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

Three vans rammed into the makeshift railing of the pier, their tires crunching over the sand and splashing up a cloud of muddy water.

The car door was kicked open with a bang, and more than a dozen people filed out.

The leader was a middle-aged man wearing a floral shirt and tattooed arms, followed by several young men holding a white banner with black lettering.

"The Su family is heartless; they wanted my son's life."

"Give me back my father's hard-earned money!"

This group of people were clearly hired to cause trouble. They had extremely loud voices and started shouting at the front door with megaphones. Their voices drowned out the sound of the waves and echoed throughout the entire island.

"Gao Yang, come out here! You heartless cook, you poisoned my man, ruining our family!"

"The Su family is inhuman! We demand justice! You must shut down the project immediately and compensate us!"

The once quiet island instantly descended into chaos. The staff who remained rushed out of their rooms, standing at a distance pointing and gesturing, their eyes filled with panic.

The apprentices who had just finished arguing also squeezed at the back of the crowd, peeking out and looking around, their faces pale with fright. Just a moment ago they were shouting that they wanted to go home, but now they didn't even dare to breathe.

Gao Yang didn't panic. He closed the kitchen door behind him, walked quickly to the front hall, and looked at the troublemakers outside through the glass door.

"It's him."

Gao Yang had a vague recollection of this tattooed man.

He was a small contractor who had been eliminated by the Su family before. He had long held a grudge and had caused trouble at the Su family's property several times. After being taught a lesson by the Su family, he never showed up again.

This time they've come again, clearly bribed to cause trouble.

"Brother Qian!"

Gao Yang shouted at the top of his lungs.

Qian Liu suddenly appeared out of nowhere, holding an old-fashioned film camera, and calmly made a gesture towards Gao Yang.

"I'm here. Don't worry, I've recorded it. These people can't renege on their debt."

"it is good."

Gao Yang nodded, his gaze sweeping over the two security guards standing at the door.

"Go and turn off the power to the dock, and have someone block the road leading to the staff break room. Don't let them rush in and hurt the apprentices."

The security guards responded and left. Seeing this, the tattooed man became even more arrogant, took two steps forward, and pointed at Gao Yang's nose while cursing.

"You coward! You're too coward to admit your actions? Come out and face your death!"

Seeing this, Gao Yang sneered, pushed open the glass door, and slowly walked out.

He wasn't wearing a chef's uniform, just a simple white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his forearms, revealing his muscular build.

With the training and improved nutrition during this period, his condition is much better than when he was first reborn. Most people would feel inferior in front of him.

Sunlight shone on Gao Yang's face, making his eyes appear exceptionally bright, yet carrying an unapproachable coldness.

"You want justice?"

Gao Yang's voice wasn't loud, but his presence overpowered the noise from the loudspeaker.

"Okay, but I need to ask you, what's your son's name? Which hospital is he in? What's wrong with him?"

Gao Yang sneered inwardly.

This was all a charade he and Mr. Cai staged; who was injured or poisoned on set?

Now several people have suddenly appeared in the hospital with poisoning; it's pure extortion.

The tattooed man was taken aback, not expecting him to ask that. He looked around and stammered.

"What does it matter to you what happens to my son? You harmed someone, so you have to pay for it!"

"What does this have to do with me?"

Gao Yang laughed, but there was a hint of coldness in his laughter.

"Mr. Cai is currently recuperating in a VIP ward. I have all the reports on his daily medications and tests, and we will take full responsibility for them."

"If your son is really hospitalized due to food poisoning, give me his hospital record number and admission number, and I'll immediately give you one million."

He took a step forward, and an oppressive aura instantly enveloped the tattooed man.

"But you can't give me the answer? Why? Because you don't know anything about Elder Cai's situation; you're just here to cause trouble!"

The tattooed man was speechless after being confronted, his eyes darting away, but he still forced himself to shout.

"I don't care! It's all your fault! I'm not leaving until you pay me back!"

"Not leaving?"

Gao Yang raised an eyebrow and pointed to the dock in the distance.

"You're occupying our Su family's territory and demanding compensation. What kind of justice are you trying to get? I've already called the police station, and they'll be here soon."

"Furthermore, I have a recording of your phone call with a strange man. He asked you to bring people to create a stir and promised to give you 50,000 yuan, right?"

"Do you really think you've covered your tracks perfectly? Do you really think the person you're communicating with won't betray you?"

Upon hearing this, the tattooed man's face turned deathly pale.

He never expected that Gao Yang would even know this!

The onlookers gradually realized what was happening and began whispering among themselves.

"So you were hired?"

"I don't think this is something Chef Gao would do. He had a great reputation when he was the head chef at the alleyway hotel."

"Exactly, with such a large family fortune like the Su family, is it really necessary to resort to poisoning? There's been so much news about it, but we haven't seen any announcements from the police."

Gao Yang glanced at the man with the tattooed arms and softened his tone.

I'll give you two choices.

"First, take the people away now, and I won't hold you responsible for disturbing public order. But you have to give me 2000 yuan as a trouble fee and promise not to cause any more trouble in the future, and go home and live a good life."

"Secondly, when the police come, you'll be suspected of extortion and deliberately causing trouble. You'll spend two or three years in jail, and no one will dare to hire you when you get out. Is it worth it?"

The tattooed man gritted his teeth, his eyes shifting between light and shadow. He knew Gao Yang was telling the truth; if he continued to make a scene, he wouldn't just lose the money, he'd end up in jail.

But having taken the money, he dared not leave.

"Think of your family, think of your brothers. You'll be in there for two or three years. Will they wait for you?"

Gao Yang's voice drifted over softly.

Just then, the sound of police sirens came from afar.

Gao Yang looked at him, raised an eyebrow, and said calmly, "The police are here. You choose."

"Oh shit!"

The tattooed man glared at Gao Yang, gritted his teeth, and yelled "Go!" at his men. Then, he slunk away with his men into the van and sped off.

Once the troublemakers had left, the crowd stood there, looking at each other, bewildered in the wind.

"Let's go, let's go."

Someone shouted something, and the crowd gradually dispersed, leaving only Gao Yang standing there, the wind blowing the hem of his shirt, making him look exceptionally upright.

Qian Liu walked over and handed him a bottle of water.

"We've found out. It was Su Zhenhai who arranged this. He wants to use this incident to ruin both you and President Su."

Gao Yang unscrewed the bottle cap, took a sip, and looked toward the direction of the Su family's old house, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes.

"He thinks he can take over the island project by cornering me? Dream on."

He turned to look towards the kitchen, where, behind a one-way mirror, Amin was watching everything happening outside through the glass, his palms sweaty.

Gao Yang knew it was time to close the net.

But at that moment, an unexpected person appeared in front of him.

"You must be Chef Gao Yang. I'm from Beijing. My eldest son asked me to have a chat with you."