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

In the kitchen, all the dishes were served, except for the last dessert.

"You can deliver this Damask rose soufflé yourself."

Gao Yang stopped what he was doing and stared straight at Wu Zhou.

He understood that Wu Zhou was also a conflicted person; otherwise, he wouldn't have given up his family's assets to learn how to make desserts.

He understood even more clearly that Wu Zhou was holding his breath, wanting to prove to others that he was not a useless coward hiding under someone's wing.

At this moment, Wu Zhou looked at the two soufflés on the table, pondered for a moment, and nodded.

"I'll go."

Gao Yang nodded slightly, his tone calm, revealing Wu Zhou's thoughts.

"The private room is full of people from the top tier of Yuncheng, including CEOs from various companies. Your identity can't be hidden, nor does it need to be. You made this dessert, so the credit is yours. Whether they praise you or ask questions, it's best for you to go and listen in person."

Gao Yang certainly understood how well this dessert was made, but Wu Zhou needed more encouragement.

Wu Zhou didn't reply, his expression showing some hesitation.

He licked his lips, swallowed, and steadily picked up the plate.

He didn't want to admit it, but Gao Yang was right.

He has practiced making desserts for so many years not to hide in the kitchen in obscurity, nor to be someone else's assistant.

He wanted people to know that this amazing achievement was made by him, Wu Zhou.

Old Zhou and his apprentices wisely kept quiet and watched silently.

This young master of the Wu family has a bad temper and is arrogant, but his skills are truly unparalleled.

I spent the whole day busy in the kitchen, showing none of the spoiled airs of a rich kid, just burying myself in my work at the counter.

They had already given in to their convictions.

Wu Zhou carried the tray and walked steadily out of the kitchen.

He walked through the bustling lobby and made his way to the door of the private room. He took a deep breath and gently knocked on the door.

The laughter and chatter inside paused for a moment, then a voice called out, "Come in."

He pushed the door open and entered.

The private room was dimly lit, and all the business elites at the table looked over. Their eyes first fell on him, and then they were captivated by the exquisitely crafted soufflé in his hand.

The fluffy and upright cake is adorned with pale purple rose petals and covered with a thin layer of powdered sugar like snow. Its delicate and gentle aroma contrasts sharply with the rich and mellow dishes in front of it, making it an instant delight to behold.

The old man spoke first, his eyes filled with curiosity.

"Is this the last dessert?"

Wu Zhou stood still, his tone neither humble nor arrogant, showing no stage fright or deliberate attempt to ingratiate himself.

"Yes, I made the Damask rose lychee soufflé."

In short, it's straightforward and concise, clearly stating who belongs to whom.

Everyone present was astute and could tell at a glance that this young man was no ordinary person, and his demeanor was unlike that of an ordinary kitchen apprentice. They were all quite surprised.

Su Wanqing sat to the side, a slight smile playing on her lips, without interrupting, leaving the spotlight entirely to Wu Zhou.

Wu Zhou placed the two soufflés on the table, one in front of the old man and the other in front of Su Wanqing.

"Hey, isn't this the Wu family's son who went abroad?"

"Yeah, I remember your name is Wu Zhou, right? Why don't you go to your family's company and come here to make desserts?"

The words were not loud, but they reached the ears of everyone present.

Everyone was taken aback at first, and then their gazes toward Wu Zhou became more complicated.

There was surprise, curiosity, and a touch of disbelief.

Are you kidding me? Giving up the Wu family business to become a chef, and even serving dishes himself—what is that if not neglecting his duties?

Wu Zhou's fingers tightened slightly on the edge of the plate, his face instantly turned cold, and his already taut jawline became even more sharp.

That's the sentence he hates the most.

Wherever he goes, people talk about his family background, as if he has nothing to offer in his life except for the title of "Young Master Wu".

The old man noticed that something was wrong with his expression, coughed lightly, glanced around the room, subtly suppressed the whispers, and then looked at Wu Zhou in a calm tone.

"Young people, it's not easy to have your own preferences. No matter how good your family's conditions are, it's more important to find your true self."

With a single sentence, Wu Zhou was extricated from his predicament.

Wu Zhou paused slightly, and his gaze toward the old man softened, becoming more grateful.

He didn't explain much, he just spoke softly, his voice low but each word clear.

"Family matters are family matters, but making desserts is my own business."

"I don't rely on the Wu family's name, nor do I rely on anyone's protection; I rely solely on my own two hands."

These words were straightforward, carrying a youthful arrogance; they were not tactful, but exceptionally sincere.

Su Wanqing spoke at the opportune moment, her tone gentle yet still weighty.

"Everyone, Wu Zhou's dessert-making skills are top-notch in the entire Yun City. Today's soufflé is the grand finale of our island's menu, and it's also Wu Zhou's original creation. It has nothing to do with whose son he is; it's all about the taste."

Everyone understood what she meant, so they stopped discussing it and turned their attention back to the soufflé.

The appetizers and main courses have already satisfied all their appetites.

At this moment, everyone wanted to taste the desserts made by the young master of the Wu family to see just how good they were.

Whether it tastes good or not, just give it a normal compliment.

However, the old man had no such intention; given his status, he had no need to flatter anyone.

The old man was the first to pick up the small spoon and gently scoop it out.

The fluffy cake slightly sunken, revealing lychee pieces inside, while the delicate fragrance of roses wafts into the nostrils first.

"So sweet."

His eyes lit up the moment he entered the room.

This soufflé is as soft as a cloud and melts in your mouth.

The rose fragrance is delicate and not overpowering, the lychee flavor is sweet and mild without being cloying, and the milk flavor is rich and mellow. The flavors unfold layer by layer, leaving your mouth clean and refreshed with a lingering sweetness.

The heaviness left by the previous main dishes was completely cleaned up by this dessert, making it a perfect ending.

He savored it carefully, only to find that the soufflé had long since dissipated in his mouth, leaving only the delicate fragrance of rose and lychee.

The old man slowly put down his spoon, revealing a rare, genuine expression of admiration.

"Wow! What a wonderful example of relying solely on skill, not family connections! I haven't had such a satisfying dessert in ages!"

"Just based on this soufflé, you're much better than many young people who are obsessed with business and only know how to live off their past achievements."

He looked at everyone at the table and said solemnly, "I suggest you all try it; the feeling is just different."

Su Wanqing smiled knowingly upon hearing the old man's evaluation.

She also scooped up a spoonful.

The sweet aroma spreads across the tongue first, with the delicate fragrance of rose and the refreshing sweetness of lychee, without being cloying or greasy at all.

The texture of a soufflé is as light and soft as a cloud. It melts slowly on the tongue with almost no chewing. There is no eggy smell or powdery feeling, only pure smoothness.

"It really tastes delicious. No wonder Gao Yang found this person."

She was secretly delighted, her eyes crinkling with joy.

Just then, an untimely voice rang out.

"What kind of rubbish did you make? It's awful!"