Gasp! She's a Time Traveler Using Modern Tech to Improve Ancient Life Chapter 52: Conquering Foodies

Shan Xinrong initially thought he could make a na for himself with his skills when he first entered the Guest Welcoming Building, but to his surprise, he was only asked to be the head chef’s assistant, helping with chopping and preparing ingredients.

He joined the Guest Welcoming Building at eighteen and is now twenty-five, yet he still hasn’t beco a head chef.

The apprentices who joined the Guest Welcoming Building with Shan Xinrong have already beco head chefs under their master’s promotion, but he has always been stagnant. To say he’s not frustrated is impossible.

In terms of culinary skills, Shan Xinrong felt he definitely had the level of a head chef; what he lacked was connections. As a lone wolf in the Guest Welcoming Building, it was really hard for him to get promoted.

But this ti, Shan Xinrong had absolute confidence, just because of the secret recipe he recently acquired! He had tried it several tis at ho.

The fairy-like lady from Lin ngli’s family was indeed like a deity descended to earth. The stead buns made with this secret recipe were sure to shock everyone!

For the twenty young chefs, the ingredient identification round before the culinary exhibition competition was not too difficult. Everyone had been preparing for this day for a long ti, and the skills showdown was the real tough battle.

In this internal head chef promotion competition, there was one person with the most confidence, and he was Ren Qingsheng’s apprentice and also his own son, Ren Quangui.

Among the twenty young chefs, there was one senior apprentice of his, Zhang Yulai, who was sure to concede, plus his father had already secured the support of three well-connected head chefs outside.

Everyone started to get busy, and even Zhang Yulai, who had long thought about giving up the head chef competition, didn’t show any relaxation. He hoped that he would win and then give the spot to his junior brother, rather than losing to him directly in the competition, which was his last bit of stubbornness.

Shan Xinrong took a deep breath as he picked up the flour, put it into the bamboo sieve, and began making his signature dish.

In fact, his family’s signature dish was roast goose, but he had used roast goose in the competition two years ago and it hadn’t made him stand out. So this ti, he chose the most ordinary yet not ordinary stead buns!

Making sothing extraordinary out of sothing ordinary is the most impressive!

Knead the dough, add so baking soda, let the dough rest, pick up the stear for preparation, add so more baking soda, after going through the entire process, Shan Xinrong finally puts the eight molded buns into the stear to start steaming.

He chose to make eight because before the competition, his wife went to the Daoist Temple to get a fortune slip, and the fortune teller said eight was his lucky number.

Nineteen out of the twenty young chefs had already presented their signature dishes, all were big dishes, and unsurprisingly, Ren Quangui had the highest score so far.

Zhang Yulai lost to his junior brother, though there wasn’t much expression on his face, his heart was already filled with darkness—his master withheld his skills, the dish that his junior brother was good at had never been taught to them by their master.

"Why isn’t it ready yet? What exactly is the last young chef making?" The three invited gourt reviewers impatiently asked.

The head chef sitting next to them replied, "I just glanced over, it seems to be stead buns."

"Stead buns?"

"Is he joking?"

"Can stead buns really be a signature dish?"

"Here it cos, here it cos, he’s bringing the stear out."

"Sorry for keeping you all waiting." Shan Xinrong directly pulled the small stear off the pot and placed it on the exhibition table in the hall. He lifted the lid, revealing the fluffy and full white stead buns to everyone’s eyes.

The eight stead buns were cut into sixteen pieces, leaving one piece on display at the exhibition table, while the rest were served to the judges.

The gourt nad Tao comnted, "Very good-looking stead buns, smooth skin, rare fair color, the plump appearance is quite good, they are sowhat like ’doudo’ (an ancient term for stead buns), but much fluffier."

The head chef was a bit surprised to see this stead bun, he pinched it with his fingers and found that the bun quickly rebounded to its original shape, very fluffy and elastic.

The impatient gourt took a bite, the minute holes imdiately exuded a faint wheat aroma, lingering in the mouth, with a slight sweetness when chewed.

Completely incomparable to the thick-skinned, hard, and sour stead buns eaten in the past! The texture was soft yet chewy, so delicious that you couldn’t stop eating.

The gourt quickly ate the half portion he was given and hurriedly shouted, "Bring that other half over there too!"

Eh, there’s an echo!

Hey! What echo, it was clearly greedy Old Tao shouting at the sa ti, just like him.

The air filled with "crackling" sounds as if there was electricity, and while the two of them were staring at each other, the remaining gourt had already climbed over the table and directly ran to the exhibition stand, stuffing the remaining stead bun into his mouth.

"Hey! You little rascal!"

Both of them cursed in unison and then shouted to Shan Xinrong, "Your signature dish is phenonal, I give you full marks! Now, hurry, steam another batch for , I want to take so ho for my family to try!"

Seeing the performance of the three gourts like this, the head chef and the shopkeeper exchanged a glance, was there even a need to discuss the results of this competition?

The simplest is often the hardest. Playing new tricks with ordinary food is what’s truly impressive.

The head chef stood up, smiled at Shan Xinrong, and said, "Since the three gourt masters have such a request, why don’t you, Little Shan, quickly go make a few more batches?"

Shan Xinrong excitedly almost jumped up, his voice distorted as he replied to the head chef, "Yes~~~"

anwhile, Ren Quangui and Ren Qingsheng’s faces were all gloomy, never expecting that even though everything was arranged, an unexpected outco would still occur.

"Lin ngli, oh Lin ngli, you are truly my lucky star. If I beco a head chef this ti, I’ll definitely invite you to our restaurant for a feast!" Shan Xinrong thought happily to himself, feeling utterly relieved.

The future (fortune) was bright!

That afternoon, the Guest Welcoming Building introduced a new specialty—Cloud White Stead Buns.

Everyone who tasted the Cloud White Stead Buns was conquered by its sweet and soft texture. Compared to the Cloud White Stead Buns in their hands, the sour and hard stead buns they had previously eaten could only be considered dog food.

A Cloud White Stead Bun wasn’t expensive, those who could afford to dine at the Guest Welcoming Building didn’t care about spending a few extra coins. Moreover, even with money, it wasn’t easy to buy.

Because it took ti to rest the dough, Shan Xinrong never imagined there would be such a sensational effect, and he hadn’t prepared enough to sell.

Often, as soon as a batch of stead buns ca out of the stear, they were snatched up imdiately, whether plain or with at filling, they were in high demand.

Over at the Yuebin Building, a table had just ordered when a friend called them away: "Today, the Guest Welcoming Building has fresh food, let’s go see, if we go late, there’ll be none left."

"What is worth your fuss?"

"You’ll know when you get there, quick, let’s go."

"Alright, alright then."

The Yuebin Building waiter watched as the custors left.

After just one night, every restaurant in the small town learned about the Guest Welcoming Building’s Cloud White Stead Buns.

The shopkeeper of the Yuebin Building was particularly distressed because he imdiately recalled that not long ago, a rchant’s wife had tried to sell him a recipe that could make stead buns larger and whiter, but he hadn’t taken it seriously back then!

There was once a chance to make a fortune placed before him, but he didn’t cherish it. Only after losing it did he regret it deeply.