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

The sixth table.

The atmosphere, however, was extremely eerie.

The ladies at the same table, including Mrs. Li, were savoring the aftertaste with their eyes closed, completely immersed in this ultimate feast for the senses, occasionally letting out exclamations of praise.

Zhang Cuihua, on the other hand, sat stiffly in her chair, like a comical clown who had been slapped more than a dozen times.

The peony pastry in front of her had been cut in half and eaten halfway through, just now, to cover up her embarrassment.

At that moment, the impeccable taste and the soul-stirring sweetness felt like invisible thorns, piercing her face.

Just minutes before, she had confidently and arrogantly declared that this final dessert was "mass-produced," "the same old French cupcakes," "just a few gold leaves to fool people," "cloyingly sweet," and "I wouldn't even want to touch it."

But now?

This dessert, which she dismissed as worthless, is not a French cake at all, but a masterpiece of Chinese art!

He captivated the entire audience, including all the top celebrities, including Elder Ye!

Zhang Cuihua felt the gazes of the socialites and wealthy women around her. Although they didn't say anything, they were full of undisguised contempt and ridicule.

It's as if they're saying: This is what you call assembly line work? This is what you looked down on? What a country bumpkin who's never seen the world and only knows how to be vain and competitive!

"Old Su... this... how can this be made of dough...?"

Zhang Cuihua's face flushed red, as red as a boiled shrimp. She stammered, trying to say something to save face, but found that she couldn't even find a reasonable excuse.

Su Ming's face was gloomy, wishing he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into, and he muttered angrily:

"Shut up! Aren't you embarrassed enough? Your foul mouth will ruin our family sooner or later! Hurry up and eat, and then get out of here!"

Zhang Cuihua gritted her teeth and looked at the remaining half of the peony pastry on the plate.

Although she felt ashamed and furious, the overpowering aroma seemed to have a magical power, tempting her appetite.

She swallowed hard, but ultimately couldn't resist the temptation. She picked up her fork and stuffed the remaining half of the flower into her mouth, eating until crumbs filled her mouth, not daring to lift her head even slightly.

Just then, Ye Weiguo at the main table put down his chopsticks.

He picked up a napkin, elegantly wiped his mouth, and stood up.

He turned to look at Zhao Hongming beside him, his gaze intense:

"Boss Zhao, your skill in making this pastry is truly divine! There are probably no more than three people in the entire country who can do it! Who is this master? Please, bring him out! This old man wants to toast him in person!"

Faced with Mr. Ye's sudden and extremely high praise, and even his initiative to "raise a toast," the business tycoons at the table all gasped in astonishment.

For Ye Weiguo to personally offer a toast, what an incredible honor that must be!

This is tantamount to awarding the chef an unobstructed "get-out-of-jail-free card" in the most prestigious and prestigious arena in the entire Jiangcheng!

Zhao Hongming felt as sweet as if he had drunk honey, and his face was flushed with an irrepressible glow.

The Grand Hyatt Hotel not only didn't embarrass itself tonight, but it also achieved legendary status!

But he was also very uneasy.

Because he had no idea who was in charge of the kitchen!

"Mr. Ye, please wait a moment!"

After saying that, Zhao Hongming couldn't wait to take out his phone and dial his son Zhao Tianyi's number.

……

at the same time.

In the Grand Hyatt Hotel's kitchen, the atmosphere was completely different from the frenzy in the lobby; it was filled with a suffocating silence.

After the fifty servings of "Peony Pastry" were taken away by the waiter, no one in the kitchen spoke again.

Everyone is waiting.

Waiting for feedback from the front desk.

Executive Chef Li and a group of five-star chefs stood three meters away. Although they had been stunned by Lin Fan's puff pastry technique and the aroma when the pastries came out of the oven, their pride in French pastry still prevented them from easily bowing their heads.

"Hmph, it smells good, and it looks good. But in the end, it's just lard dough fried in superfine oil."

Old Li secretly believed to himself, "Those distinguished guests outside are used to light mousse; they definitely won't be able to stand this greasy texture!"

At this moment, Zhao Tianyi was as nervous as an ant on a hot pan.

He paced anxiously back and forth in the kitchen.

Cold sweat poured from his forehead, soaking his shirt underneath.

"Oh no... Ten minutes have passed, and there's still no sound from the front hall!"

Zhao Tianyi wrung his hands anxiously, "Could it be that the guests find it too greasy and refuse to eat it? Or is the taste bad?"

In the restaurant industry, we're not afraid of customers finding fault; we're afraid of customers not reacting at all.

If guests are not satisfied with the food, they will at most refuse to eat it or complain a little in private.

But the final dessert is different; it represents the end and style of the entire dinner, leaving the guests with the "final impression."

If the guests enjoy their meal, the front of the restaurant will immediately be filled with enthusiastic discussions and exclamations of praise, and the manager will rush back to the kitchen to report the good news. This is called "a resounding success".

If the guests find it just okay, then there will be normal conversations in the lobby. Although it may not be lively, it at least indicates that the situation has "landed smoothly".

But now, a full ten minutes have passed, and not a sound has come from the front hall; it is eerily silent!

The lobby manager didn't come back to report either!

What does this situation indicate?

This means that the guests were not only dissatisfied, but may even have felt that serving this dessert was an insult to them!

They didn't even have the desire to comment; they simply ignored it and used silence to express their protest!

As the young master, Zhao Tianyi was well aware of the terrifying aspects of this situation.

He swallowed hard, then turned to look at Lin Fan not far away.

At this moment, Lin Fan and Qin Lang were casually chatting by the control panel. Qin Lang had found some funny videos and was showing them to Lin Fan, and the two were laughing and talking.

He looked so relaxed that he didn't take the front hall's reaction seriously at all!

Looking at the two heartless brothers, Zhao Tianyi felt like crying but had no tears left. He then turned to look at Executive Chef Lao Li, who was watching coldly from a distance, as if waiting to see him make a fool of himself.

A deep sense of despair welled up inside me.

If he messes up tonight, his dad will definitely break his legs!

"Buzzing—!"

In the suffocating silence, Zhao Tianyi's cell phone suddenly started vibrating wildly like a death knell.

Zhao Tianyi trembled with fright and frantically pulled out his phone to check.

Two large characters flashed on the screen: [Father].

"It's over!"

Zhao Tianyi's mind went blank for a moment, his face turned ashen, his legs went weak, and he almost lost his balance.

"It's over...it's over...my dad called personally...something terrible must have happened in the front hall! The guests are going crazy! I smashed the Grand Hyatt's sign..."

He swallowed hard, his saliva extremely dry, and slid the answer button with trembling fingers.

She didn't even dare to turn on speakerphone, pressing the phone tightly against her ear, her voice more agonizing than crying, filled with utter despair.

"Feed... Dad... Please let me explain..."