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

The next day, the midday sun shone on Gao Yang's face, stinging his eyes.

"Wake up quickly."

Gao Yang was in a daze when he heard a pleasant female voice.

"Let me sleep a little longer."

He mumbled incoherently.

How wonderful! A woman wakes me up first thing in the morning. Even the boss doesn't get this kind of treatment.

Yes, the boss is a woman, how can she receive such treatment?

Ok……

The boss...

Boss!

"grass!"

Gao Yang sat up abruptly, his pupils wide open.

Su Wanqing sat to one side, already wearing the white dress she wore last night.

At this moment, her face was icy cold, and her flawless face needed no makeup to adorn it.

"What did you do last night?"

Su Wanqing's tone was icy, as if she were talking to a dead person.

"Oh yeah, what did you do last night?"

Gao Yang felt sore all over, and nothing felt right.

He stretched his body and carefully recalled the events of the previous night.

He remembered that last night, Su Wanqing drank two cans of beer and then started acting crazy, either sticking to himself or yelling, completely unlike the cold female boss he usually was.

As for himself, he was naturally afraid of her getting hurt, so he protected her back and forth until midnight. Only after Su Wanqing was tired and fell asleep did he go to sleep.

Gao Yang glanced at Su Wanqing furtively, cold sweat slowly trickling down his forehead. Should he tell the truth?

Just kidding. If a big shot like Su Wanqing heard that someone would act crazy after just a couple of drinks, she'd probably kill herself on the spot, and might even have to feed the dogs to her.

Seeing that Gao Yang remained silent, Su Wanqing's brows furrowed with doubt, and she said impatiently, "Speak!"

That single word really startled Gao Yang.

Seeing that there was no way to avoid it, Gao Yang made a tough decision.

"Boss, actually you got drunk last night and came here to relax, it was just... it got a little intense."

"But don't worry, boss, we didn't do anything. Look, I'm sleeping on the floor."

Gao Yang pointed to the spot where he was sleeping, his voice growing softer and softer as he spoke.

No, what big shot has such a low alcohol tolerance? Didn't I see her drinking red wine in the private room yesterday?

He didn't know that it was a red wine specially made for Su Wanqing, with no alcohol content, just grape juice.

Gao Yang felt the air around him getting colder and colder, and even got goosebumps.

The air seemed to freeze; you could hear a pin drop.

"Forget it, I don't want anyone else to hear about yesterday. You know the consequences."

Su Wanqing, having regained her usual cold demeanor, remained indifferent in her tone.

"Definitely not."

Gao Yang raised four fingers, his tone sincere.

Just kidding. There are only two possible outcomes: feeding the dog or feeding the fish. You're still young, it's not worth it.

Su Wanqing stared at Gao Yang for a while, her mind seemingly preoccupied with something.

She nodded, got up, and left.

Don't forget to go to work.

With a "bang," Gao Yang's small door was closed by Su Wanqing, leaving Gao Yang alone in the room again. If it weren't for the faint fragrance, the messy bed, and the traces of the woman's presence, Gao Yang would have doubted whether his experience last night was really a dream.

I'm crazy to think that I'm alone in a room with this big shot, a man and a woman.

"Never mind, it's better that you're gone."

Gao Yang breathed a long sigh of relief.

At least now I don't have to worry about dying here. As for last night, let it rot inside me.

He picked up the pure black chef's uniform, a serious expression creeping onto his face.

…………

Yicheng was not yet fully lively in the evening. Pedestrians came and went on the streets, and most people had not yet decided which restaurant to eat at. However, the area in front of Haoting Hotel was already bustling with traffic and a scene of prosperity.

As Yicheng's top hotel, it exudes an air of unapproachability from morning till night.

Gao Yang walked straight into the kitchen area.

As soon as I entered, a cacophony of noise hit me.

The clattering of iron pots, the rushing of water, and the loud conversations of the chefs created a lively atmosphere.

Dozens of chefs, kitchen helpers, and apprentices were busy preparing dishes for the upcoming dinner.

"Master Gao, you're here. General Manager Su specifically instructed that this area be given to you."

Head chef Zhou Guodong walked over, naturally shook Gao Yang's hand, and greeted him warmly.

He was one of the chefs present yesterday, and after tasting Gao Yang's steak, his opinion of him completely changed, and he was filled with admiration for him.

Zhou Guodong pointed to the other side of the kitchen.

Gao Yang looked over.

