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

Gao Yang looked up.

A burly man in a suit stood at the top of the stairs on the second floor.

"Brother Qian!"

The little girl Lin Ran was protecting immediately beamed when she saw the man and waved to him.

Lin Ran also breathed a sigh of relief and slowly lowered her arm that had been protecting the little girl.

She understood that today's farce had come to an end.

At this moment, the man exuded an aura of power. With a wave of his hand, a team of bodyguards instantly rushed out from behind him and surrounded the crowd.

"Crouch down!"

The bodyguards shouted in unison, swung their batons, and pointed them at the four burly men.

The four of them looked at each other, unable to make up their minds.

The Grand Court Hotel cannot take action.

This is a generally accepted fact, but in all this time, no one has been seen to make a move at the Grand Hotel.

I don't know if this ironclad rule is really true.

Seeing that it was useless, Brother Qian on the second floor slowly walked down the stairs, taking something out of the protective sheath at his waist as he went.

"Squat down."

He pulled out a standard-issue pistol and pressed it against a large man's forehead.

Looking at the dark muzzle of the gun, the big man felt an itch between his brows, and his heart stopped for a moment, as if he were being stared at by the Grim Reaper.

The big man's pupils suddenly dilated, his knees buckled, and he knelt on the ground with a thud.

The other three burly men were terrified and squatted down, raising their hands in surrender.

"Hey, Brother Qian, we're all on the same side, it's not like that."

The burly man at the head of the group raised his head, his face contorted with a frown, but his expression was full of smiles.

Large beads of sweat slid down his forehead, and his whole body was soaked in cold sweat.

Damn it, who knew there were guns at the Grand Court Hotel!

He's not stupid. He's seen a lot of things to get to where he is today, including many involving knives and bloodshed.

But this is a gun! One peanut in, and whether you're human or god, you're dead.

"Hey, Brother Qian, I'm from Boss Gan's side. This kid owes Boss Gan money. Could you hand him over to us? Don't worry, we definitely won't cause any trouble."

"Besides, this kid is a fraud. He used to work three jobs a day. The only job he did that was related to cooking was washing dishes every night."

The burly man didn't dare to breathe loudly, struggling to flatter her.

Under the light, Brother Qian's face was obscured by shadows, and the scars on his face made his features appear even more ferocious.

"Oh."

Brother Qian sneered.

"roll."

Brother Qian spoke concisely and softly.

But that murderous aura seemed to have crawled out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood; it was hard to imagine what Brother Qian had done before.

He pointed towards the gate, his gaze indifferent, as if he were looking at a dead man.

The burly man understood that he couldn't take the man away today, so he forced his trembling legs to support himself, patted his underlings, and scrambled out the gate.

With the four burly men gone, the atmosphere immediately relaxed.

At Brother Qian's command, all the bodyguards retreated in formation and ran away in perfect unison, leaving no trace.

If it weren't for the chaotic scene, everyone would have wondered if everything that had just happened was a dream.

Brother Qian put away his gun and looked intently at Gao Yang.

"I'm giving you this one chance."

After saying that, he turned and walked upstairs.

Brother Qian went up to the second floor, stopped in front of a private room, and knocked on the door.

After receiving approval from inside, he pushed open the door and entered.

He stepped forward, leaned close to a woman's ear, and whispered something.

The woman's lips curled into a smile, clearly intrigued.

She parted her red lips slightly, as if to say something, but then slowly closed them again, waving her hand to signal Brother Qian to go out first.

Brother Qian bowed slightly and walked out the door.

…………

The kitchen on the first floor.

Lin Ran frowned as she looked at the mess on the ground.

She raised her hand to look at her watch, looking somewhat anxious.

"The boss said we need to start serving before 7 PM. You have half an hour left, is that okay?"

Gao Yang flexed his wrists, his face also grave.

If it weren't for this incident, he was absolutely confident that he could have finished the Wellington steak before the meal even started.

However, grilling a steak takes 20 minutes, which means there are only 10 minutes to make the puff pastry.

"Forget it, it's definitely not going to work. Let's go."

"Yeah, they're wasting so much time here, playing tricks."

The waiters, who already didn't think much of Gao Yang, were now openly mocking and ridiculing him.

They no longer cared whether the person in question could hear them; their voices were so loud that Lin Ran couldn't help but frown.

Gao Yang ignored them and didn't say anything. He started piling up the flour again with both hands, his brain working furiously.

