“You’re not allowed to laugh!” Tang Wanyue’s expression was clearly a bit weak, but she still put on a stance ready to go down with him. “Anyway, don’t come any closer! Even if you use vinegar, I’ll make sure this zombie of yours goes blind! Gurgle gurgle…”
While glaring fiercely at Tang Cheng, Tang Wanyue’s stomach suddenly rumbled uncontrollably, instantly flushing her face with embarrassment.
“I… I’m not hungry! Don’t misunderstand!”
“Pfft.”
Tang Cheng naturally understood that Tang Wanyue was already hungry. He quickly grabbed the chef’s uniform from the table beside him and headed toward the kitchen inside. “Let me make you something to eat first. I’m hungry too.”
“Huh?” Tang Wanyue stared blankly as Tang Cheng walked past her and into the kitchen. Honestly, she had been quite afraid of his rotting left face, but seeing that Tang Cheng had no intention of hurting her put her somewhat at ease.
“Let’s see what we have here.”
Tang Cheng entered the kitchen, tied on a chef’s towel, and began inspecting the freezer and the pantry. Vegetables, fruits, meat—all kinds of food were well-stocked. No wonder this was a specialized Chinese restaurant; the supplies were ample.
As the servant of that young miss, Tang Cheng had always been learning from the five-star chefs in the kitchen—knife skills, controlling the heat, seasoning—everything. Chu Ruoyun’s meals were basically handled by Tang Cheng, and her proud and picky palate had honed his culinary skills to a fine art.
Since he was a child, Tang Cheng had earned a nickname in the kitchen that everyone recognized: the “Little Chinese Culinary God.” By eight or nine years old, he was already adept at using ingredients and knives with skill.
He swiftly picked up a gleaming knife from the kitchen counter—the size and weight perfectly suited to his hand—and expertly chopped garlic, ginger, and scallions. The stove was already boiling water.
Considering Tang Wanyue was hungry, he decided to make something simple and efficient: minced meat fried noodles with tomatoes.
At this moment, Tang Wanyue tiptoed to the kitchen door, curiously peeking in at Tang Cheng, who was now busy in front of the counter wearing the master chef’s towel.
But as soon as she looked at Tang Cheng’s completely transformed demeanor, Tang Wanyue was stunned. Tang Cheng deftly heated oil, stir-fried the minced meat until flavorful, then skillfully added the blanched noodles into the wok and tossed everything together seamlessly, like a professional chef.
“Could he… be from New Oriental Culinary School?” Tang Wanyue was a bit dazed by Tang Cheng’s stunning cooking skills. “No, no—he went to the same school as me!”
“Who exactly… is he?”
Her curiosity about this classmate’s true identity grew, and the enticing aroma of the fried noodles made her swallow hard as she unconsciously moved closer into the kitchen. After being trapped for days, she was truly hungry.
Two plates of fried noodles had already been beautifully served by Tang Cheng. The slightly oily noodles glistened with a mouthwatering sheen, perfectly intact, with vegetables evenly mixed in.
“Hungry, right? Wait a moment, it’ll be ready soon…”
Noticing Tang Wanyue standing by the counter, Tang Cheng carefully arranged the sliced tomatoes in the center of the plate, adding both nutrition and an appetizing aesthetic!
A professional chef knows how to plate well—it’s all about presentation!
“All done. Let’s go eat.”
“Oh…”
Tang Wanyue swallowed hard, forgetting all her fear of Tang Cheng. It seemed delicious food really could make a person forget everything.
With the dishes and utensils in hand, Tang Cheng carried the two freshly made plates like a waiter and headed toward the main hall.
The reason he acted like a waiter was simple—serving that spoiled young miss every day had long made this a habit…