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

The lid is lifted.

A rich aroma, a blend of butter, caramelized onions, red wine, and meat, suddenly exploded out, instantly engulfing the entire hall.

On the plate, the steak is tightly coated with a thick, glossy sauce, its color a tempting reddish-brown. It looks so tender that it would melt in your mouth, with soft onions piled on top, forming a small mountain.

Everyone was stunned; they had never seen a steak like this before.

Chen Hu burst out laughing.

"What do you think this is? A piece of rotten meat piled with onions, and you dare to bring it out? You're telling me this is steak? Has your Grand Court Hotel become this shabby?"

He was completely relieved and reached out to push the plate away.

"Fine, fine, that's all you're capable of. If you can't make what I want, you should just kowtow and apologize."

"Are you sure you don't want to try it?"

Gao Yang grabbed Chen Hu's hand, his words carrying a hint of threat and a touch of amusement.

Chen Hu narrowed his eyes slightly. "Are you threatening me?"

"No, it's just that the customer requested it, so I made it for them to try."

Chen Hu looked around and saw that the bodyguards arranged by Qian Miao and who were taking special care of him were slowly approaching without making a sound.

"Okay, your name is Gao Yang, right? You're quite something."

Chen Hu's voice was almost squeezed out from between his teeth as he gripped his knife and fork and cut off a small piece of steak.

"If it doesn't taste good, I want you to kneel down and kowtow to apologize right now."

Chen Hu was absolutely furious. As the second-in-command of the Green Dragon Gang, he was always treated as an honored guest. When had he ever been insulted like this, and even threatened by a nobody?

He had already decided in his mind that he would find a suitable excuse to completely crush this arrogant chef.

He slowly put the beef into his mouth, his eyes filled with a dangerous glint.

Yeah, it's okay. No matter how it turns out, I'll just bite into it. Gao Yang's steak is just awful.

Thinking about this, Chen Hu even felt a little happy.

"What if it tastes good?"

Just as Chen Hu put the steak into his mouth, Gao Yang's voice drifted over.

next moment.

"boom!"

First, a thick, glossy sauce coats the taste buds. The red wine is slightly mellow, the honey is lightly sweet, and the butter is creamy. It spreads gently in the mouth, neither harsh nor strong, and its richness makes you tremble.

Then, the natural aroma of the beef slowly emerges, as soft as a cloud and as tender as tofu, yet retaining the meat's most authentic sweetness.

The steak was perfectly tender, not tough at all, and without a single fiber stuck in your teeth—it was just like a soufflé.

The onions have been simmered until they are soft and creamy, their sweet aroma permeating every fiber of the meat, completely eliminating any gamey smell from the beef and leaving only a warm and mellow aftertaste.

No need to bite, chew, or even swallow with effort; just a gentle sip and the whole piece of meat slides down your throat, leaving only a rich aroma that lingers in your nasal and oral cavities.

The delicious taste stimulated his brain, and he felt as if he were standing in an octagon, with his opponent punching him again and again, making it difficult for him to defend himself.

Chen Hu's pupils shrank sharply, his eyes widened, his lips trembled slightly, and he seemed to be nailed to the chair.

"How is it? Is it delicious? Is it the tender, mushy steak you wanted?"

Gao Yang, like a demon from hell, clung tightly to Chen Hu, whispering in his ear, determined to drag him down with him.

"咕嘟"

His Adam's apple bobbed, and he breathed rapidly.

"No...no good..."

"Hmm? Is it really not good? If you don't want to eat it, then I'll throw it away."

Gao Yang slowly reached for the plate of still-steaming Charité steak.

Chen Hu found himself frozen in his seat, unable to do anything, and could only watch helplessly as Gao Yang took away his plate.

"No, no, don't!"

Chen Hu hissed in a low voice, his eyes full of pleading.

"Don't take it!"

He grabbed Gao Yang's wrist, stopping him from doing so.

He had prepared a bellyful of sarcastic, insulting, and nitpicking words, but in that instant, they all got stuck in his throat, and he couldn't utter a single word.

All that remained was the lingering, rich aroma in my mouth and the utterly crumbling pride in my heart.

Only then did Chen Hu seem to wake up from a dream, staggering to sit down in a chair, his face ashen.

"What have I done?"

His pupils trembled, and his face was filled with disbelief.

His underlings were completely stunned.

"Is this still Second Brother? Is this still the ruthless and bloodthirsty second-in-command of the Green Dragon Gang?"

My brother's beliefs crumbled completely; he couldn't sit still or stand still.

The field was completely silent; you could hear a pin drop.

The guests, whether eating or conversing, all put down their utensils, utterly shocked.

This is the chef that Su Wanqing went to great lengths to promote; this is the young man they initially looked down upon.

They couldn't help but suspect that there might be a highly skilled master chef in the kitchen who prepared the food and then had Gao Yang serve it out, claiming it was his own creation.

They wondered if this was a grand show put on by Su Wanqing and the Qinglong Troupe to attract people to the Haoting Hotel.

Etc., etc.

However, all these rumors were dispelled by Chen Hu's reaction, like bubbles bursting with a "pop," startling everyone.

Gao Yang pushed the plate back in front of Chen Hu and formally introduced, "Charliebin Steak, please enjoy."

"Clap clap clap".

It's unclear who started clapping, but the others seemed to snap out of their daze and realized what was happening.

In an instant, thunderous applause erupted, and the lights seemed to shine on Gao Yang, turning the hall into his personal stage.

As Gao Yang felt the applause from the crowd, he couldn't help but think of his past life.

In his past life, after he achieved great success, he was often praised by others, and everyone who ate his dishes had a smile on their face.

But by then, his body was already depleted, and the long-term fatigue had left him with no energy to feel anything.

Gao Yang slowly opened his eyes, full of vigor and confidence.

In this life, he is still young, he has a long time ahead of him, and he has unlimited potential!

Qian Liu stood in the shadows, watching all this, and couldn't help but smile.

"This kid's not bad. Looks like I won't have to lift a finger."

He flashed into the shadows and walked back to Su Wanqing's private room.

The kitchen staff also came out and quietly watched from a distance.

"Gao Yang is amazing!"

Lin Ran looked at Gao Yang excitedly, her eyes sparkling.

Ignoring her image as a receptionist, she hugged the young girl next to her.

When she learned that it was the Green Dragon Gang who was deliberately causing trouble, she thought it was all over and the reputation of the Grand Court Hotel was going to be ruined. The demands were so harsh that they seemed impossible to meet.

Unexpectedly, Gao Yang stepped in and resolved the crisis directly, and also returned all the insults he had suffered.

Wang Biao also clapped.

"Look, that's my boss, isn't he awesome!"

He laughed heartily as he looked at his peers around him, his face full of pride, as if he were the one standing there.

Zhou Guodong was filled with joy.

Whether it's Chinese or Western cuisine, Gao Yang is top-notch. With Gao Yang around, Haoting will definitely reach new heights.

Everyone was immersed in the joyful atmosphere, unable to extricate themselves.

However, just as Gao Yang was receiving applause from the crowd, a sudden change occurred.

"Bang!"

The door was kicked open forcefully, and several thugs swaggered in.

"Which of you is Gao Yang?"