Abnormal Gourmet Chronicle-Chapter 700 - 357: Could I Really Have a Talent for Being a Master?
It’s really enviable!
Qin Huai finished speaking.
"Did you understand?" Qin Huai asked.
Pei Xing was actually already confused. He could tell Qin Huai really wanted him to understand, and he didn’t have the heart to tell his respected Master Qin that he didn’t quite get it.
Pei Xing could only nod with a foggy head: "I kind of understand, thank you, Master Qin!"
Qin Huai was quite pleased: "Then knead the dough once more."
Pei Xing: (°ー°〃) Another assessment?!
Master Qin, isn’t this our Zhiwei Restaurant’s standard procedure? There’s never been an assessment before, right?
Pei Xing had no choice but to grit his teeth and knead the dough.
Qin Huai watched for a while and realized Pei Xing didn’t really understand.
"Sigh." Qin Huai let out a deep sigh. As expected, he realized that his thought of improved teaching skills was just an illusion; his teaching ability still wasn’t great, because Pei Xing still hadn’t understood.
Pei Xing sighed for his teaching skills, but to Pei Xing’s ears, it sounded like a sigh for his dullness.
Pei Xing suddenly felt very upset, an unprecedented sense of unwillingness arose in his heart.
Being a connected person, he had more advantages than other apprentices when entering Zhiwei Restaurant, and he had some talent as well. Before going to Zhiwei Restaurant, he always thought he could make a name for himself there, become an apprentice to the Master Chef, establish himself in the Bai’an World, and become a famous chef.
But all these ambitions were worn down in the first month at Zhiwei Restaurant.
On his first day at Zhiwei Restaurant, Pei Xing came to realize his mediocrity, and in the first month, he learned to accept his mediocrity.
During this period, Pei Xing tried hard, striving, but it was useless. He worked hard, others worked hard too, and there were those who were even more diligent than he was. He had talent, others were more talented, and there were those who had more talent than he did.
Zhiwei Restaurant didn’t lack geniuses, nor did it lack diligent people, especially diligent geniuses.
So ultimately, Pei Xing gave up his initial dream of making a name in the Bai’an World and becoming a celebrated pastry master and chose to return to his hometown. He left Zhiwei Restaurant, which he once dreamed of going to, and returned to Shan City to become a mediocre snack master.
Of course, things didn’t go as planned, and when Pei Xing returned to Shan City, he immediately went to Yunzhong Restaurant to work, never becoming a mediocre snack master.
But for the first time, Pei Xing felt so unwilling.
Unwilling for his dullness.
Such a good person as Master Qin, despite so many excellent apprentices at Zhiwei Restaurant, he still remembered him, still came over specifically to guide him in kneading the dough. But he was still so stupid, still so mediocre, still so thick-headed, still unable to comprehend the Master’s guidance.
Master Qin didn’t even blame him, just sighed.
It would have been better if he had just called him an idiot.
And this idiot even thought of writing a resignation letter and quitting a few days ago.
Pei Xing, oh Pei Xing, who are you letting down?
With this talent of yours, this perseverance, this mindset, if you weren’t a connected person, what right did you have to enter Zhiwei Restaurant back then? You couldn’t make your way in Zhiwei Restaurant and came out, and now that you’re at Yunzhong Restaurant, you’re still not cherishing it.
How much longer do you want to be mediocre? Do you really want to be an ordinary snack master your whole life, just drifting through, eating and waiting to die?
Why did you submit your resume to Yunzhong Restaurant in the first place? Wasn’t it because you heard the boss of Yunzhong Restaurant was an extremely skilled snack master, and maybe he could guide you, and you could suddenly improve your skills and make a glorious return to Zhiwei Restaurant to continue shining on the pastry stage?
Pei Xing gritted his teeth and continued kneading the dough.
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At lunchtime, as usual, Ouyang happily stepped into Yunzhong Restaurant at 12:05, ready to head to the loyal kitchen door with a plate for his special meal.
Before Ouyang could happily run to the kitchen door, he was stopped by Qin Huai, who handed him a plate of shumai. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂
Ouyang: ? Shumai?
Is this the time to eat shumai? Isn’t shumai eaten in the morning? Didn’t he already eat a lot of shumai in the morning?
Eating shumai at this time, what about his beloved stir-fried vegetables and stir-fried meat?
Ouyang expressed his love for vegetables, especially those stir-fried by Zang Liang.
"Try Pei Xing’s shumai," Qin Huai said, handing Ouyang a pair of chopsticks.
Ouyang, confused, took the chopsticks, picked up a piece of shumai, and started munching it.
"How do you find the taste?" Qin Huai asked.
"It’s pretty good," Ouyang said, bewildered. "Seems a bit better than the ones in the morning. The morning shumai was also made by Pei Xing, right? He’s been making shumai every day lately."
"Even you can tell Pei Xing’s shumai has improved." Qin Huai murmured, "Could it be that this time, besides Fire Control and Knife Skills, my teaching and language expression have also improved, and the latter has made the most progress?"
"Although I don’t know why Pei Xing was obsessively making shumai like he went mad this morning, he seems to have found his groove, and the progress is quite noticeable."
"Do I really have a talent for being a mentor?"
