Era: You're asked to cook a home-style dish, but you cook Wellington.

Inside the hall, more and more guests arrived, almost all of them formally dressed and sitting upright, waiting for their dishes.

There's no way around it; anyone who can get into the Grand Court Hotel and have a proper meal here considers themselves to have some status.

Only one table had a unique style.

The two men were dressed in flamboyant clothes, with their floral shirts open at the chest, revealing grotesque tattoos.

They wore thick gold chains around their necks, sat in a slouching manner, their feet resting directly on the chair crossbars, unlit cigarettes dangling from their mouths, their eyes sweeping across the room with unbridled arrogance, exuding an air of thugs' barbarity.

The surrounding guests all turned their heads, but dared not speak out in anger, and subconsciously moved their seats further away.

It was obvious to everyone that these two had come with ill intentions.

One of the men, with half of a blue dragon tattoo visible on his arm, was Chen Hu, the second-in-command of the Blue Dragon Gang.

"Second Brother, that was a brilliant move! How could there possibly be such a thing as a tender, mushy steak? These good-for-nothings will have to come out and apologize to us soon."

Beside Chen Hu, a henchman served him respectfully, flattering him while pouring tea.

Hearing this, Chen Hu was very pleased.

He took the tea offered by his younger brother and took a sip.

"Tsk, what a weird tea."

He spilled the tea and carelessly tossed the cup onto the table, making a loud, clanging noise.

The people sitting next to them frowned, moved their chairs away, but dared not speak.

The reason is nothing more than the palm-sized blue dragon on the arms of these two people.

They were all low-level thugs who fought like madmen.

So generally, there aren't many people who have conflicts with them.

At that moment, Chen Hu was impatiently tapping the table with his fingers, making a loud, irritating "tap tap tap" sound. The sound wasn't loud, but it was annoying.

"Hey, you, come here."

He looked at the waiter in front of him and beckoned the person over.

The waiter trembled and walked over in fear.

"Hey, is your cook dead? I'm starving! If you can't cook this up, I'll bring some men and tear this place down!"

Chen Hu was extremely arrogant, slamming his hand on the table and completely disregarding the place.

The waiter turned pale and answered tremblingly.

"Excuse me, sir, the kitchen is currently preparing the food. I'll go check on the progress for you. Please wait a moment."

"Hold on?"

"I may be able to wait, but can my mouth wait?"

"Tell your cooks that if they can't make this, they'd better come out, kneel down, and kowtow to me in person to apologize!"

As soon as Chen Hu finished speaking, the entire hall fell silent, and everyone turned to look at them.

That waiter had never seen anything like it before.

His legs trembled uncontrollably, and large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.

"I...I...I..."

He was so nervous that he could barely speak.

Chen Hu pretended to be impatient and reached out as if to slap him.

Just then, a clear and cheerful voice rang out.

"Stop! I'm the head chef of Grand Court. Tell me what you want, don't make things difficult for me."

Everyone looked in that direction.

The newcomer was handsome, dressed in a black chef's uniform, and walked over gracefully.

The person who arrived was Gao Yang.

Gao Yang patted the waiter on the shoulder, signaling him to leave first.

"Tell me, what do you want?"

He took out paper and pen from his pocket, seemingly genuinely wanting to record the customer's request.

Chen Hu looked up and saw that Gao Yang was very young, and burst out laughing.

"Who do we have here? It's just a kid who hasn't even grown up yet. And he calls himself head chef? Grand Court really has no one left."

Everyone was speechless.

They had all heard that a new head chef had come to the Grand Court Hotel, and they came here to eat in order to meet the person that Su Wanqing had been promoting so much.

However, judging by his age, tsk tsk tsk, who knows what kind of shady methods he might have used.

"Hey kid, were you enjoying licking Su Wanqing? How much pleasure did you give her to get this head chef position?"

Chen Hu's expression was arrogant, and his words were full of blatant insults.

"Smack!"

Without thinking, Gao Yang slapped him across the face.

His slap was sharp and powerful; the crisp sound left a red mark on Chen Hu's face.

