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

"Explanation my ass!"

What came from the other end of the phone, however, was not the furious roar Zhao Tianyi had expected.

Instead, it was a hearty, unrestrained laugh!

"Tianyi! You little rascal, you've kept this from me for so long!"

Zhao Hongming's excited voice boomed from the receiver, making Zhao Tianyi's eardrums tingle.

"Tell me honestly, where did you get this 'true god' from?! This skill is simply amazing! Absolutely divine!"

"Ah...ah?"

Zhao Tianyi's brain went blank for a moment, and he froze on the spot like a piece of wood, his mouth agape in disbelief.

"What the hell?! Do you know how crazy the whole banquet hall is going?!"

Zhao Hongming excitedly shouted into the phone:

"Fifty servings of pastries, not a single crumb left! They were all snatched up by those ladies who run the place! Even Old Master Ye Weiguo slammed his fist on the table in praise, calling it 'a national treasure'!"

"Old Master Ye specifically requests to see this master and wants to toast him in person! Quickly, bring him to the front hall!"

beep...

The phone hangs up.

Zhao Tianyi remained frozen in the position of holding his phone for a full five seconds.

"It's...it's done?!"

"Not only did it succeed, but it also made Old Master Ye slam his fist on the table in admiration?! And he even wanted to personally offer a toast?!"

Overwhelmed with emotion, he hugged Qin Lang tightly, laughing and crying at the same time, "Young Master Qin! You're like my own brother! Boss Lin is my ancestor!"

The chefs in the kitchen, who had been waiting to see the joke, looked at each other in dismay after hearing Zhao Tianyi's words. Their faces turned even more unpleasant than if they had eaten a bitter melon.

"Young Master Qin! You're like my own brother! Boss Lin is my living ancestor!"

Zhao Tianyi was so excited that he was incoherent. He then pushed Qin Lang aside and almost ran to Lin Fan's control panel.

"Boss Lin! Oh no, Master Lin! It's done! The front hall is in an uproar!"

Zhao Tianyi waved his phone excitedly, his fat face trembling:

"Fifty servings of pastries were snatched up without a trace! Even Elder Ye himself praised the pastry as 'the most beautiful in the world'! He's currently holding a wine glass, specifically requesting to see you and personally toast you!"

"Quickly! Master Lin, get ready quickly, let's go to the front hall!"

As Zhao Tianyi spoke, he even reached out to help Lin Fan untie his apron. His solicitous manner was completely different from the sternness he displayed when speaking to Executive Chef Lao Li earlier.

However, Lin Fan seemed neither overjoyed by the praise nor excited about meeting a room full of powerful figures.

That's fine.

Lin Fan casually tossed the tissue he had used to wipe his hands into the trash can and uttered a few words indifferently.

"what?"

Zhao Tianyi froze, his smile instantly turning to ice, thinking he had misheard: "Master Lin, what...what did you say?"

"My task was to prepare a dessert to save the day. Now that the dishes are on the table and the guests have finished eating, my task is complete."

"As for the front desk's social and toasting duties, that's the job of your hotel's public relations department, not the chef's responsibility."

"But..." Zhao Tianyi said anxiously.

"That's Elder Ye! Elder Ye specifically requested to see you! And sitting outside are all the most prominent figures in Jiangcheng! This is an opportunity that countless people would kill for!"

In Zhao Tianyi's view, for a small business owner running a roadside shop, this was an incredible opportunity for upward mobility, a stroke of good fortune. Just one toast tonight, and Lin Fan's name would be renowned throughout Jiangcheng's business community tomorrow!

Lin Fan closed the lid of the incubator, locking it with a crisp, cold click.

"A true chef communicates with diners through their skills. Once they taste the food, they understand the flavor and don't need me to ramble on."

"Mr. Zhao, it's very late, I need to go home and be with my daughter."

After saying that, Lin Fan picked up his suitcase and headed towards the employee exit.

This time, not only Zhao Tianyi panicked, but even Qin Lang, who had been watching the commotion from the sidelines, was flustered.

"Hey! Brother Lin! Don't go!"

Qin Lang rushed over and blocked the doorway, pleading with a pained expression:

"Brother Lin, I know you're aloof and don't like that kind of insincere socializing. But tonight really won't do! Who dares to disrespect Old Master Ye?"

"And think about it, this dish you made today is so amazing. If you, the original creator, don't come forward and claim credit, who knows if some shameless person might try to take it for you?"

As Qin Lang spoke, he glanced intentionally or unintentionally at Executive Chef Lao Li and the others not far away.

In the kitchen at this moment.

Those five-star chefs who had previously mocked Lin Fan and were ready to laugh at him, turned red in the face and were extremely embarrassed after hearing the feedback from the front of house relayed by Zhao Tianyi.

Old Li felt a burning pain on his face, as if he had been slapped a dozen times in public.

They considered themselves representatives of high-end Western pastries and thought that Chinese pastries were not presentable. However, a piece of dough fried in a wide wok was not only not cancelled, but was also amazed by Mr. Ye, the richest man in Jiangcheng, and was so delicious that not even a crumb was left!

This isn't just a slap in the face; it's like putting the entire pastry department's dignity in a frying pan and frying it repeatedly!

Upon hearing Qin Lang's sarcastic remark about "claiming credit for someone else's work," Old Li's face twitched violently.

Although he was arrogant just now, as a chef who has won a national gold medal, he has his own professional ethics and pride.

He admits he's not as skilled as others!

Old Li took a deep breath and did something that surprised everyone.

He strode up to Lin Fan.

To the astonishment of Zhao Tianyi and Qin Lang, the nearly fifty-year-old executive chef, who held absolute authority in the Grand Hyatt Hotel's kitchen, actually removed the tall chef's hat that symbolized his authority from his head and held it neatly to his chest.

Then, he bowed deeply to Lin Fan, who was more than twenty years younger than him!

"Master Lin!"

Old Li's voice was a little hoarse, but it conveyed a sincere and heartfelt admiration:

"Just now, we were just a bunch of ignorant frogs who didn't recognize your greatness. We were very offended, and I, Old Li, apologize to you here!"

"I started in this industry at fifteen and have been doing it for thirty years. Today, I've truly seen something amazing. Your technique of making eighty-one layers of puff pastry without refrigeration, and your incredible control over the oil temperature, are things I, Old Li, can never match in my entire life!"

"Those who have mastered it are our teachers. Today, you have given us a vivid lesson with your expertise: Chinese pastry is truly profound and extensive!"

As soon as Old Li bowed, the hundreds of chefs behind him who had previously harbored resentment all put away their contempt.

Whether it's Chinese cuisine or Western pastries, what chefs value most is genuine skill.

slam-la-

Hundreds of people dressed in pristine white chef uniforms bowed their heads in unison to Lin Fan.