Jiang Yu listened to these words and laughed, "How did you respond to that?"
"How else could I respond? I was curious too!"
Jia Dequan looked intently at Jiang Yu and asked,
"Co on, tell , how do you cook Beijing-style dishes? I heard you even made a royal Blessed Pork that left those old folks amazed, it sounds unbelievable."
Jiang Yu raised his hand and touched his nose, feeling a bit embarrassed, and said, "If I say it’s passed down from my ancestors, would you believe it?"
"Yeah, right!"
Jia Dequan rolled his eyes at Jiang Yu, leaned back on the sofa, and waved his hand, saying,
"Forget it, I’m too lazy to ask. I don’t care how you make it, as long as I get to eat it."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Yu imdiately breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a smile, "Don’t worry, even if soone misses out, you definitely won’t, Lao Jia."
"At least you still have so conscience!"
Jia Dequan couldn’t help but smile at these words. He continued,
"I wasn’t finished. Initially, those old guys planned that if your cooking was good enough, they would give you a spot to participate in this year’s Huaxia Young Chef Cooking Competition in August.
But after eating what you made, guess what?
They imdiately dropped the idea because with your skills, entering the Young Chef Cooking Competition would be bullying!"
Jiang Yu let out a sigh of relief and said, "Good thing they didn’t invite , otherwise I wouldn’t have known how to refuse."
His original intention of becoming a chef was to earn money to pay off debts. Now that the debts are cleared, he just wants to run the Seventh Dining Hall at the school well. A simple life is quite nice too.
Cooking competitions, cooking associations, Jiang Yu has no interest in participating at all.
He’s just not the type who likes to be in the spotlight.
"That’s where you’re wrong. If you have the chance, it’s good to go out and see the world to broaden your horizons and thinking. What’s wrong with that?"
Jia Dequan didn’t agree with Jiang Yu’s mindset and patiently said,
"Although your cooking skills are already high, there’s no end to improving one’s craft. You can’t advance by working behind closed doors. Only by going out and competing with other top chefs can you possibly improve yourself further.
During my ti in Jiangzhou, I’ve tasted quite a bit of the local cuisine. Actually, Zhangjiang Cuisine is also delicious and closely resembles Xiang Cuisine in flavor, but why hasn’t it beco one of the eight major cuisines?
The reason is still that the audience is too small, and there’s too little interaction with the outside world.
Not to ntion outsiders, even locals don’t know what Zhangjiang Cuisine’s specialties are. How can it be promoted this way?
Now, you’re still young, and you already have a high level of culinary skills. Your skills may beco even better in the future, haven’t you thought about doing sothing to promote Zhangjiang Cuisine?"
After hearing Jia Dequan’s words, Jiang Yu couldn’t help but frown. He scratched his head and smiled wryly, saying,
"Isn’t promoting Zhangjiang Cuisine sothing the Zhangjiang Cooking Association should do? I’m just a university dining hall chef, aren’t you overestimating ?
Besides, I’m not only good at Zhangjiang Cuisine..."
"..."
Jia Dequan was suddenly embarrassed by this statent. He had forgotten that Jiang Yu was not like other chefs. Although he’s from Zhangjiang, he knows far more than just Zhangjiang Cuisine!
In fact, his Sichuan Cuisine, Xiang Cuisine, and Beijing Cuisine are all exceptional!
Damn, finally trying to put on a profound act to "teach" Jiang Yu, and it backfired...
His old face flushed with heat, and he couldn’t help but cough twice, sowhat awkwardly saying,
"Um, um..."
Suddenly, he slapped his thigh, eyes shining, and said excitedly,
"That’s even better! You can make dishes from so many cuisines, you can go abroad to compete and promote our Huaxia food to foreign friends!
Overseas, even a tire dealer can determine a restaurant’s rating, so why can’t our great Huaxia, with its deep-rooted culinary culture, set standards for world cuisine?"
By saying this, Jia Dequan beca visibly excited, his face turning completely red and his lips trembling slightly, clearly moved by his own idea.
This is probably what an old chef, who has toiled in the kitchen for decades, yearns for deep down inside?
"Alright, alright, it’s getting late, I need to go upstairs and prepare dinner."
Jiang Yu picked up the teacup from the table, drank the tea in one gulp, then got up, turned around, and left. If he didn’t go now, he was afraid Jia Dequan would say increasingly absurd things.
Promoting Huaxia cuisine abroad...
Seriously, is this sothing a university dining hall chef should be doing?
After leaving the room, Jiang Yu suddenly stopped, turned back, and said,
"Lao Jia, after dinner you should go ho early and sleep, everything’s possible in dreams!"
"???"
Jia Dequan was stunned for a mont. He watched Jiang Yu’s quickly disappearing figure before he ca to his senses and couldn’t help but shake his head and chuckle, muttering,
"This brat, really thinks I’m talking nonsense?"
...
In Kitchen No. 7.
As soon as Jiang Yu finished cooking a dish, Yan Tongtong hurried over and said to him,
"Senior Brother Jiang, I’ve arranged those people in the ’Spring’ private room, there are five of them in total."
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