After the divorce, he took care of his child and sold fried rice; his ex-wife was filled with regret

However, in stark contrast to the lavish atmosphere in the lobby, the Grand Hyatt Hotel's kitchen was currently in a state of extreme pressure and anxiety, on the verge of collapse.

"Hurry up! Why hasn't the cold appetizer for table number three arrived yet?!"

"Who was responsible for plating the Australian lobster? The sauce is dripping all over the edge of the plate! Redo it!"

"Control the heat! Pay attention to the heat!"

Hundreds of chefs in uniform moved back and forth in the huge kitchen, the clatter of pots and pans and the roar of the stove intertwined, like a battlefield in the midst of fierce fighting.

Zhao Tianyi, the young master of Junyue, stood at the food counter, sweating profusely, as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, constantly checking his watch.

"Mr. Zhao, the first ten main dishes have all been served according to the procedure without any problems."

The hotel's executive chef, a man in his forties, wiped the sweat from his brow and walked solemnly to Zhao Tianyi:

"But... it's almost time for the final dessert. Where is Mr. Lin, the boss you have high hopes for?"

The executive chef's tone carried a hint of resentment and skepticism.

Their Grand Hyatt team is of five-star standard. They originally invited a French Michelin three-star pastry chef to be the finale chef. Although they were unhappy, they accepted it, after all, the chef's reputation speaks for itself.

But now the French master has diarrhea and is in the ICU. Instead of asking other five-star hotel pastry chefs to save the day, the young master insists that Qin Shao ask a street vendor who runs a hole-in-the-wall restaurant to make the final dessert.

Isn't this ridiculous?!

The Chamber of Commerce Charity Gala! It's the most upscale and prestigious banquet in the entire Jiangcheng!

If something goes wrong, what will become of the Grand Hyatt Hotel's reputation?

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Zhao Tianyi tugged at his tie in frustration, his heart pounding with panic.

He was well aware of the risks involved, but Lin Fan's methods, which had impressed even Old Master Ye, forced him to take the gamble.

Just then, the heavy iron door to the staff passage in the back kitchen was pushed open from the outside.

"Coming, coming! Old Zhao, I've brought you reinforcements!"

As Qin Lang's signature loud voice rang out, the previously noisy kitchen instantly quieted down, and all the chefs turned to look at the doorway in unison.

Qin Lang walked ahead like a welcoming boy.

Behind him, Lin Fan, dressed in a clean and neat chef's uniform, walked in with a black constant-temperature refrigerated box in one hand, his face still as calm and composed as ever.

"My dear ancestor! You've finally arrived!"

Zhao Tianyi was so excited that he almost rushed up and hugged Lin Fan:

"Quick, quick, come with me into the kitchen! I've cleared out the best pastry work surface and oven for you! Need a few assistants? I'll send you the most elite chefs from the pastry department!"

"No oven is needed, and no help is required."

Lin Fan gently placed the incubator in his hand on the control panel next to him.

Lin Fan glanced at him indifferently, his tone calm:

"No oven needed. No assistant needed. Just give me a clean, wide frying pan and fifty black stone slabs. Everyone else, stay within three meters of my work surface."

Upon hearing this, the previously noisy kitchen instantly fell silent.

Dozens of busy chefs at the Grand Hyatt Hotel stopped what they were doing and turned their attention to the young man in his ordinary chef's uniform, whose tone was surprisingly arrogant.

"Using a deep fryer to make the grand finale dessert?"

"Are you crazy? The people sitting outside today are all celebrities from Jiangcheng. Which of those socialites doesn't care about their figure? If you bring up a fried dough ball, they probably won't even touch it!"

The executive chef, his face ashen, stepped forward and protested sharply:

"Mr. Zhao! This is absolutely unacceptable! The guests at tonight's banquet are all extremely wealthy and influential; they usually eat Michelin-starred French pastries, appreciating lightness and refinement!"

"Western-style pastries emphasize lightness, mousse, and the refreshing sweetness of fruit. He immediately thought he was making traditional Chinese fried dough twists and the like—those are too greasy and cheap! If we serve them up and the customers cancel their orders, our Grand Hyatt's reputation will be ruined!"

"Yes, young master, this is too frivolous!" Several sous chefs chimed in.

In the eyes of these people who have been working in the high-end catering industry for many years, Chinese pastries are something that cannot be served in a formal setting and are not up to the task.

Zhao Tian felt cold sweat break out on his forehead as he listened to his subordinates' protests.

He hesitated, looking at Lin Fan: "Boss Lin, this... deep-fried dessert, isn't it really a bit...?"

Zhao Tian felt cold sweat break out on his forehead as he listened to his subordinates' protests.

In the eyes of these people who have been working in the high-end catering industry for many years, Chinese pastries are something that cannot be served in a formal setting and are not up to the task.

Moreover, fried desserts, if not handled properly, can not only be greasy but also significantly detract from the overall elegance of the banquet.

He opened his mouth, intending to discuss with Lin Fan whether there were any alternative plans.

"Snapped!"

Before Zhao Tianyi could even speak, Qin Lang slammed his hand on the stainless steel worktable, making a deafeningly loud bang that startled the sous chefs who were still chattering away.

"Old Zhao!"

Qin Lang ignored the chefs and suddenly turned to stare at Zhao Tianyi. His usual carefree smile had completely vanished, replaced by a sharp, unyielding look in his eyes, befitting a young master from a powerful family.

"What? I, Qin Lang, went to great lengths to bring in reinforcements, and you don't believe me?"

"I..." Zhao Tianyi was taken aback by Qin Lang's imposing manner and was momentarily speechless. "It's not that I don't believe you, it's just..."

"Just what? Just that these chefs in white coats, earning fixed salaries, are even more discerning than my discerning palate, which has tasted food all over the world?!"

Qin Lang pointed at the executive chef, whose face was ashen, his tone full of disdain.

"They know nothing! In their eyes, only caviar, foie gras, and truffles are considered high-end! What French pastries? They're just cloying stuff that gets too sweet after a couple of bites!"

Qin Lang turned his head to look at Lin Fan, who was calmly arranging his knives, and his tone instantly became extremely respectful and firm:

"Old Zhao, let me put this out there. Lin Ge's hands are art! Even if he were to fry a twisted dough stick for these celebrities today, it would be the best twisted dough stick in all of Jiangcheng!"

Qin Lang's words were extremely arrogant, completely humiliating the entire kitchen team at the Grand Hyatt Hotel.

The executive chef was trembling with rage, pointing at Qin Lang: "Young Master Qin! You're insulting our profession! Even if you're a member of the Qin family, you can't joke around with the century-old reputation of Grand Hyatt!"

"Insult you? Do you deserve it?" Qin Lang sneered.