The Fake Heiress' Seven Brothers Pampers Her
/ The Fake Heiress' Seven Brothers Pampers Her C224 – Chapter 224: Being a Chef Is Not My Future Ambition
Chapter 224: Being a Chef Is Not My Future Ambition
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
All the flavors fused together and complemented each other, creating a revelry feast on the tip of his tongue. With each chew, the taste became deeper and deeper, and the deeper it became, the sweeter it became. It was as if even his saliva was made of sugar water.
In addition to the tenderness of the chicken cutlet, the bones of the cutlet were as crispy as fried fish, making a satisfying “crackling” sound between the teeth. The unique taste of the bones elevated the overall flavor of the chicken cutlet and maximally highlighted the characteristics of the young chicken. It was a perfect masterpiece.
This…
Head Chef Wang's face stiffened, and he couldn't utter a word.
He turned around again and looked at the beautiful and composed young girl. She didn't even frown, as if she wasn't proud of her cooking at all.
A master chef.
She was the true master chef.
He had utterly lost, but he accepted it wholeheartedly.
The judges asked, “Chef He, what's the name of your dish?”
He Jing, who had been waiting quietly, replied casually, “I didn't name it. I'll just call it fried chicken cutlet.”
It was too common to call it fried chicken cutlet…
The judges were powerless to complain, but they had no choice. Chefs had the ability to decide the name of their own dishes, but they secretly added a prefix to this fried chicken cutlet in their hearts. He Jing.
Only He Jing's fried chicken cutlet could be so special and have such a wonderful taste.
The elderly judge and the female judge barely stopped crying. Their eyes were red and swollen. They joined in the conversation. “Miss He Jing, we represent the Chinese Culinary Association to officially invite you to become one of us.”
He Jing thought for a moment and said, “No. Being a chef isn't my future ambition.”
Her dream was to be a Nobel Prize winner. She wanted to develop chemistry the most. She wanted to research future energy sources and be a person who could benefit the country and society.
The elderly judge panicked when he heard that. He quickly tried to persuade her, “Is it because of your family? If there's any obstacle, you can tell me…” He Jing shook her head. “It's because I didn't want to.”
This answer was simply heartbreaking. With such ability and talent, it would be a waste if she didn't become a chef.
However, He Jing didn't seem to be moved. The elderly judge chose to give up. He walked down from the judges' seats and gave her his business card.
This time, He Jing accepted it.
The match was over, and the result was obvious. He Jing emerged as the undisputed winner.
In the audience, Zhou Xue'er, who had been sweating for He Jing, opened her eyes wide and stuttered, “You won?”
Just a second ago, the host had said that the judges were crying over the bad taste, and the next second, she had won. This was too… Thrilling, right?
The chefs of Prosperous Restaurant were even more stunned. Their mouths were wide open. No way, such a powerful Chef Wang actually lost?
Then wouldn't the Prosperous Restaurant have to follow the bet and get out of A City? They would lose their jobs!
This time, they couldn't lift their spirits. Each of them seemed more depressed
than the other.
The owner of Prosperous Restaurant, Liu Fu, who had been smiling all this while, had an unpleasant expression on his face. He looked like he had lost his parents. “How could this happen?”
Wasn't it just a fried chicken cutlet? How delicious could it be? Mr. Zhou must have bribed the judges!
Thinking of this possibility, he couldn't help but turn his head with fire in his eyes. He saw Mr. Zhou smiling and saying, “Oops, Mr. Liu's luck is really bad. I hope I can see Mr. Liu in A City again next time.”
With that, he stood up, brushed off the non-existent dust on his suit, and left the competition venue with the demeanor of a victor.
At this moment, Yan Hanxi stood up from his seat and went to greet the winner of the match with a slight smile on his thin lips. However, He Jing walked in another direction….
Chapter end
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