The area wasn't large, only enough to accommodate five or six people, but all the equipment was brand new, and all the workbenches were polished to a shine, clearly indicating that it had been carefully prepared.

The three people leaned against the control panel and whispered among themselves.

Upon seeing this, Zhou Guodong immediately reprimanded him.

"What are you all doing? This is your head chef, Master Gao Yang. Come over and say hello."

The three of them looked at each other, standing there defiantly, sizing up Gao Yang.

"This is the head chef? Chef, you must be joking. At his age, he probably hasn't even finished vocational school yet."

His eyes were flippant, his hands were in his pockets, and his words were utterly disdainful.

"President Su, what's the point of just picking some greenhorn to fool us?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the other two chefs looked at him with scrutiny and dissatisfaction.

Being transferred here from the Chinese restaurant means having to learn everything from scratch. They've been chefs for years; how can they stand the attitude of apprentices?

But this person was specifically assigned by President Su, so he couldn't just abandon the task. He could only send someone to find fault, hoping that this guy wouldn't be so ungrateful as to leave on his own.

Gao Yang had anticipated this, and his eyes sharpened. "Oh, we've got a job!"

Zhou Guodong keenly noticed this and, knowing Gao Yang's strength, quickly smoothed things over.

"Wang Biao, who gave you the right to speak here? Get back here! Master Gao got in here on his own merit."

"Master Gao, this is my apprentice. He's still young and just brags because he thinks he's got some skills. Don't take him seriously."

Gao Yang remained calm and said without getting angry, "Let's have a match."

Upon hearing this, a murmur of discussion arose from the surrounding crowd.

"Wang Biao is one of our old-timers. Apart from those few master craftsmen, who else can match his skills?"

"That's right. Wang Biao is Master Zhou's apprentice, and he's the boss of our Second Stove. Who can beat him? I'm afraid Master Gao is going to be in trouble here."

"Shh, don't talk. Master Gao is really skilled."

The crowd was abuzz with discussion. Although a few chefs who were present yesterday tried to dissuade him, most voices were still questioning Gao Yang.

These sounds reached Wang Biao's ears.

Wang Biao became even more smug, unconsciously raising his head a few notches higher, and looking at Gao Yang with even more provocative eyes.

"Master Gao, shouldn't the competition have some kind of prize?"

Gao Yang remained noncommittal, gesturing for Wang Biao to continue.

"Master Gao, putting everything else aside, if you can do it better than me, I'll respect you. But if you can't, you can pack your bags and get out, okay?"

As soon as Wang Biao finished speaking, Zhou Guodong's expression changed, and he quickly stepped forward and slapped Wang Biao on the back of the head.

"You little brat, what are you saying? Apologize to Master Gao right now!"

To everyone's surprise, Wang Biao refused to back down, stubbornly saying, "Master, why are you being so polite to this greenhorn? Look at our veteran masters, every one of them has been working their way up in the kitchen for decades. If Master Gao didn't have some skill, how could he let me work with him?"

"Besides, if Master Gao really has the skills, I'd kneel down and kowtow to him twice."

Wang Biao emphasized the words "Master Gao" very much.

The onlookers gasped in astonishment; the prize was truly enormous. Some knelt down and kowtowed, while others left.

Tsk tsk tsk, this looks like it's going to be a good show today.

Zhou Guodong was so anxious that sweat poured down his forehead. On one side was the person personally chosen by President Su, and on the other side was his most capable apprentice. What was he going to do?

Gao Yang gently pressed down on Zhou Guodong, his expression calm and showing no sign of anger.

No need to apologize.

"He's right. In the kitchen, skill is what matters most."

He looked at Wang Biao, his tone leaving no room for argument.

"Fine, I'll take the bet. If I win, you kneel down and kowtow to me. If I lose, I'll leave on my own."

Seeing this, Zhou Guodong realized that this matter could not be simply left unresolved.

He let out a long sigh.

Sigh, forget it, you can't reason with a damned devil.

Wang Biao's eyes lit up. Seeing that Gao Yang had taken the bait, he couldn't help but feel secretly pleased. However, he still maintained a magnanimous attitude and said, "Then you decide what to compete in."

Gao Yang pondered for a moment, then revealed a playful expression.

"I know you can't cook Western food, and I won't take advantage of you. We'll just make a home-style dish: stir-fried pork with chili peppers."

???

The onlookers were horrified.

"No way, has he gone mad? This is Chinese food, and this is Wang Biao's specialty!"