The story begins in Food Wars, when Alice took him home.

Are you afraid of retaliation?

It's easy to tell from the old man's words that this restaurant used to be quite good, so how did it end up like this?!

Seeing the waiter's slightly flustered expression and the strange looks from many customers in the restaurant, Bai Yuan didn't think anything of it. He simply met their gazes calmly, his face full of confidence.

Seeing this, the old man in plain clothes smiled and sat calmly in his chair, waiting for the restaurant's head chef to arrive.

Young people are so much better; they dare to fight and are not afraid of rumors. If it were an old man like him, he would just have to swallow his pride and suffer in silence.

"Please...please wait a moment, I'll call the chefs for these two dishes over right away."

The waiter in charge of the reception had never seen such a scene before and was immediately frightened, but he quickly calmed down and said to Bai Yuan in a trembling voice.

She quickly left the scene and ran towards the kitchen. The other diners around her glanced at Bai Yuan's table and began to whisper among themselves.

"What's going on over there? Could it be that they can't afford to pay and are deliberately causing trouble?"

"I think it's possible. That old man is dressed so poorly, with patches on his clothes. He doesn't look like someone who can afford to come to this restaurant."

"If you can't afford a restaurant, go eat at a hole-in-the-wall place. What are you making a fuss about? It's not like you can get a free meal by making a scene. You're just making a fool of yourself."

"Who says otherwise? Let's see how we handle it. If Tianfu Restaurant compromises this time, similar things might happen again in the future."

Bai Yuan's disturbance was like a large stone thrown into a calm lake, immediately sparking discussion among these people who usually considered themselves elites.

Most of them were diners who had saved up for a long time and wanted to try the restaurant's top-notch cuisine. At this moment, they looked at Bai Yuan with strange eyes.

The atmosphere suddenly became oppressive.

Chapter 59 Misunderstanding? A Master of Soup Making, a Master of Herbs

"Bai Yuan? What are you doing here? Were you the ones who caused such a commotion just now?"

While waiting, a familiar voice rang out not far away. Turning his head, Bai Yuan couldn't help but sigh inwardly, marveling at how small the world was.

The person who arrived was Li Wanwan, accompanied by three girls, among whom was Hojo Miyoko, who was looking at him with a strange expression.

"Yes, this restaurant is really bullying people. They offer third-rate chefs' food at first-class prices. They need to be punished properly."

Bai Yuan briefly explained the reason; he didn't want to appear arrogant and domineering in front of Li Wanwan.

He always thought scenes like those in TV dramas where friends misunderstand each other to the point of death but never explain themselves were stupid, typical examples of people who have a long mouth but can't speak properly.

"Third-rate chef's dishes? That's unlikely! I've been to this restaurant many times, and the taste has always been pretty good. You don't mean you can't stand the food here, do you?"

Bai Yuan's words puzzled Li Wanwan. Considering that he had just returned from Denmark and might not be used to the local cuisine, she tried to make amends for him.

"I'm pretty sure it's the food that's bad, not that I don't like the taste here."

Shaking his head, Bai Yuan said with certainty that this was not the first time he had eaten this dish. He had eaten it dozens of times before he transmigrated, but this was the first time he had met someone who could make poached chicken like this!

"Didn't you say you didn't like the food here...?"

"Try it and you'll see; it'll be clear whose problem it is!"

Li Wanwan frowned, and the others behind her also looked puzzled. At this moment, Hojo Miyoko stepped forward, picked up the chopsticks on the table, and expressed her thoughts.

A piece of poached chicken, dipped in sauce, was then put into her mouth to savor. Hojo Miyoko's brows furrowed slightly, and she then stood behind Shirobuchi.

"Sister Wanwan, this poached chicken was overcooked. Although it was cooked for less than a minute, it's still a major mistake for a dish."

"Is it overcooked? Let me try it..."

As they spoke, Li Wanwan and the girls behind her came forward, their expressions varying as they looked at the plate of poached chicken in front of them.

