In an instant, everyone in the restaurant was stunned. Not only were the other chefs in the kitchen left open-mouthed, but the beautiful female custors surrounding the kitchen were also wide-eyed, their gazes fixed on the Fried Pork Belly in front of Shen Qiang.
"How can this be possible!" The young head chef, who had always been proud of his culinary skills and saw Shen Qiang as a rival, was deeply shocked, staring at the Fried Pork Belly that flipped and rolled under Shen Qiang's spatula, even forgetting to breathe.
"Impossible! What is this strange fragrance, it has removed the raw sll of pork, no, that's not right, it's not removed, but transford the earthy sll of pork into a unique fresh aroma, how can this be possible! What did he use?"
As he was dazzled, feeling as if he was being hamred inside his heart.
Among the nurous beautiful female custors seated by the bar around the kitchen, soone had already cried out in amazent.
"So fragrant, so fragrant! It's amazing, it's like I'm slling the aroma from when my mother used to refine lard during my childhood, no, it's not that greasy, but the pure fragrance of pork fills the air, how can this be, this is just pork belly!"
"A rich aroma of fat? No, not exactly, it's such a strange scent, so fragrant, yet there's no greasy feeling at all, I can't even perceive the taste of oil frying, instead, there's an aroma like that from a stear, is this really frying at?"
"How strange, to maintain a slender body, I've long gotten used to not eating fried foods, and even have a certain distaste for them, but it's so strange, slling this aroma makes inexplicably want to eat."
As the female custors exclaid in awe.
The charming Major General from the Dragon Group, Wenren iqiao, not only blushed at the cheeks, but her beautiful eyes were also fixed unwaveringly on the Fried Pork Belly rolling under Shen Qiang's spatula, her heartbeat accelerating, and she found herself in a peculiar mood.
"So handso." Staring at Shen Qiang, who wore a slightly wicked smile at the edge of his lips, her heart inexplicably fluttering, she couldn't figure out whether she was enamored by the extraordinary aroma of the at or Shen Qiang's charming movents, and his dangerously appealing smile.
"I really want it!"
Conflicted in her heart, she couldn't discern whether what she truly desired was a piece of at or an embrace.
In reality, little did she know that Yu Kang, the head chef previously featured in the Michelin Guide, had specially invited a team of world-class choreographers to ticulously refine every movent and detail of frying, a skill later perfected over three years, leveraging his unmatched Cultivation ability for ticulous precision and exquisite control.
To put it bluntly.
Yu Kang's set of actions could definitely steal the spotlight on any stage.
Thus, his restaurant chose to position the kitchen at the center, allowing custors to sit around, obviously to showcase his cooking skills, to draw them in.
He succeeded.
Over eighty percent of the custors in the entire restaurant were won, who always believed they were drawn solely by Yu Kang's culinary creations. Yet, seeing that the restaurant was filled entirely with handso n, one could imagine that the reality wasn't so simple.
It's akin to a beauty salon staffed entirely by attractive won, inevitably drawing more male custors—it's a distinctive strategy.
At that mont, Shen Qiang, by drawing upon the precise techniques passed down through the dical Saint Inheritance, initially only replicated Yu Kang's handso yet theatrical movents. However, as he continued frying, with his precise Divine Skill, Shen Qiang naturally evolved a unique frying technique solely his own.
Unlike Yu Kang's choreographed, showy movents, Shen Qiang omitted redundant, over-the-top gestures, focusing on strength and decisiveness.
If Yu Kang's frying actions were like a refined poet engaging in elegant exchanges, then Shen Qiang was more like a lone swordsman walking a razor's edge, exuding danger with every pore, while his ultimate masculinity radiated an indescribable allure.
Especially with Shen Qiang's tall, athletic build, and his handso yet slightly mischievous grin, paired with the extre aroma, his entire persona beca explosively captivating.
Almost instantly, the beautiful female custors' eyes glead with admiration as they gazed at Shen Qiang.
This is very normal.
Because in human evolution, taller individuals generally signify better health and strength, making them a preferential choice for females seeking partners.
After Cultivation, Shen Qiang's height had dramatically increased, evidently eting this criterion.
From another perspective, it's akin to the psychological concept of the suspension bridge effect.
When soone walks on a suspension bridge, their heart races, adrenaline spikes due to fear and uncertainty, so if they see soone at that mont, they might instinctively interpret them as their ideal partner.
At this point, the Fried Pork Belly rolling under Shen Qiang's spatula resembled a suspension bridge itself.
The ultimate fragrance akin to swaying cables.
The craving to taste this delicacy caused the hearts of many beautiful won present to race, adrenaline surging, and when they raised their heads, they saw the tall, strong, handso yet slightly dangerous Shen Qiang.
In such a scenario, with their hearts racing, how could they clearly distinguish whether their desire was simply for a piece of at or an embrace?
Inhaling the ultimate aroma, gazing at the extraordinarily handso Shen Qiang, the constant voices of doubt slowly faded away, the entire restaurant fell silent, and Shen Qiang naturally beca the center of attention.
"What an amazing aroma! You can sll it even on the street, boss, quickly give a serving of that."
The restaurant door was pushed open.
A few custors rushed in.
Their arrival snapped the handso young head chef Yu Kang out of his reverie.
"Am I going to lose? This kind of ultimate delicacy even makes secretly drool, not to ntion ordinary custors." He sighed, looking at Shen Qiang, yet at this mont, the anger he once held seed to inexplicably dissipate.
Instead, he felt a sense of deep respect, for although the outco was not yet decided, he already knew in his heart that he was likely to lose.
"You can't give up!" In the mont of unexplainable respect towards Shen Qiang, Yu Kang pinched his thigh hard, then wide-eyed, warned himself internally. "You can't lose, Yu Kang, you're the best chef, you must hold on, until the very end, never give up!"
Right at that mont, with a click, Shen Qiang turned off the heat on the grille.
The eyes of all the female diners present instantly sparkled with a craving for a taste.
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