Male superiority and female superiority: forced love

"Miss Ruan, a strange guest came to the building and asked us to prepare a divine meal." Ming Qi rushed into the kitchen and said anxiously.

"What kind of delicious meal does he want?" Ruan Chuyin stopped the spatula in her hand, her eyes full of interest.

"White rice, one mouthful will turn you into immortality." Ming Qi repeated the guest's original words.

When Ming Ba and the others heard this, they started talking.

"What kind of guest? Looking for trouble?"

"That's right, can't you tell him that we don't have any in the building and ask him to try something else?"

"Ming Qi, there are still five tables of food that haven't been served yet? Send him away quickly!"

The voices of blame surged towards Ming Qi like a tide, and the looks he gave him all said in unison: You are ignorant!

Ruan Chuyin picked up the "list" beside her, weighed it for a few breaths, and nodded in agreement.

Although her friends were very fast at preparing food, they couldn't cook. She was the only one who could cook for five tables, and her hands were numb from tossing the woks.

I just asked Ming Jiu to try making a simple stir-fried vegetable dish. Even though I taught him twice, the taste was weird. It’s not bad, but it’s definitely not suitable for serving on the table.

Ming Qi was so angry at being insulted by his fellow disciples that he raised his hand high, threw out a silver note and shouted, "See? A hundred taels! That's enough to buy a bowl of rice in our building!"

The kitchen suddenly fell silent, and everyone looked at the silver note held high in his hand with longing. The note smelled strongly of money, a unique and luxurious aroma.

"Damn it, why didn't you say so earlier!" Ming Jiu's hands were shaking with excitement. One hundred taels to buy a bowl of rice is like a divine meal!

Ming Qi narrowed his eyes slightly in pride.

If you have money but don't make it, you're a fool. Now you know who's mentally retarded, right? Xuan Er smiled and handed the banknote to Ruan Chuyin: "Miss Ruan, do you think we should accept this order or not?"

"Take it!" Ruan Chuyin put the banknote into her pocket without hesitation.

One bite turns you into an immortal, one bite turns you into freshness.

No matter what the diner's purpose is, there is no reason not to eat the meat that is served to him.

"Ming Qi, first serve some fruits to the guest, and then bring a pot of good tea." Ruan Chuyin already had an idea in her mind and estimated that it would be ready in half an hour.

After Ming Qi left, everyone's excited expressions gradually calmed down.

Suddenly, someone shouted "Oh no!", startling Ruan Chuyin, who was washing rice, so much so that her hands started shaking and one-third of the "pearls" slipped away.

"Ming Ba, what the hell are you crazy about!" Ming Si and Ming Liu roared.

Ming Ba seemed to have thought of something, and without bothering to argue, he hurried over to Ruan Chuyin and asked, "Miss Ruan, how did white rice turn into something magical in one gulp?" He belatedly realized that this person had ill intentions. Ming Qi was so obsessed with money that he dared to accept orders that would ruin the place, without even a hint of wisdom.

"Don't worry, I can do it." Ruan Chuyin showed a relieved smile, turned around and continued to wash the white rice.

This smile stunned Ming Ba.

Her face is like jade, her smile is like a flower, she is unadorned and as still as a painting. Her sleeves dance like clouds, stirring the fragrant wind, her figure like a red lotus amidst the smoke.

Who wouldn’t want such a beauty? Your Excellency is so blessed!

Ruan Chuyin concentrated on removing the damaged rice grains visible to the naked eye, then added spring water to soak and drain.

As luck would have it, chicken soup was simmering on the stove today. She scooped three spoonfuls of lard from the pot, skimmed off the fat, and set aside. She then lit the stove again, added the lard, and stir-fried the garlic. Once it turned a rich golden brown, she removed the garlic and added rice and a pinch of salt. Finally, she poured the chicken broth into the pot and steamed it.

