The Spirit of Gourmet

Chapter 5: Food Recommender Zhou Qing

"I seem to have forgotten something..."

In the room, Qin Lang stopped what he was doing and looked thoughtful as he tidied up his scattered clothes to avoid leaving a bad impression on the landlord.

"correct!"

His eyes lit up and he suddenly remembered the range hood in the kitchen that was not working well.

Today I made beef stew with potatoes. It’s not a big deal if the range hood doesn’t perform well. If I want to make some dishes with heavy oil and salt in the future, a poor performance of the range hood will greatly affect the cooking experience.

"Grandpa Zhao happened to be visiting, so I have to talk to him about this."

"It would be great if Grandpa Zhao could help with the repairs."

Putting down the untied clothes in his hands, Qin Lang walked quickly towards the kitchen.
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“This taste…”

Zhao Chuan dipped his fingers into the soup faster and faster, and in the end he simply picked up the plate and drank directly from it.

The salty and fresh taste of oyster sauce blends with the unique garlic flavor of minced garlic, so drinking the soup directly will be a bit greasy.

But the remaining sweetness of lettuce in the soup was like the finishing touch, which perfectly removed the greasy taste. Even if he drank the soup directly, Zhao Chuan still felt extremely satisfied.

"It's so delicious..." Zhao Chuan sighed, and then he realized the purpose of his visit to Qin Lang's house this time.

His eyes then turned to the bowl of potato goulash next to him.

If this was not the plate just now, then the strange fragrance could only come from the dish that was once in this bowl.

Qin Lang had used the broth from the beef stew with potatoes to mix with rice, but after all, it was a broth made by completely stewing the meat until it was soft, so it was very viscous.

At this moment, some dark brown soup residue can still be seen on the inner wall of the bowl, and there is also a very thin layer at the bottom.

Excited heart, trembling hands.

Zhao Chuan picked up the bowl and put his whole face forward.

He sniffed the aroma in the bowl intently, his eyes widening suddenly.

This time it won't be wrong.

This is the taste!

"Oh, Grandpa Zhao, the kitchen..."

Qin Lang walked quickly to the kitchen door and stopped talking. He looked at Zhao Chuan in amazement.

From his perspective at this moment, it seemed as if Zhao Chuan had buried his entire face in the big bowl of beef stew with potatoes.

This…

Qin Lang couldn't help swallowing.

Did I come at the wrong time?
When Zhao Chuan heard Qin Lang's voice, he raised his head suddenly as if he had been electrocuted. His hand shook violently because of fear, and the big bowl quickly fell out of his hand.

He was startled and reached out to grab it, but because he used too much force, the bowl flew into the air and then fell on his head with a "bang".

“Grandpa Zhao!!!”

Qin Lang was shocked and hurried forward to help Zhao Chuan take the bowl away. Looking at Zhao Chuan whose face and head were splashed with the remaining soup in the bowl, he was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.

"Are you not hurt?"

"...No." Zhao Chuan shook his head and subconsciously licked the soup dripping from the corner of his mouth. "Qin Lang, your potato beef...ah no, you have quite a lot of utensils in your kitchen, huh? How did you make it?"

The corners of Qin Lang's mouth twitched suddenly.

"Grandpa Zhao, why don't you go back and wash up first?"

"Well... well." Zhao Chuan realized belatedly that he had just encountered such an embarrassing incident. His old face turned red and he didn't want to stay any longer, so he quickly walked out.

After leaving Qin Lang's house, Zhao Chuan licked the corner of his mouth again and couldn't help but let out a sigh.

Although it was embarrassing, it was still worth it.

Thinking in his mind, Zhao Chuan opened the door of his house.

Soon, a roar was heard from Zhao Chuan's home.

"Damn old man, wait for the beating!" Qin Lang couldn't help but shrink his head when he vaguely heard the roars and screams from next door.

It looks like Grandpa Zhao won’t come.

After quickly cleaning up the dishes in the kitchen, Qin Lang glanced at the range hood and sighed.

Forget it, I’ll talk to Grandpa Zhao about the range hood issue next time.

Having nothing to do in the afternoon, Qin Lang planned to go directly to the food recommender Zhou Qing.

This food recommender should be the least likely to be influenced by Pang Long. I hope everything goes well and he gets his approval.

There is no need to make an appointment in advance to take the food recommender assessment. The address of each food recommender will be announced on the official website of the Royal Spirit Chef Association.

You just need to visit the food recommender according to the address, and pass the other party's test to obtain the corresponding token - the food recommender badge.

After tidying up his appearance, Qin Lang followed the address he had searched for and soon arrived at a small villa with a garden.

After taking a look inside through the fence, Qin Lang took a deep breath and pressed the doorbell.

"Ding-dong-"

As the doorbell rang, the door of the small villa slowly opened.

Qin Lang's expression couldn't help but tense up, but when he saw the person walking out, a hint of disappointment flashed in his eyes.

The person who came was not Zhou Qing, but a middle-aged man.

The other party did not open the door directly. Instead, he glanced at Qin Lang through the bars and then said, "Are you here to visit the chef of Food Recommender Zhou Qing?"

"Yes." Qin Lang nodded. "My name is Qin Lang. I've come to visit Mr. Zhou Qing and hope to gain his approval."

"I'm afraid it's not possible right now." The man shook his head. "I'm his son. The weather is nice today, so he went fishing by the river."

not at home?
Qin Lang frowned slightly, "Then may I ask when Mr. Zhou Qing will be back?"

"Maybe four hours later." The man glanced at Qin Lang. "If you're willing to wait, that's fine."

Wait four hours...

Qin Lang's eyes flashed.

"Could you tell me where Mr. Zhou Qing is fishing?"
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Xiayun River is the only river in Dongxia City. The widest part of the river is over 500 meters and it has rich aquatic resources.

It nourishes Dongxia City and several surrounding cities, and supports generations of people living here.

On a walkway without guardrails by the river, a gaunt old man wearing a straw hat sat on a folding stool, holding a fishing rod and waiting quietly.

Suddenly, the float on the lake moved slightly.

The old man suddenly raised his head, and there was a hint of sharpness in his turbid eyes.

The movement of the float became louder and louder, and the old man began to reel in the fish skillfully. When he felt the fish at the other end of the line struggling less and less, he found the right moment and pulled it hard.

"Wow--"

A carp jumped out of the river, splashing water in the sunlight.

"A carp weighing more than four pounds." The old man weighed the fishing line, unhooked it, and threw the fish into the fish basket with a smile in his eyes.

But the next moment, the old man's smile gradually disappeared.

Looking at the young man who was quietly fishing with his fishing rod held tightly two or three meters away from him, a confused look appeared on his face.

This boy...where did he come from?

"Young man, you..."

"Shh!" Qin Lang extended his index finger, made a "don't talk" gesture, and spoke in a low voice.

"Don't scare away my fish."

The old man looked at the position of the other person's fishing float, then looked at the other person again, and seemed to be hesitant to speak.

You kid... are fishing in the hole I made?
(End of this chapter)