"I can't believe that Ling Zhenfei, such a huge idol, is willing to compete in a cooking contest with Xiya Restaurant. It's really surprising."

"Yeah, isn't he a doctor? How come he's competing in cooking?"

"Both use knives, one uses a scalpel and the other uses a kitchen knife. Maybe there's something in common between the two."

"Chen Fang probably doesn't know Ling Zhenfei's identity, otherwise, this wouldn't have happened."

"Ling Zhenfei is being too particular. Even if the food at Xiya Restaurant isn't great, he could just bear with it. Did he really have to go so far as to compete in cooking?"

At this moment, Bai Ling came over with vegetables. There weren't many, as Ling Zhenfei had specifically prepared them when he came.

After taking the vegetables, Ling Zhenfei looked inside and said, "I'm really sorry, I didn't bring many vegetables. There are tomatoes, cucumbers, potatoes, lotus root, and a chicken. I think we can just make these dishes."

Chen Fang smiled and said, "Sure, I'm really curious to see what you can come up with."

"Let's cut the chatter then. My friends are still waiting for dinner." Ling Zhenfei smiled at Lin Yi and the others.

Lin Yi and the others were very excited. Since Ji Mei posted that photo online saying how delicious Ling Zhenfei's food was, many fans have dreamed of tasting his cooking.

Among Ling Zhenfei's fans, there's even a saying: "Eating a dish made by Ling Zhenfei is harder than sleeping with him."

They never expected to be able to eat Ling Zhenfei's food today, so they were all very excited and had great confidence in his culinary skills.

As a high-end restaurant, Xiya Restaurant has an open Western kitchen in the corner of the main hall, which was set as the competition venue.

The chef at Xiya Restaurant, hearing someone say his food wasn't tasty, came over angrily.

Seeing Ling Zhenfei, he looked him up and down and said, "You're the one who said my food isn't good, right?"

Ling Zhenfei shook his head and said, "I didn't say your food isn't good. I said the ingredients you use aren't tasty."

"Isn't that the same thing?" the chef said angrily.

Ling Zhenfei smiled and said, "Of course it's different. Different ingredients make different dishes. I brought my own vegetables today. Even a quick stir-fry will taste better than using ordinary vegetables."

The chef snorted, "Kid, you're too arrogant. To say that a quick stir-fry can taste better than mine, let's have a competition then. What do you want to make?"

Ling Zhenfei was speechless, feeling that the chef was a bit dull, as he didn't seem to understand his words. But Ling Zhenfei didn't care anymore.

"I only brought these ingredients today. The cooking style is casual, and we'll judge based on taste and public preference."

The chef nodded and said, "Fine, let's do it that way. I won't bully you. We'll make these dishes and see whose skills are better."

Once they agreed, they began to prepare. Ling Zhenfei smiled inwardly, confident that he would win no matter what. He had great confidence in the vegetables from Xishan Manor.

Since he brought a chicken from Xishan Manor, it was the first thing he prepared. Under everyone's watchful eyes, Ling Zhenfei simply cleaned the chicken and put it in the pot to stew.

The chef's chicken dish was more special. He used a complex method, placing a pigeon inside the chicken, making it intricate and complicated.

Though complex, the chef had assistants, so the process was reasonably fast.

Once both chickens were set to stew, they started preparing other dishes. Ling Zhenfei's dishes were the simplest: cold cucumber salad, sugar tomatoes, stir-fried lotus root slices, and spicy shredded potatoes.

Each dish Ling Zhenfei made drew laughter from the crowd because they were so simple.

For the tomatoes, he only sprinkled a bit of sugar, which seemed a bit lazy.

Meanwhile, the chef's dishes were elaborate. His shredded potatoes included pork strips, mushrooms, daylilies, and so on, resulting in a dish called "Mu Shu Pork."

Strictly speaking, the chef's "Mu Shu Pork" violated the rules as it contained very few shredded potatoes.

But Ling Zhenfei didn't say anything, thinking that no technique could compensate for the difference in ingredients.

Soon, the chef's dishes were also ready, and both sides set them on the table, with only the stewed chickens left unfinished.

On the table, the dishes were clearly divided into two camps. The chef's dishes looked very appetizing, with beautiful colors and elaborate presentations. In contrast, Ling Zhenfei's dishes, due to their simplicity, didn't look particularly remarkable.

Many people crowded around, curious about the dishes on the table. The chef's dishes looked very delicious, but they were equally curious about Ling Zhenfei's food.

What kind of dishes gave Ling Zhenfei such confidence? How could such simple preparations compete with a Five-Star restaurant chef?

Chen Fang laughed at the sight of the dishes, clearly very satisfied with the chef's creations. When she looked at Ling Zhenfei's dishes, she couldn't help but shake her head, thinking the outcome was already decided.

"Kid, do you admit defeat now? Look at your dishes; does any of them look like a proper dish? Just cutting tomatoes and sprinkling some sugar counts as a dish?" the chef mocked Ling Zhenfei.

Ling Zhenfei smiled and said, "Even if you spend an hour making a tomato dish, if it doesn't taste as good as mine, what's the point?"

Chen Fang said unhappily, "Are you still not giving up at this point? Your farce can end now. Just admit it."

Ling Zhenfei replied, "Admit what? No one has judged yet. How do you know whether your restaurant's dishes are liked? People might prefer my simply-made dishes."

"Do you think that's possible? Your dishes tasting good would be strange. Just four dishes: two stir-fried and two cold dishes; how can they compare to ours?"

"You'll never know until you try." Ling Zhenfei said with a smile.

"Alright, let's see. Who would like to taste?"

Chen Fang said to the onlookers, and a crowd quickly gathered. Despite the wealth of the customers here, the Chinese inherently love a good spectacle.

About a dozen people formed a line, taking turns to taste the dishes. Each person was allowed one bite per dish.

The first was a young man. He first tasted the chef's dish and couldn't help but give a thumbs-up, praising, "As expected of a Five-Star chef, this is delicious."

Chen Fang glanced at Ling Zhenfei, seemingly taunting him, but Ling Zhenfei acted as if he didn't notice.

The young man, after tasting the chef's dish, turned his attention to Ling Zhenfei's dishes. He looked at the cold dishes with disdain but still picked up some with chopsticks.

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