Liu Yu and Tang Jian met through a friend’s introduction and have had dinner together twice, getting along quite well.

The main reason is that Tang Jian heard Liu Yu wanted to ride the wave and open a creative internet cafe.

This internet cafe and the hotel are practically a match made in heaven as complementary facilities.

As it happens, he intends to refurbish and renovate several hotels under his management.

By then, the first and second floors could be left for Liu Yu to set up the internet cafe.

The other floors would continue to be used as hotel rooms.

Both parties could share the rent and each drive traffic to the other, a mutually beneficial arrangement.

The two of them briefly talked about this during a meal and hit it off right away.

They initially agreed to meet again after the Mid-Autumn Festival, but unexpectedly ran into each other here today.

As they exchanged greetings, a server came by to deliver dishes to private room 209.

Two dishes on one tray, the server carried it single-handedly, placing four cold dishes on the table directly.

Liu Yu casually glanced over and saw a dish of cold mixed tofu skin and a dish of ham slices.

Liu Yu: “!”

Aren’t these dishes from the Three Banquet Meal?

He stretched his neck to look at the other two dishes.

They were obviously mustard vermicelli and mixed pork face!

These Three Banquet Meal dishes sell decently at their music restaurant. The key is that this meal emphasizes serving cold before hot, making it particularly suitable for banquets.

Liu Yu couldn’t help but glance at Tang Jian, thinking to himself, this guy doesn’t know how to eat!

To truly savor the authentic Three Banquet Meal, one must go to their music restaurant.

After all, the kitchen staff there had all personally learned cooking techniques from Yao Shi.

The dishes they make are truly authentic!

At Qianlima, which is known for seafood, hardly anyone orders the Three Banquet Meal, so the kitchen almost never makes it.

Especially now, since Yao Shi hardly ever cooks personally after teaming up with him to open the music restaurant.

Liu Yu was well aware of the situation at Qianlima, knowing that besides Yao Shi, no one else in the kitchen was skilled at making such opulent banquets.

Tang Jian noticed Liu Yu’s scrutinizing gaze and curiously asked, “What’s up, President Liu, you know this banquet too?”

Liu Yu nodded, “If I’m not mistaken, it’s the Three Banquet Meal, right?”

Tang Jian laughed upon hearing it, “Whoa! President Liu really knows his stuff! You really know!”

Liu Yu chuckled, “I’ve tried it twice before, it’s indeed delicious.”

Tang Jian casually remarked, “The Three Banquet Meal at Qianlima is really authentic, you should try it if you have the chance, President Liu.”

Liu Yu frowned slightly at these words.

Not many in the industry knew about his partnership with Yao Shi to open the music restaurant.

Liu Yu currently specializes in men’s clothing stores, hardly interfering with the music restaurant, only collecting dividends at the end of the year.

Clearly, Tang Jian hadn’t heard about this.

Liu Yu asked without giving anything away, “The Three Banquet Meal here is authentic? President Tang, you probably haven’t tasted the music restaurant’s banquet, have you?”

In Liu Yu’s view, the Three Banquet Meal made at Qianlima, unless it was personally overseen by Yao Shi, couldn’t possibly compare to their music restaurant.

Unexpectedly, Tang Jian said after listening, “I’ve also tried the Three Banquet Meal at the music restaurant, but it really doesn’t compare to here!”

Liu Yu couldn’t hide his astonishment.

How is this possible!

He understood very well the situation in Qianlima’s kitchen.

Besides Yao Shi, there were only two chefs in total.

Zhao Meng was good at stir-frying and Hui dishes, while Gu Yunwu excelled in stewing and simmered soups.

How could these two compare with the chefs at their music restaurant?

That’s just nonsense!

…

Yao Shi was busy preparing stewed ribs, while Gao Wenjing called to report that Liu Yu’s family had been settled in private room 210, reassuring him.

Upon hearing this, Yao Shi decided not to contact Liu Yu again.

After all, Liu Yu was not short of money and didn’t need to pull favors for a discount.

The benefits of high-level physical training became evident when the non-stop cooking marathon began in earnest.

While everyone else in the kitchen was exhausted and aching, Fu Yu was flipping the wok energetically and effortlessly.

When others were miserably tortured by their sweat-soaked chef’s uniforms clinging to them, Fu Yu remained fresh and clean.

Underneath the greasy and dirty light green floral apron, Fu Yu’s chef’s uniform was clean and new, untainted by sweat, free from stains, and without even a trace of oily smoke.

Zhao Meng couldn’t handle the cooking, so he relinquished his station to Fu Yu.

He stood by, personally guiding Sun Qingning as he cooked.

Sun Qingning was both thrilled and apprehensive.

While attentively working, he was also nervously terrified of making a mistake and being scolded for nothing.

Sun Qingning was overjoyed yet worried.

The sous chef assisting Fu Yu was now Zhang Jinyu.

Zhang Jinyu, who had previously been berated while working under Zhao Meng as an assistant chef, was now astonished by the gentle and meticulous instructions from Fu Yu.

Relaxing mentally, he couldn’t help his chatterbox tendencies.

Zhang Jinyu reached up to tug at his sweat-drenched chef’s uniform.

This cottony fabric was particularly absorbent, and he swore he could wring out water if he took off his chef’s coat right now!

With a quick glance, he saw Fu Yu.

Huh?

How did Fu Yu’s chef uniform look so fresh and dry?

Zhang Jinyu couldn’t resist stepping closer and curiously asked, “Chef Fu, aren’t you hot?”

Fu Yu calmly flipped the wok, replying, “Hmm, I’m used to it.”

Zhang Jinyu looked at him enviously, “You don’t seem to sweat much?”

Upon closer inspection, Fu Yu was indeed sweating, fine beads of sweat hung visibly at his temples.

But even sweating like this, Fu Yu still appeared fresher than everyone else, especially with his chef’s uniform, while others had it sticking to their body from sweat, his looked clean and fresh.

Zhang Jinyu curiously asked, “Chef Fu, are you using deodorant?”

The order takers and servers in the restaurant often gathered in the kitchen to chat idly.

Previously, deodorant had been a trend in the restaurant, with almost everyone having a bottle.

Fu Yu glanced at Zhang Jinyu, disdainfully saying, “No way I’d use that stuff!”

A small palm-sized bottle costs over a hundred!

If you have so much money to spend, why buy that?

Zhang Jinyu was skeptical, “Then how come you look so fresh?”

Feeling increasingly self-conscious, Fu Yu staunchly replied, “Because I’m naturally beautiful with flawless skin!”

Zhang Jinyu: “…”

There was no way to continue this conversation!

The server came over just in time to hand over the order.

Based on the rotation, this order happened to be Zhao Meng’s turn.

Fu Yu took the order and froze immediately upon seeing it.

Three Banquet Meal?

He didn’t know how to make this!

Indeed, the restaurant had such a banquet, but only during festive periods would someone occasionally order it.

Last year during the New Year, it seemed a customer ordered it, but back then, Fu Yu had just joined the kitchen, and wasn’t assisting Zhao Meng yet.

During preparation, he was busy with side dishes, but they were just accompaniments.

Such a long time had passed, he couldn’t remember what ingredients were used.

How was he supposed to prepare the Three Banquet Meal?

On the order, the server had taken the easy way out, simply writing the banquet’s name without specifying the exact dishes!

Source: Webnovel.com, updated by NovelKeep