"You insulted President Su, this slap is to teach you a lesson."

Gao Yang's expression was cold, his eyes as sharp as an eagle's, staring intently at Chen Hu.

"hiss!"

Everyone was utterly shocked.

This new kid actually dared to slap someone in public.

"This kid is probably doomed tonight."

The crowd was buzzing with discussion, but the most talked-about topic was whether the kid could survive the night.

"hehe."

Chen Hu also realized what was happening, tilted his neck, and moved his mouth around.

who is he?

Who dares to touch him?

However, the kid Su Wanqing had in her hands today, a nobody she looked down on, actually dared to slap him in public.

"Kid, you're very brave."

Anger surged within Chen Hu, burning ever brighter.

He suddenly stood up and slammed his hand on the table, making the teapot and teacups clang loudly.

"Kid, do you know who I am?"

His eyes narrowed slightly, and he leaned forward to meet Gao Yang's face directly.

"Just a clown."

Gao Yang felt nothing; in fact, he even had an urge to slap him again.

There was nothing I could do; this person had such a big face that my palm could fit perfectly against it.

"Really? Kid, to tell you the truth, my name is Chen Hu, but people call me Second Brother."

"Knowing all this, you might as well be dead!"

As soon as Chen Hu finished speaking, his fist, accompanied by a fierce gust of wind, slammed towards Gao Yang's face!

This punch was fast and vicious, clearly from a seasoned fighter. If someone were to take such a punch, they would at least end up with a disfigured face.

The surrounding guests gasped in fright, and those who were more timid closed their eyes, too afraid to look.

In their view, Gao Yang, this frail cook, would surely be bleeding from a head wound if he took that punch.

"Wait!"

A voice spoke calmly and unhurriedly, with a hint of composure.

Chen Hu's body trembled violently, and his fist stopped abruptly in mid-air, only five centimeters away from Gao Yang's face.

"Brother Qian."

Gao Yang bowed slightly.

Qian Liu walked over and nodded approvingly.

He knew the whole story; Gao Yang was a loyal and righteous person who stood up for his boss.

He was carrying a tray covered with a cloth, on which sat a cup of tea.

"Gao Yang, since he's a guest, how can you get into a conflict with him? He just wants a tender, mushy steak. Can you make that?"

Beside Qian Liu, a waiter picked up a teacup and respectfully handed it to Chen Hu.

Chen Hu stiffened and looked pale as he took the cup of tea, ignoring the steam rising from it, and swallowed it in one gulp.

"Good tea."

He said through gritted teeth.

"You see, we must treat guests with courtesy; only then will they accept us."

Qian Liu said calmly, but his eyes were fixed on Chen Hu. If Chen Hu didn't give him any face, he would immediately take action and capture him.

"Understood, I've learned something."

Gao Yang also saw through the trick, and his heart, which had been hanging in suspense, was finally at ease. He bowed again to thank Qian Liu.

"Now that you understand, hurry up and fulfill the customer's request. Don't keep them waiting."

The two of them chatted back and forth, completely disregarding Chen Hu.

Chen Hu's face flushed red and then turned pale, but there was nothing he could do but sit sullenly in the chair.

"Second Brother, are we just going to let them go like this?"

The underling leaned over and asked an inappropriate question.

Chen Hu immediately slapped him across the face.

"Damn it, didn't you see what he was holding?"

Frustrated, he slammed his fist on the table, but this time he didn't dare make a loud noise.

Seeing this, Gao Yang suppressed the urge to laugh and returned to the kitchen.

Qian Liu also left with a tray, and the hall returned to its lively state, though people kept glancing at Chen Hu's side.

The younger brother covered his face, looking mournful.

"Second brother, why did you hit me? What's he holding?"

Chen Hu's eyes seemed to want to devour someone, and he squeezed out a sound through clenched teeth.

"That's a fucking gun, that fucking black muzzle pointed at me!"

"Within seven steps, that thing is accurate and fast; if I move even slightly, I'll be riddled with holes!"