“There will be the freshest black truffle, as well as top-notch foie gras. Your Second Uncle has another specialty—goose head. In the past, a clueless person tried to buy your Second Uncle’s braised goose head for 2000 bucks. As for more of the dishes that I don’t know about, your Second Uncle has already prepared them for you.”
Just listening to Old Master Chi’s description made Zhong Nuannuan salivate.
“Grandpa, let’s go then!”
Zhong Nuannuan held onto Old Master Chi to support him and left as fast as they could under the envious gazes of the Nangong family men.
Nangong Yi could not help but say, “Dad, you make excellent food too.”
“That’s right, Third Brother. Your cooking skills are top-notch as well. You should start working hard. After Dad wakes up, and by the time we welcome Little Girl Nuannuan back to the family, make sure your cooking stands out from Chi Zeyao’s!”
At this moment, Nangong Zhao’s heart was filled with flames of jealousy, and his eyes were beaming with the determination to win.
“Hmph, what’s so good about Western cuisine anyway? There isn’t a lot of variation between the dishes anyway. Back when the people in the West were still barbarians, we were already a great country. Take those pizzas that have no nutrients, for example. Back then, it was Marco Polo who secretly picked up our culinary skills. Since he never mastered it, he didn’t know how to add stuffing into his bread before baking them. That was why he wiped the minced meat that was meant to make guokui [1]on the dough before baking, thus inventing pizza. No matter how delicious Western cuisine is, it can never compare to our Chinese cuisine!”
Nangong Qin could not resist patting the glib-tongued Nangong Zhao. “You’ve also heard that our Little Girl Nuan likes western food!”
“What do you know?” Nangong Zhao straightened himself to challenge Nangong Qin.
“My master is the renowned quintessential grandmaster of the nation, Shi Qingyang. If I hadn’t wanted to bring the Nangong family to greater heights back then, I would’ve inherited my master’s legacy. Just you wait! We’ll see if the dishes made by Chi Zeyao, who nearly became an executive chef, can be better than the profound and extensive recipes from our great nation!”
Nangong Zhao emanated an aura that incidentally matched the one on Chi Zeyao, who was currently making French delicacies at home.
“Dad, then you must work hard and get your grandmaster to transfer more secrets to you. Think about it, our little princess is only 17 years old, and she has never returned home since she was born. She hasn’t even enjoyed any real familial love, and she’s still a high school student. Yet, Chi Yang, that cunning wolf—and an old wolf at that—has already snatched her away from us. Now, we see Nuannuan treating Grandpa Chi as her family, but she’s so cold to us, her real family. We can’t even reveal anything. Hasn’t it occurred to you to remove our guilt after seeing her like that?”
Nangong Zhao felt dismayed from the beginning. After hearing his son’s words, he instantly flew into a rage. “Nonsense, how could I not have thought about it? Everyone, relax. On the day that Nuannuan officially returns to the Nangong family, I’ll definitely make a table full of unforgettable dishes for her.”
Nangong Shu corrected him. “Our little princess has gone through so much just to return home, and you only plan to cook for her once? I think you don’t want to be her Third Uncle. If it were me, I would cook for her every day so long as she wished for it.”
Nangong Qin, “I agree!”
Nangong Zheng, “Seconded!”
Nangong Yi, “I second that too!”
Nangong Zhao, ‘…I don’t want to talk to a group of people who are obviously possessed. They’re making him sound like he doesn’t wish to cook for Nuannuan.’
If Nuannuan wished so, he could quit his job and cook only for her at home!
[1] Translates literally into ‘pot helmet’, this is a flatbread made from flour originating from Shaanxi cuisine. Some of them are served with meat stuffing!
