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

Gao Yang carried four Wellington steaks and slowly walked into the private room.

Imported, handmade wool blankets are laid on the floor, with intricate patterns; each step makes no sound.

The walls are covered with dark-patterned velvet upholstery, paired with gilded carved lines, and a giant crystal chandelier overhead reflects scattered, dazzling light.

"Wow, how luxurious!"

He clicked his tongue inwardly in amazement.

Even in 1993, such a lavish meal would probably cost tens of thousands of dollars.

For an average family of three, this meal would probably cost four or five years' salary per person.

Gao Yang remained expressionless and gently placed the Wellington steak on the table.

"Clatter"

The exquisite bone china plate landed on the Hainan rosewood dining table with a pleasant, soft sound.

He gently drizzled some sauce onto the plates and pushed them in front of each person.

"enjoy your meal."

Gao Yang picked up the expensive bottle of red wine and poured it into Su Wanqing's crystal goblet.

His movements were swift and elegant, without the slightest hesitation. After finishing, he simply stepped aside quietly and said nothing more.

Old Jack looked at the Wellington steak on his plate. The crust was golden brown, the filling was distinct, the outside of the beef had a light brown caramelized layer, but the center was tender and juicy. When you pressed it with a fork, you could see the pale pink juice slowly flowing out.

"咕嘟"

Old Jack inexplicably swallowed.

He wanted to prove that China couldn't make the best Western food, that Chinese chefs were trash, and that Chinese people were trash too.

However, the moment the steak was served and placed in front of him, its intense color and aroma enveloped him and entered his brain.

His mind went blank, and words stuck in his throat; he couldn't utter a single one.

When he came to his senses, he found that his hands were actually holding a knife and fork.

Old Jack was completely unaware of this.

He looked up and met Su Wanqing's clear eyes, seeing her faint smile.

"Impossible, impossible!"

Old Jack felt greatly insulted, so he reached out, cut off a large piece of steak, and stuffed it into his mouth without hesitation.

He was determined to prove that the Chinese were just a bunch of blusterers and didn't deserve to have dinner with a top capitalist like him!

next moment.

The pastry is crisp and crunchy; it makes a "crunch" sound as soon as your teeth touch it. The layers of pastry burst open, releasing the aroma of butter.

Next comes the rich and creamy mushroom sauce, with the savory Parma ham clinging tightly to the tender filet mignon. The three flavors unfold layer by layer in the mouth, blending perfectly.

He subconsciously cut another piece.

But then, something occurred to him, and he froze instantly. The movement of his mouth stopped abruptly, his eyes widened, and all the arrogance and haughtiness on his face froze completely in that instant.

"No, why would I possibly have another one!"

He stared in shock at the steak on his plate, then at Su Wanqing at the head of the table, his Adam's apple bobbing involuntarily.

Su Wanqing's lips curled up, her eyes filled with a smile.

"Old Jack, I wonder if my chef's Wellington steak suits your taste?"

She emphasized the words "my home" very heavily.

Old Jack was still rational; he told himself he had to say "it doesn't taste good" and not fall for the woman's trick.

However, the rich aroma of the beef lingered in his mouth, and his body's instincts urged him to hurry up and taste the next piece.

Around them, the three foreigners had already disregarded all table manners and began wolfing down their food, mumbling in broken Chinese that it was delicious.

Su Wanqing took in everything, chuckled softly, and slowly cut off a piece and put it in her mouth.

The rare or medium-rare filet mignon is pink, juicy, and tender like butter. With a gentle bite, the abundant juices burst forth on the tongue. The slightly pungent English yellow mustard fills in the last bit of flavor, making it so fragrant that it makes your soul tremble.

"Mmm, delicious."

Miss Su nodded, praising him generously, and understood why Old Jack had such a ghostly expression.

She already had an idea in her mind.

"Old Jack, I've met all your demands. I've won this bet."