The bloodline of his past life as a chef ignited at this moment, and Gao Yang felt his whole body heat up. There was no sound around him; he was completely immersed in his own rhythm.

His hands stirred the dough, his palms exerting force as he kneaded, pressed, folded, and pushed, his movements so fast they were barely visible.

There are no machines, no shortcuts, and no extra time to wait for relaxation.

At this moment, Gao Yang, relying solely on his feel and decades of experience, forcibly compressed the three-fold puff pastry process to its extreme.

Flour flew everywhere, butter melted without spilling, and layers were stacked up in his palm so fast that onlookers couldn't even see the movements.

Lin Ran stood to the side, not daring to breathe too heavily, feeling that the figure in front of her was both unfamiliar and dazzling.

In just seven minutes, a puff pastry with even thickness and fine layers was formed.

There was no trial and error, no pauses; every cut, every strike, every inch of force was terrifyingly precise.

Gao Yang took out the shaped filet mignon and laid it flat in the puff pastry.

He quickened his pace, wrapping, gathering, sealing, brushing egg wash onto the surface, and then slicing with the blade.

Three clean lines instantly took shape.

"oven."

Gao Yang said crisply, his voice completely calm.

The chefs watching were stunned until Gao Yang spoke up, at which point they realized what was happening and quickly went forward to open the oven door.

"200 degrees Celsius, top and bottom heat, 20 minutes."

Gao Yang checked the information, walked to the side, took the frying pan, poured in two spoonfuls of beef bone broth, and added a piece of butter.

The broth boiled in the pot, bubbling and simmering, and gradually thickened.

The rich aroma of beef and the creamy scent of butter wafted out, making mouths water.

"Sister Ran, it seems like he actually did it!"

The little girl clung to Lin Ran's arm, her eyes sparkling like stars.

"Does this mean we don't have to go any further?"

The chefs watching nodded in agreement.

They had previously communicated with other Western chefs and observed their techniques, but there were very few who were as skilled as this young man in front of them.

Even the few waiters who had been making sarcastic remarks covered their faces and quietly moved aside.

They were completely impressed by Gao Yang's skills and had nothing but approval for him.

Lin Ran's brows furrowed more and more. She kept raising her hand to check the time on her watch, then lowering it, and raising it again.

Five minutes...

three minutes……

One minute……

"Time's almost up."

She grew increasingly anxious.

From the beginning, the boss specifically told him that this group of clients was very difficult to deal with, and that he must meet all of their requirements.

"But what should we do? Time is almost up."

Lin Ran bit her lip tightly with her pearly teeth, her fingertips turning white from gripping so hard.

It wasn't just for Gao Yang, but also for the boss and for himself.

"bite"

Time's up.

It's really too late!

…………

Inside a private room on the second floor, a woman sat in the main seat, her glass of red wine swirling.

Sitting in front of her were several foreigners.

Just then, the foreigners were straightening their suits, glancing at their watches leisurely, and said with amusement, "Miss Su, we value time the most, but it seems the steak you promised is going to be late."

The blond foreigner at the head of the group raised his eyebrows slightly, a smile playing on his lips as he leisurely watched the woman.

The woman wasn't angry after hearing this; she simply took a small sip of the red wine in her glass.

"Old Jack, our bet is still up, it's just not time yet."

She remained calm and composed, showing no sign of panic even with only one minute left, and looked at the guests opposite her with ease.

Old Jack stared at the woman's expression for a moment, then burst out laughing.

"Miss Su, there's no need to pretend at a time like this."

"You can't possibly find a head chef this quickly. There's no good Western food in China either. You've already lost from the start. Just sign the contract according to my terms."

Old Jack had no idea he would lose the bet. He took out a cigar and took a puff of it.

The scene fell silent for a moment, as if one could hear the pendulum swinging.

"Ms. Su, you have half a minute left."

Old Jack exhaled a puff of white smoke and smiled.

He was confident of winning the bet; he saw the scales of victory beckoning to him, and the Statue of Liberty waving the flag of freedom at him.

"If I take on this order, my net worth will double!"

He was overjoyed and even felt an urge to break into an impromptu dance.

Su Wanqing remained calm and composed, finishing the last sip of red wine, and calmly removed her watch, holding it in her hand.

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"Sorry to keep you waiting, your Wellington steak is here!"

"enjoy your meal!"