's head and put it into the pot to deep-fry.

"Sizzle sizzle".

The warm cooking oil completely submerged the lion's head meatballs.

The lion's head meatballs gradually harden, turning into a golden-brown, crispy crust, and a fragrant aroma wafts out.

"Wow, Nangong Qu's cooking smells so good."

"Yes, it smells so good. The seasoning is excellent. I don't know how I lost to it."

"That's amazing, really amazing. Unlike some people who don't have the ability but still show off. Let's see how they get out of this mess."

These members of the Nangong family, especially the conservatives, looked smug and whispered amongst themselves.

Some of them said extremely offensive things, which reached Nangong Ming's ears.

Nangong Ming frowned and couldn't help but reprimand him.

Meanwhile, Nangong Qinglang, who had been waiting for this scene, slowly walked over, his head held high, his eyes filled with an undisguised smugness.

"Master, I would like to ask for your comments on how Qu boy did."