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

"What?! A notebook!"

Everyone was startled.

This country has a deep-seated blood feud with China, and now people are coming over to stir up trouble.

Can we tolerate this?

This is simply unacceptable.

"Damn it, stirring up trouble on our turf, they must have a death wish."

Wang Biao snorted coldly and was about to kick the door open and leave.

But after thinking about it, he turned back and took a small knife from the pastry chef's workbench next door and hid it in his sleeve.

Gao Yang just found it funny.

He's already in his thirties, and we told him to be more mature, and that's exactly what he's become.

However, this still needs to be addressed. If Wang Biao were to be killed by that little notebook while out, it would be an extremely serious diplomatic incident, and the Haoting Hotel would be out of business.

"Don't worry, don't worry, I'll go see what's wrong."

Gao Yang jumped down from the high stool and patted Wang Biao on the shoulder.

"I understand you've changed your temper, but it's not enough. Keep practicing."

Indeed, given Wang Biao's previous temper, he probably would have grabbed a knife, kicked down the door, and stormed out upon hearing the words "little notebook."

Gao Yang shook his head and pushed open the kitchen door.

"Hello, I'm Gao Yang, the head chef of Haoting Hotel. Is there anything I can help you with?"

He followed Lin Ran all the way to the table with the small notebook.

There were six people at the table. Judging from their appearance, two were Chinese and four had notebooks. It looked like a business dinner.

"How dare you call your restaurant a grand establishment if you don't have sashimi in China?"

One of the notebooks, speaking in broken Chinese, was the first to speak.

"In Japan, we eat the original flavor of the ingredients. Only in this way can we achieve a harmonious coexistence between humans and nature, and that is the best food in the world."

"And you Chinese are a bunch of barbarians who don't understand food."

The man who spoke had a mustache under his nose, giving him an initial impression of being sinister and cunning.

The surrounding diners also heard the commotion and turned to look in their direction.

"Look, someone's causing trouble."

"Yeah, yeah, judging by his appearance, he's got a notebook on his face, criticizing us for not being able to cook."

"Come on, with their primitive lifestyle, they'd be lucky to live to be forty or fifty. If Westerners hadn't changed their genes, they'd only reach my waist at that height."

The onlookers all wore expressions of disdain.

They're causing trouble on Chinese soil; it's already a miracle they're not thrown out.

The murmurs naturally reached the ears of Gao Yang and his companions.

Gao Yang didn't say anything, but just looked at the people at the table, his eyes practically telling them, "This is how you are."

In the eyes of that little notebook, his actions were utterly speechless.

In a short time, this group became increasingly arrogant.

"What, you're speechless now? If you can't do it, then apologize honestly. Our Japanese nation is the most magnanimous, and for the sake of the Emperor, we will forgive you."

The other three sitting notebooks nodded in satisfaction.

"Oh, so they can't make it. I knew they couldn't do it. Xiao Sang, you even brought us here."

"That's right, Xiao-san. That's why I said our Japan is still the best. Your China can't even make sashimi."

They put their arms around each other's shoulders and mocked the two Chinese people beside them.

The two Chinese men could only smile obsequiously and bow and scrape.

Gao Yang stared coldly at the two of them.

"You're all surnamed Xiao, right? You're all from the Xiao family, right? You're helping those little devils bully us like this, do you even deserve to be called Chinese?"

The two men held their heads high, with expressions that said they were the most important people in the world.

"What's wrong? Japan is better than China in many ways, and our salaries are paid by Japan. Is it any of your business?"

Upon hearing this, Gao Yang felt a chill run down his spine.

It sounds like the Xiao family has some connection with Japan, which could be a breakthrough point.

As he was thinking, the diners beside him started arguing.

"Little notebook's lackeys, get out of here, get out of Yicheng."

"That's right, you two traitors still have the nerve to come here to eat. You've completely disgraced the Chinese people."

"Get out of here, get out of here."

The two members of the Xiao family blushed when they saw everyone's reaction.

"So what? What I said wasn't the truth?"

One of them, still stubborn, started arguing with the others.

Seeing that things were getting out of hand, Gao Yang knew perfectly well that someone was doing this on purpose, wanting to see chaos at the Haoting Hotel.

He raised his hand to stop everyone.

"Sure, it's just sashimi, of course we have that."

As he finished speaking, the little notebook with the mustache revealed a mocking smile.

"Oh dear, this is what you Chinese call putting on a brave face. We're not even sure if the sashimi you brought out is even edible."

"Oh, really? What if I actually succeed?"

Gao Yang's lips also curled into a smile.

Logically speaking, since China has just opened up, there really isn't much food available.

This type of salmon, sourced from the deep sea, is already a scarce commodity, and there is a need to source it temporarily.

But who says sashimi can only be made the way it's done in Japan?

"Impossible, you could never make delicious sashimi."

"In your Chinese parlance, if you can do it, even a sow can fly."

"If you can make it, I'll personally kowtow and apologize!"

This is exactly what Gao Yang was waiting for.

He looked at the two people from the Xiao family.

"Will you also kowtow and apologize?"

Provoked by Gao Yang's words, the two men's blood boiled, and they exchanged a glance, saying, "Of course we can, but what if you can't do it?"

"If I can't do it, the Grand Hotel will close down on the spot."

His words caused everyone present to change their expressions drastically.

Closing down the Grand Hotel is a huge gamble.

Even Lin Ran's face showed worry.

"Gao Yang, isn't this too risky? Our sashimi chef doesn't have that much skill."

"It's alright, I know what I'm doing."

Gao Yang gave her a reassuring look.

He understood that the condition he proposed was absolutely irresistible to these people.

He was certain of victory, and he was determined to make these people pay the price.

He wanted to make these people understand that stirring up trouble on Chinese soil would only bring shame upon themselves.

"Okay, it's settled then."

The little notebook stood up, looking excited.

He hadn't expected things to go so smoothly, and readily agreed.

"Please bear witness for me: if Gao Yang fails to deliver, the Haoting Hotel will be shut down immediately."

His appearance was extremely ugly in the eyes of others.

Everyone wanted to persuade Gao Yang.

But what can be done now that the words have already been spoken? We can only hope that Gao Yang has a solution.

"We absolutely have to win!"

"Yeah, Gao Yang, don't let these little devils outdo us, we have to win!"

They put down their bowls and chopsticks and spontaneously cheered for Gao Yang.

Gao Yang walked back to the kitchen.

"What are you going to do?"

Lin Ran, who had been holding it in all the way, couldn't help but ask.

Facing the gazes of the crowd, he wore a confident smile.

"I'm going to make sashimi! I'm going to show these little devils who's the boss!"