She slowly put down her knife and fork and picked up the crystal goblet again.

The crimson liquid went down her throat, making Su Wanqing look like a proud white swan.

Gao Yang stood to the side, glancing at Su Wanqing out of the corner of his eye.

"It's so beautiful."

He had already guessed Su Wanqing's identity.

These are the weapons and cannons of Yicheng. Only after leaving Yicheng do you realize that murder is a crime.

In his past life, during a break from work, he picked up a newspaper that someone had discarded.

The newspaper headline read: "Su Wanqing goes bankrupt and commits suicide," and the date was a month later.

"If I could prevent Su Wanqing from going bankrupt and committing suicide, would she help me pay off my debts?"

A thought suddenly popped into Gao Yang's mind.

Su Wanqing also noticed Gao Yang's gaze, and the corners of her lips curled up.

"This kid is interesting."

She adjusted her posture and said casually, "Old Jack, your family values ​​its reputation most. You won't renege on your debt, will you?"

Old Jack's face flushed red, and he gripped the knife and fork tightly with both hands, his fingertips turning white from the force.

His gaze darted away, his mouth opened and closed as if trying to say something, but in the end he couldn't utter a single word, slumping into the chair like a deflated balloon.

Seeing this, Su Wanqing chuckled and gestured to Gao Yang, "You can go down now."

Gao Yang nodded, turned around and walked out of the private room.

He walked to the top of the stairs and looked out the window.

As night fell, the neon lights of the Grand Hotel illuminated the entire street with dazzling colors. The red lettering and blue borders shone brightly in the Yicheng night of 1993.

He felt something was not quite real, and his thoughts drifted back to his past life.

In his past life, he went from being a dishwasher to an apprentice, from a kitchen helper to a head chef, struggling on the line between life and death, gaining much and losing much.

Since God has given him a second chance, he absolutely cannot give up and must reach the pinnacle.

Gao Yang exhaled a breath of stale air, looked at himself in the mirror, and made a silent resolution.

Just then, a light footstep sound came from behind.

Lin Ran, carrying a glass of warm water, walked to his side and nodded, saying, "Your name is Gao Yang, right? You were really amazing just now."

She spoke softly, her eyes full of admiration.

Gao Yang snapped out of his daze, turned to look at the girl in front of him who was still trying to protect him, smiled, and nodded slightly.

"Yes."

Lin Ran stared at Gao Yang's backlit profile, her eyes filled with the boy's tall and straight figure, and suddenly her heart skipped a beat.

"Then can you stay?"

Lin Ran asked.

"have no idea."

Gao Yang shook his head.

There is no doubt that he prepared delicious dishes within the allotted time.

However, no one said that he could stay on this basis, and that the real power remained in Su Wanqing's hands.

Therefore, Gao Yang doesn't know if he can surpass his achievements from his previous life.

"What about those thugs who were chasing you? They probably have a lot of backing. I just saw them squatting at the door, waiting for you to come out."

Lin Ran herself didn't realize that she would be nervous about a man she had only met for less than two hours.

She raised her head slightly and looked at Gao Yang's delicate and slender face.

Gao Yang was also slightly lost in thought.

Yes, what if your own crisis isn't resolved?

He was absolutely unwilling to have his house seized again.

"We haven't found her yet to get revenge."

Gao Yang muttered to himself, his fingers tapping on the armrest, his brows furrowing involuntarily.

Time ticked by, and he still hadn't come up with a good solution.

Does this really mean we have no choice but to leave our hometown?

Gao Yang clicked his tongue in annoyance twice.

Lin Ran wanted to say something to comfort her, but she didn't know where to begin.

Suddenly, she looked to her side, and her eyes lit up.

"Brother Qian."

Lin Ran respectfully stepped aside and bowed slightly.

Gao Yang turned around.

Qian Ge nodded to Lin Ran and looked at Gao Yang.

"Gao Yang, President Su is looking for you."