This young man didn't seem at all like someone who could cook; he was the owner of Xishan Manor. How could he possibly be cooking himself, and to make it so delicious at that?

But from an appreciative perspective, this plate of crispy fried lotus root slices was definitely better than those stir-fried potato shreds, but for some reason, Sun Wen still had a special fondness for the potato shreds.

Ling Zhenfei, of course, hadn't realized there was so much discussion around him. Like practicing martial arts, cooking also required full concentration, especially the next dish, stir-fried cabbage, which needed even more care.

The main ingredient of this dish was just cabbage, which Ling Zhenfei had torn apart with his hands and even rinsed with water; it was now drained.

The cabbage, grown in Xishan Manor, was tossed into the wok and stir-fried on high heat. The cabbage rolled in the flames, tumbling from every side, until the high heat lightly browned the edges of the cabbage, and then it was time to plate it.

The dish seemed simple, but the technique required to keep the cabbage from burning while it tumbled in the wok was rather special.

This method of cooking ensured the cabbage's flavor was preserved to the greatest extent. The vegetables from Xishan Manor were the tastiest, and in front of such deliciousness, even the best processing could only gild the lily, never overshadow the main attraction.

This was the kind of work Ling Zhenfei did, and now all four dishes were ready. He took the cold mixed tomatoes out of the refrigerator as well.

"Finally done, I've been waiting so long I could have withered," Chef Wang said with impatience.

"Sorry for the wait, God of Cookery Song just arrived, it's not late," Ling Zhenfei said with a smile.

"Then let's go, what a hassle," Chef Wang said and then had his dishes carried forward.

Ling Zhenfei and Sun Wen carefully walked ahead with two plates each. Sun Wen was carrying stir-fried potato shreds and crispy fried lotus root slices. The aroma from these two dishes was so enticing, the different fragrances traveled up her nose and into her stomach, brightening her whole being.

She couldn't help but inhale deeply again and again, but she was even more eager to taste them. She wondered if dishes that smelled so good would taste just as wonderful.

In the Green Apple Restaurant at that moment, an old gentleman and several customers were already prepared.

Ling Zhenfei and Chef Wang placed their dishes on separate tables, and the patrons moved past with chopsticks in hand to taste and then make their choices.

There were five customers in total, with God of Cookery Song following behind, advancing one by one.

Ling Zhenfei had heard of God of Cookery Song. The man's name was Song Zhaoqing. He started as a chef, known for his delicious cooking, someone dubbed him the God of Cookery, and as he grew older, he became a food critic.

God of Cookery was just a title of respect, but as people got used to it, they began to genuinely regard him as such.

Zhu Guanglong and Cui Zhenshan stood together at a distance, watching, while Sun Wen, Zhu Jiaming, Cui Qingmu, and others stood beside Ling Zhenfei's table, looking on.

A circle of waiters and chefs surrounded them, waiting to witness a special competition, but even more people were waiting for the dishes Ling Zhenfei had made because the flavors were simply incredible.

The tasting customers slowly moved forward, passing by Chef Wang's table, picking up a mouthful with their chopsticks, and after tasting, couldn't help but nod their heads as if it was delicious. Then they picked another dish, tasted, nodded, and continued to the next dish.

Ling Zhenfei knew Chef Wang was also good at cooking. After all, he was a chef at a Five-Star Hotel, and if his cooking wasn't delicious, Zhu Guanglong wouldn't have poached him.

The person came to Ling Zhenfei's table where the dishes were placed, and upon seeing Ling Zhenfei's dishes, his eyes instantly widened. He couldn't help but sniff with his nose, and then, unable to wait, he picked up some shredded potatoes with chopsticks.

After tasting, the person was stunned, immediately went for a second mouthful, and then eagerly reached for the lotus root slices with his chopsticks.

"So delicious, so delicious," he couldn't help but exclaim. That shout was no small matter; all the other patrons rushed towards Ling Zhenfei's table.

They stretched out their chopsticks towards those dishes, grabbed the food, placed it in their mouths, their eyes wide open, all the while reaching for the dishes, and clamoring, "Back off, this dish is mine, I bought it.

"Bullshit, whatever you're paying, I'll pay double, this dish is mine."

The restaurant instantly descended into chaos because of these five people. Everyone watched the scene in amazement, and even though they all wanted to try Ling Zhenfei's cooking, this was rather too exaggerated.

At that moment, one of the men straightforwardly picked up the plate of explosive stir-fried shredded potatoes, wanting to claim it as his own. Another person, unable to stand it, threw a punch at him.

Naturally angered by being hit, the man threw a punch back at his attacker, and in no time they were fighting, but even so, he did not let go of the shredded potatoes in his embrace.

"Stop fighting, let go," Ling Zhenfei hurried up to break up the fight; if people started fighting over his dish of shredded potatoes, it would be a serious issue if someone got hurt or killed.

"Right, everybody stop snatching, God of Cookery Song hasn't even had a taste yet," Sun Wen shouted at some of the people involved.

"Everyone put the dishes down, I haven't eaten yet," God of Cookery Song became somewhat angry seeing the situation, surprised at heart, wondering if Ling Zhenfei's cooking was really that delicious, it seemed rather exaggerated.

He was called the God of Cookery, his cooking always received praise, but he had never seen a fight break out over a dish of shredded potatoes before.

At that moment, the chefs rushed over, separated the five men, and snatched the dishes away, but by then, there was not much left in the plates.

"It's really inappropriate for you to be judges, do you even look like judges? Fighting over a dish is really disgraceful," God of Cookery Song rebuked them with displeasure.

He glanced at the remaining food in the plates; normally in such scenarios, he definitely would not eat it, but today he was particularly interested to know how delicious the leftovers of these snatched dishes were.

He picked up the chopsticks intending to eat the remaining food when Zhu Guanglong could not stand by and watch any longer, and quickly said, "God of Cookery Song, maybe just let it go, with what happened, I don't think it's necessary to eat them anymore."

Cui Zhenshan also said, "That's right, Old Master Song, there's another table with dishes, why don't you go and taste the food there instead?"

God of Cookery Song shook his head and still scooped up the last bit of the shredded potatoes together, then put it into his mouth.

After chewing a couple of bites, God of Cookery Song's eyes immediately widened. He reached for another dish, crispy stir-fried lotus root. Although there were only two slices left, he still picked them up and put them into his mouth.

Everyone's eyes widened, incredulously watching the scene unfold before them.

They all knew God of Cookery Song, who usually tasted things with just one nibble and always kept a calm demeanor—nobody expected that today he would act so out of character, showing such an expression on his face.

After eating the crispy stir-fried lotus root slices, God of Cookery Song extended his chopsticks to the stir-fried cabbage, even though there was only one leaf left, he still ate it.

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