Once you enter the palace gates, it is as deep as the sea

"Lord Zhou, is there a problem?"

Boiling and boiling, from noon until evening, and showing a tendency to continue into the night, Lin Wuniao maintained an inscrutable demeanor throughout. Several times, water was added to prevent the soup from drying out.

No... she lunged forward and hugged his thigh. She comforted herself inwardly: I can be flexible; for the sake of such trivial dignity, being expelled would not be worth it.

The Duke of Zhou was burning with a fierce anger in his heart, and he roared, "Say your name again."

This must be the eldest daughter of the Lin family, Lin Wuniao, right? Miao Fangfei raised her head and glanced over with a sidelong look, while Lin Wuniao very considerately adjusted her stance to match her angle

She looked at him with bright, sparkling eyes and asked, "What should we do then, sir?"

With a "bang," she walked sideways like a crab and bumped her head against the door panel. After a brief pause, she straightened her neck, which had been knocked askew, and continued to hold her head high as she entered at an angle.

As soon as the crowd dispersed, her legs began to tremble involuntarily

If one mistakenly misjudges and treats a hot pan as an ingredient, it would be quite disastrous

The braised pork with preserved vegetables is crafted with remarkable artistry, featuring a rich, glossy red color. The sauce is thick and flavorful, and the pork is neatly arranged and elevated, offering a tender and aromatic taste.

In the small dish beside it, there are leftover ingredients and materials from Miao Fangfei, such as shiitake mushrooms, wood ear mushrooms, and so on, scattered in small portions, each in its own little dish.

Lin Wuniao stood behind Miao Manxi, unable to suppress a gulp, swallowing his saliva

Miao Fangfei shot him a sidelong glance and began to tidy up the utensils and ingredients on the stove.

Ah... that's not it either. Lin Wuniao rubbed his hands together, smiling with great frustration, "With so many masters here, I truly feel ashamed to show my shortcomings"

No birds ... ... No birds ... ... No birds ... ...

Lin Wuniao cast a conflicted glance at Miao Manxi, observing his cold expression, with his hands clasped behind his back, neither agreeing nor denying, presenting an air of detachment, which made Lin Wuniao inwardly lament

Lin Wuniao shamelessly laughed: "Call me Little Bird, that feels more intimate."

Lin Wuniao's back was drenched in a layer of dense cold sweat

Miao Fangfei raised her eyebrows, a hint of anger appearing on her face

There are no birds in the forest! she answered honestly

With her eyes closed, she shaped each item into a diamond, her delicate fingers swiftly moving up and down among those black jars, remarkably beautiful

Miao Fangfei turned her face, displaying a look of indifference, causing Lin Wuniao to swallow the rest of his words.

With a bang, Miao's face turned completely red: "Nonsense, get up!" His voice returned to its emotionless coldness.

Zhou Gonggong responded with a cold expression, his small eyes glaring sideways at Lin Wuniao, venting all the anger he had previously harbored onto Lin Wuniao.

Upon his remark, everyone immediately left the venue without any objections

As Miao Fangfei walked past the table, she deliberately paused, casting him a sidelong glance filled with sorrow, as if she had something to say but hesitated. She observed the table, which maintained a consistently indifferent demeanor, and finally, with a frustrated stamp of her foot, she dashed away.

"How much longer is it going to be?" Miao Fangfei finally couldn't hold back and was the first to ask.

His small eyes narrowed into a thin line, fiercely glaring at the back of Miao Manxi. From a distance, Miao Manxi's silhouette had already faded into a faint blue cloud.

Everyone fell silent, looking at her with dark expressions

In fact, she was overthinking. During the evening assembly, when the mentors were assigned to each person, Miao Fangfei was assigned to Deputy Chef Zheng.

The boiling water, along with the iron pot, was smashed onto the ground, hissing and emitting white steam.

How does she cook like this? Lin Wuniao muttered to herself

Hmph! Seeing Lin Wuniao act this way, she felt quite displeased and coldly snorted, crossing her arms: "Cousin has chosen you as his assistant, so you must have some exceptional qualities. I wonder if Miss Lin can also show us a thing or two, so we can have a look at the renowned young master of the Lin family?"

This is truly an extraordinary situation! Deputy Chef Zhou is a rough man; apart from cooking, he knows nothing about arias.

Gradually, everyone lost interest in that pot of stew.

It is truly a display of confidence and preparedness

The kitchen is divided into separate rooms.

Everything is ready, she raises the ladle over the hot pan, her posture graceful, as if performing the most delicate dance in the world. She is preparing a very ordinary home-cooked dish: braised pork with preserved mustard greens. The method is simple, the technique moderate, neither overshadowing the chef's skills nor allowing others to underestimate her.

You might as well prepare a dish, as there is originally an introductory test.

"Alright, the soup no longer needs to be simmered." Miao turned her face, looking at her with a half-smile, tapping the pot lid, "What kind of pot is this? You and I both know the answer."