"I understand why you're so angry. If someone dared to try to fool me with this kind of food, I would definitely want to smash their whole shop!"

"Wrap the poached chicken in a napkin and spit it out," a woman with a striking figure, wearing a halter-neck strapless top and a short, bodycon skirt, said angrily.

"I don't even need to taste it, this thing looks substandard. There's not a trace of blood in the bones, and the meat is definitely tough and chewy."

Another girl, dressed in a white t-shirt, shorts, and flip-flops, exuding a relaxed and laid-back vibe, said she was a local.

"Don't worry, all the restaurants in this area belong to my family. I'll make him apologize to you. If that guy doesn't apologize, I'll raise their rent!"

Oh, right, I haven't introduced myself yet. My name is Wang Wanqing, you can call me Sister Wanqing. In Guangzhou, just mention my name, and I'll look after you!

Wang Wanqing said domineeringly that since Bai Yuan and Li Wanwan knew each other, she would naturally give them face because she loved Bai Yuan. Besides, Bai Yuan was very handsome, which made people like him.

Men like beautiful women, but women certainly don't dislike handsome men.

"Could it be that they're treating people differently based on who they serve them? The dishes in our private room are top-notch, but when we go outside, they serve these mediocre, low-quality dishes!"

"If this is truly a restaurant that caters to different customers, it's better for it to go out of business sooner rather than later! It has absolutely no professionalism as a chef!"

Li Wanwan slammed her hand on the table in dissatisfaction, and at the same time, a noise came from the kitchen. A man in his thirties, wearing a chef's hat, came out with an impatient look on his face.

"Who's causing trouble here? Is there something wrong with my cooking?!"

The man, full of menacing aura, immediately locked onto several girls and began to question them arrogantly.

Because he arrived in such a hurry, he didn't ask the waiter who was criticizing him, but he wasn't wrong in yelling, since they had just joined forces with Bai Yuan.

"Which one did you make, the claypot rice or the poached chicken? Or did you make both?"

Looking at the man shouting in front of him, Bai Yuan asked with a forced smile, while silently taking two steps forward to block the girl's path.

Meeting Li Wanwan here was indeed somewhat unexpected for him, but so what? He wouldn't hold back a single word he had to say!

Although the other party is likely to use violence to injure people, with his current strength, he would never allow such a thing to happen, so there is no safety hazard.

"Of course! I made both of them!"

I make the most authentic Cantonese cuisine; no one else can do it!

You won't find such authentic Cantonese cuisine anywhere else in Guangzhou except at this restaurant! You should be grateful to be able to eat here today!

The man stood with his hands on his hips, exuding an arrogant and fearless air. The people present frowned, feeling powerless to argue with a fool.

You call this the authentic version?

Why don't you create your own province?

For a moment, it was hard to tell whether he was genuinely stupid or just faking it to evade responsibility; after all, there are all sorts of birds in a big forest.

"It's laughable. If someone like you dares to call himself the most authentic Cantonese chef, I think this restaurant is doomed!"

A surge of internal energy erupted from his palm, sucking the dishes on the table into his hand, which he then flung towards the man's face.

In an instant, a layer of yellow oil stains appeared on the pristine white chef's uniform.

"How dare you throw vegetables at me?"

Seeing the ruined chef's uniform, anger flashed across the man's face. He was about to make a move when Bai Yuan subdued him first and kicked him to the ground.

"I will pay for this, on the condition that you finish all of these dishes and leave not a single one. Otherwise, I don't mind breaking your arms and legs."

Bai Yuan rarely showed such a fierce side, mainly because the man's shameless words had provoked him. Having such a person in the kitchen was an insult to the profession of chef!

If the other party had been willing to apologize and admit their mistake, the matter would have been over.

But now, this guy not only refuses to apologize but is also stubbornly sticking to his guns, even trying to elevate himself by belittling other Guangzhou chefs. That makes things more complicated!

"I've never seen anyone like you in all my years as a chef."

