My Super Beautiful Lady Boss-Chapter 35 - Kitchen Drama

35: Chapter 35: Kitchen Drama

35 -35: Kitchen Drama

The next day, after Su Xuan arrived at Ming Yue Building, he was immediately dragged into the kitchen by Chen Wanqing, who had been waiting at the entrance.

“Starting today, your task is to stay in this kitchen and train properly!”

“You’ve got to be kidding me.

With my cooking skills, do I still need training?”

Helpless, Su Xuan griped, but Chen Wanqing in front of him remained unmoved, merely standing at the kitchen door, glaring at him to prevent any escape attempts!

The day after tomorrow was the day of the Cooking God competition, and they at Ming Yue Building hadn’t even decided on the dish for the contest yet.

At this moment, there was a stir among the chefs in the kitchen, and the crowd parted slowly as Wu Zhaoxiong walked over.

“Chef Su, you’re not thinking of giving up, are you?” he asked, narrowing his eyes slightly with a menacing look scanning Su Xuan up and down.

Although Su Xuan’s teriyaki lion head dish had indeed impressed the chefs present yesterday, it was far from sufficient for Wu Zhaoxiong.

He had thought that after Master Zhu’s injury, it was his turn to take over as head chef and represent Ming Yue Building in the Cooking God competition, but unexpectedly, Cheng Yaojin had come out of nowhere and snatched the position that was meant for him.

Being happy about it would be a real surprise!

Before Su Xuan could reply, Wu Zhaoxiong gave a sinister smile and continued, “Oh, right!

I forgot that Chef Su is new here and probably isn’t familiar with our Qingshan City’s Cooking God competition yet.

If you’re planning to use that teriyaki lion head in the competition, I’d advise you not to daydream!”

Every Cooking God competition had been a fierce battle in the culinary world.

Countless national top-tier chefs fought for that supreme honor.

This time, Master Zhu, the head chef of Ming Yue Building, was preparing Buddha Jumps Over the Wall, a dish that had begun its ingredient selection half a month ago.

All sorts of exotic and fine ingredients were carefully chosen to achieve the most perfect state possible.

Although the teriyaki lion head was a signature dish of Ming Yue Building, it was clearly not up to the standards of the Cooking God competition.

Su Xuan might not fully understand what this Cooking God competition entailed, but he knew that relying on teriyaki lion head to outshine those national top-tier chefs fell short.

After a brief moment of thought, a smile formed on Su Xuan’s face.

He turned to the chefs present and said, “Of course it’s not the teriyaki lion head.

This time, we’re going to make a bowl of fried rice!”

“What?”

“Did I hear that wrong, did he actually say fried rice?!”

“Even if this guy has given up, he shouldn’t drag Ming Yue Building down with him!

If it was me, I’d make silver cod fish, which is still better than fried rice!”

Hearing the surrounding murmurs, Su Xuan’s face remained unchanged.

He turned his head and said to a stunned Chen Wanqing with a smile, “How about that, not bad for a choice of dish, right?

Don’t worry, I’ll definitely bring back a championship for you in this Cooking God competition!”

As he spoke, Su Xuan glanced around and, seeing that no one was paying attention, leaned cautiously towards Chen Wanqing’s ear and whispered, “If I win the championship, how will you reward me?”

Su Xuan’s hot breath on Chen Wanqing’s earlobe covered her ears with a fine layer of red flush instantly.

With her face slightly blushing, Chen Wanqing stammered, “What…

what sort of reward?

Isn’t a bonus enough?”

“I don’t want a bonus.” Su Xuan shrugged nonchalantly and shook his head.

Then, with his gaze sweeping over her firm, full breasts, he whispered, “Since you’ll be spending the night with me anyway, how about giving me some interest in advance!”

“You…

you shameless!”

Chen Wanqing glared at Su Xuan a few times, then stormed out of the kitchen.

As soon as she walked out the kitchen door, her angry expression turned into a blush.

What’s wrong with me?

I used to get angry when I heard this guy spouting nonsense, but this time why am I not angry, and even a bit expectant?

Thinking about her racing heartbeat, a shy flush spread across Chen Wanqing’s face.

In the kitchen, Wu Zhaoxiong looked at Su Xuan, and with a look of disdain, he said sternly, “Kid, do you think the Cooking God contest is a child’s play?

Fried rice?

I think you have no intention of helping our Bright Moon Building!”

Actually, from the moment yesterday when Chen Wanqing led Su Xuan into the kitchen, Wu Zhaoxiong had already treated Su Xuan as an enemy.

For him, Su Xuan was a stumbling block on his path to becoming the head chef…

“Whether it’s feasible or not, we’ll only know after we try.”

Su Xuan casually remarked, then turned around, faced the assistant chefs, and loudly said, “From now on, our Ming Yue will participate in the Cooking God contest with fried rice, and I hope you all won’t leak this information.”

Hearing Su Xuan’s words, all the chefs found it amusing.

However, they didn’t show it openly and feigned agreement, assuring that they wouldn’t divulge the news to their competitors.

In a culinary duel, apart from the color, fragrance, and flavor of the dish, innovativeness and profound intent are also key to winning.

While the chefs were inwardly contemptuous, amidst the crowd, Wu Zhaoxiong’s face revealed a sinister smile.

His gaze rested on Su Xuan, not far away, his lips slightly curving up, and he muttered to himself, “Just you wait, kid, I will ensure your complete defeat!”

For the rest of the day, Chen Wanqing would come to the kitchen every so often to check whether Su Xuan was training his culinary skills.

It was of no use for Su Xuan to say that he didn’t need any training at all; Chen Wanqing seemed determined to keep him in the kitchen.

And there in the kitchen, Su Xuan, looking at the pots and pans in front of him, felt like dying!

Although he was highly skilled in cooking, it was all forced out of him by the Military God.

You should know that Su Xuan used to hate the kitchen, and if it weren’t necessary, he wouldn’t even want to touch it!

Finally, after work in the evening, a difficult day came to an end.

Seeing Su Xuan’s melodramatic expressions, Chen Wanqing pursed her lips and said, “Get over it.

Someone who doesn’t know better would think I’m abusing my staff!”

“Aren’t you just abusing me?

I’ve told you, this Cooking God contest is no pressure for me; there’s no need for training!”

“Psh, wouldn’t you die if you didn’t brag?

I’ve noticed how you just love to blow your own trumpet!”

Upon hearing that, Su Xuan immediately retorted unhappily, “What I said is absolutely true; my cooking skills have even been praised by the head of Huaxia!

Ever heard of Diaoyutai State Guest House?

The head chef there, known as the best in Huaxia, Master Liang, even admitted that my cooking is better than his!

If it weren’t for my sheer disinterest in cooking, I might be the one cooking beside the head of Huaxia now!”

“Uh~”

Chen Wanqing weakly held her forehead and lamented, “Alright alright, I believe you, okay!” Believing you would be a joke—Diaoyutai State Guest House, who are you trying to fool!

Seeing Su Xuan blabbering nonsensically made her quite uncomfortable.

While Su Xuan actually had many good qualities, there was one thing Chen Wanqing couldn’t stand—his love for making outrageous claims!