To enhance the flavor, Ruan Chuyin added half a spoonful of broth. This was a concentrated essence she had made two days ago using pork bones, chicken bones, and a small amount of fish bones. With this broth, the rice was cooked to its truest color. One bite and you're instantly hooked.

Half an incense stick later, the steaming "divine rice" finally came out of the pot amid everyone's eager anticipation.

The friends behind Ruan Chuyin had already been dazzled by the delicious smell. They put down their work and gathered around, staring at the pot of fragrant rice.

"There's enough in the pot, everyone have a try." Ruan Chuyin couldn't bear to disappoint their extremely eager eyes, so she smiled and served each of them a mouthful.

Just at this moment, Ming Qi came back.

"Delicious!" He was extremely grateful to have caught this bite, smacked his lips with satisfaction, and looked at the small bite in Mingba's bowl.

"Hurry up and serve this divine rice to the guests!" Ming Ba fiercely covered the porcelain bowl with his hands, then turned and devoured it in one gulp. The fragrance of rice was mingled with the rich aroma of meat, the taste layered and complex, so delicious that he couldn't describe it. It seemed as if all words seemed pale and powerless in front of this divine rice.

This amount of rice wasn't enough to fill their stomachs, and their eager gazes were drawn back. Ruan Chuyin was worried that the guests would want more, so she didn't dare give them more. After all, she had charged them a hundred taels, so even thirty pots wouldn't break even, let alone a single pot of divine rice.

"Miss Ruan, Miss Ruan! The guests asked for six more bowls!" Ming Qi came running in hurriedly, but there was not much joy in his eyes. He looked unwillingly at the layer of white rice in the pot that was shining with pearly luster.

"Ming Qi, did you hear it wrong? He can eat seven bowls by himself?" Ming Jiu asked in surprise.

What does seven bowls of rice mean? That's the amount of rice three adult men eat.

"He was alone at first, but who knew another one would come in the blink of an eye. But this person was very strange. He was a big man with a veil on his head, wrapping himself tightly in black. If you didn't know him, you would think he was in our line of work." Ming Qi replied.

"Which profession?" Ruan Chuyin immediately grasped the key point. She had long since sensed that these young friends were no ordinary chefs. Their knife skills were so excellent, they must be experienced chefs. She was just pretending to be ignorant.

The air was covered with a thick layer of frost and stopped flowing.

Ming Qi received several death stares, frozen in place, not daring to move. He was usually eloquent, but now he hesitated for a long time without offering an explanation, wondering what kind of job he had to wear that outfit.

Others were racking their brains to save face for this idiot, but they couldn't come up with any idea after thinking for a long time.

Ruan Chuyin silently served six bowls of rice, then changed the subject and asked Ming Qi to serve them to the guests.

The atmosphere in the kitchen was terribly low. No one dared to speak. Everyone just lowered their heads and tried desperately to find work to do.

Ming Qi is such a big mouth, let’s see how they deal with him after work!

But what they didn't expect was that Ming Qi came back soon and said that the guest specifically wanted to see the chef.

"Ming Qi, where is Aunt Xu?" Ming Ba asked suspiciously.

"We're dealing with it in the lobby with Auntie Han. It's no use this time! The old man who came is an expert, and after just two questions Auntie Xu was exposed." Ming Qi replied, pounding his chest. He hadn't expected Auntie Xu to be so lame, unable to answer questions he could answer himself.

"Are you stupid? Can't you tell the guests that the secret recipe cannot be passed on to others and cannot be disclosed?" Ming Ba looked at him as if he were a fool, and couldn't help but deeply suspect that his soul had been swapped.

"You're the fool! Those two have sharp eyes and are very experienced. The moment they saw Aunt Xu, they said she didn't look like the chef. They also said they spent a hundred taels of silver, so there was no reason for us to refuse to see the chef."

"Stop arguing, let me go." At this time, Ruan Chuyin spoke.

Even if she didn't stay in Zuixianlou, she would open her own restaurant and would inevitably be in the spotlight.

Instead of hiding it, it is better to stand out openly.