Bai Yuan coldly replied, "Doesn't he already know whether the food is good or not?"

If a perfectly cooked poached chicken dares to call itself authentic, people from Guangdong would probably drown him in their spit!

"Go and find your restaurant's head chef; he's no longer fit to handle this matter."

Suddenly, a deep, authoritative voice came from behind Bai Yuan. Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and found that it was an old man who was speaking.

"it is good…"

The waiter nodded in response. Although he didn't know who the visitor was, his voice seemed to have a magical quality that made people subconsciously unwilling to disobey.

"Master Baiyao! What are you doing here?"

Looking at the old man in front of her, Li Wanwan frowned and thought for a moment, then exclaimed in surprise.

"Master of a Hundred Herbs? Could it be that Master of a Hundred Herbs, known as the Guangzhou Soup Master, whose soups are not only incredibly delicious but can also cure all kinds of diseases?!"

Upon hearing Li Wanwan's voice, Wang Wanqing also exclaimed in surprise, staring intently at the old man in front of her, her breathing becoming rapid.

Legend has it that the soups prepared by the Master of a Hundred Herbs are culinary masterpieces! Moreover, he himself is a practitioner of traditional Chinese medicine, and can use dietary therapy to cure diseases while people enjoy delicious food.

"Master Baiyao travels among the people all year round and cannot bear to see human suffering. When he encounters a sick family, he will take the initiative to buy ingredients to brew medicine for them."

Not only did he not accept any payment afterward, but he also voluntarily left behind his soup-making secrets. Many soups on the market today were developed by this master of herbal medicine, which is why he is so beloved by the residents of Guangzhou.

"The garment he was wearing was a 'Wanmin Yi' (a garment made by villagers with exquisite craftsmanship), which was crafted by more than one hundred households, each contributing a piece of cloth. It has the magical effect of warding off disasters and evil spirits and bringing good fortune to people."

Upon hearing the title "Master of a Hundred Medicines," people nearby immediately realized what it meant.

The clothes covered in patches were not tattered clothes, but rather a garment made for him by the people themselves!

"Moreover, Master Baiyao is one of the Four Heavenly Kings of the Guangdong Culinary Association and is known as a living fossil of Guangdong Province!"

He's supposedly ninety-six this year, but seeing him today, he looks no different from a sixty-year-old!

Upon hearing that the old man before them might be a renowned master of medicine, the crowd gathered around him, their faces filled with respect.

Elderly people like this, who dedicate themselves to healing the sick and have the world in their hearts, are loved and respected wherever they go. Those who were initially disdainful of their appearance now wish they could slap themselves in the face.

In the Guangzhou area, if anyone dares to speak ill of Master Baiyao, his parents will be the first to deal with the family without anyone else having to lift a finger.

Although the fabric of his clothes came from only a hundred households, over the years, Master Baiyao has saved far more than a hundred people with his medicinal cuisine and soups.

Some people who cannot be saved by hospitals can be miraculously saved by a master of medicine through medicinal cuisine and soups, snatching them back from the clutches of death.

Having achieved this, they were even unwilling to charge for medical treatment, only charging for raw materials, perfectly embodying the meaning of being without desires!

Such a person would have been called a saint in ancient times, with monuments erected and shrines built for him, and his biography written by later generations, and he would have been worshipped for all time.

Bai Yuan was also a little numb at this moment. He stood there with his mouth twitching slightly. He originally thought this guy was at most a retired and down-on-his-luck chef, but now it seems that he has a lot of powerful connections...

"What happened? Why are you all gathered here?"

"Brother-in-law, save me!"

A strong, resonant voice came from not far away. The 30-year-old man who had been lying on the ground pretending to be dead, spewing jerks in front of him, now seemed to have found a savior and struggled to get up from the ground.

"Behave yourself, this is none of your business."

Bai Yuan cursed under his breath, then turned his gaze to the old man in plain clothes, or rather, the Master of a Hundred Herbs, waiting for him to say something.

"Yisheng, what are you doing here?"