The call of "master" was so lingering and heartfelt that it made Miao's heart involuntarily skip a few beats.

After a full three or two times, Lord Zhou finally managed to suppress his anger, his hands trembling beneath his sleeves: "The seeds are plentiful, the wheel of fortune turns, you must burn good incense, so that the Emperor will always favor your dish, otherwise..."

Her words are filled with a strong sense of jealousy

That... Lin Wuniao raised her hand in a conflicted manner, wanting to tell her that she had slanted all the way to the door panel.

Duke Zhou looked at him, his expression one of impatience as he lightly raised his head, feeling extremely guilty inside, and waved his hand: "Next, what is your name?"

Damn it, it is simply forcing a hero to rise up against tyranny.

He stood with his hands behind his back, and after a long moment of calm, he said lightly: "You should go back first; we will start practicing the fundamentals tomorrow." He completely disregarded her words.

"Miss Miao, I have heard that you are the most outstanding among the new generation of the Miao family. I wonder if we might have the honor of witnessing your skills." Deputy Chef Zheng clearly appeared to be watching a performance.

Lin Wuniao and Miao Fangfei were placed in the same room. Upon entering, Miao Fangfei still held her head high, her eyes slightly askew.

Lin Wuniao climbed up with a sense of sorrow, saying, "What about that soup? It needs to be simmered for a long time, and I have spilled it all."

Without needing to say anything, she waved her hand with great grandeur, and for about the duration of an incense stick, she remained with her eyes closed, deep in contemplation facing the stove

Miao Manxi, who had been standing with his hands behind his back, turned around and, for once, a hint of a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Everyone can disperse now. I will accompany Wuniao to finish this dish. As for the flavor, I will reserve a soup for everyone to taste tomorrow."

It seems that he intends to assess his true level of ability

"Hmph! What difference is there between your soup and plain water?" He snorted coldly. There was a hint of amusement in his eyes, yet he still maintained a cold demeanor.

Suddenly, she felt a great sense of unease, as all eyes were focused on her. It was to be expected, as everyone present was a chef; for them, cooking was akin to martial arts sparring, and they would not associate it with appetite. Except for Lin Wuniao, everyone else's perception of this dish was merely that of a work of art

Lin Wuniao's most stubborn nerve was touched, she rolled up her sleeves, took a deep breath, and with the same hand and foot, she arrived at the stove.

Lin Wuniao rolled her eyes and acted shamelessly: "You actually insult my soup. A gentleman may be killed but not humiliated. I would rather spill my soup than let you drink it." With that, she lifted the pot of soup and, with a mighty spirit that could move mountains and rivers, flung it out.

Lin Wuniao suddenly became alert

Old Duke Zhou was tearfully wringing his handkerchief, deeply wounded by this fierce name. He twisted the handkerchief, preparing to erupt.

"Since that is the case, you should prepare another pot of soup for everyone to taste tomorrow." He was not angry, but coldly issued the command, elegantly turned around, and was about to walk out.

Miao Manxi stood with her hands behind her back, her pitch-black eyes reflecting a profound depth, her expression calm and unperturbed, as if she were oblivious to the trivial comments around her

It turns out that Miao Manxi has gone and returned.

Pouring water, bringing it to a boil, and then swiftly combining all the ingredients from the small dishes into one, her movements were fluid and seamless, executed in one go, followed by a sprinkle of salt

Pah, dead chef, what are you so proud of? Aren't you just a cook?" He spat angrily, feeling a bit of relief afterward.

It flows like a stream of clouds... Someone cautiously reminded him, but was immediately silenced by his piercing fish-like eyes.

The young eunuch in charge of registration was secretly pinched by the orchid fingers of Lord Zhou, causing him to jump up and down.

Once again, it is tea time, and Lin Wuniao has finally begun to take action

"There are no birds in the forest!" she replied firmly and loudly

As I said, this is the highest realm. Look at her, calm and unhurried, steady and gentle; it is evident that she embodies the realm of a master

Ah! Then I shall take my leave. Lin Wuniao is not the least bit modest; she is so exhausted that she could fall asleep while standing.

Shall we change it up?

Oh, it truly is the demeanor of a master!" Some people began to speak softly.

The vast entrance resounds with the clear voice of Lin Wuniao.

Lin Wuniao provocatively looked at Miao Manxi, her eyes curved, while Xiao Tou happily pointed here and there

"How is Fangfei's suggestion abrupt?" Miao Fangfei raised her eyebrows and followed closely behind.

Lin Wuniao calmly looked back and replied ethereally: "Perhaps there are about one or two, maybe three or four, or possibly seven or eight hours..."

She has no concept of what to do

Miao Manxi embraced her, feeling both amused and helpless: "Miss Lin, your culinary skills are exceptional, there is truly no need for this. Please get up and speak."

Truly worthy of being the new assistant of the esteemed Lord Manxi!