I'm terminally ill, and all they give me is a matchmaking system?

"You really can't do anything! Even at this crucial moment, you still want to lie to me? Fine! Very well! You pack your things right now and get out!"

"Even if I mess this up, I won't use you to ruin my own reputation. You're about as capable as my mentor who I just hired two years ago. That guy actually wants to harm me? Don't even think about it."

The old man from the Fang family was furious and frantically driving the chef away.

Lin Tian was woken up by the noise.

He opened his eyes, looked at the dim light outside the window, frowned, and after confirming that there was no discomfort in his head, he suddenly sat up.

Looking downstairs, at the entrance of Fang's Restaurant.

The chef was kicked out with a humiliated expression. Even though he wanted to beg Old Master Fang not to kick him out, there was nothing he could do.

He could only leave in frustration.

As the chef walked away, Old Master Fang showed no intention of stopping him, only hoping in his heart: "If that young man really is a descendant of the imperial chefs, then my restaurant won't have lost so much face."

"But what if it's not like that?"

Meanwhile, at Yu's restaurant, they were taking care of their regular customers.

The woman's mother looked up and saw the chef who had been sent out that morning returning dejectedly, clearly no longer being used.

"Boss lady, I..."

The woman's mother naturally felt ashamed, but there was nothing she could do.

She gritted her teeth and pointed to the kitchen.

"Now that you're back, go help out in the kitchen. Don't embarrass yourself here!"

The chef gritted his teeth and nodded in agreement.

the other side.

Old Man Fang, feeling dizzy, was about to close the door when he heard a hearty laugh from behind him:

"Are they planning to close down? I was thinking of staying for dinner! I'm starving."

A familiar voice came from behind, and Old Man Fang turned around as if he had been granted a pardon.

Then he saw Lin Tian grinning at him, revealing a bright white smile.

Old Man Fang's eyes suddenly reddened. He took three steps at a time and ran quickly towards Lin Tian. His eyes were filled with vicissitudes, and the high spirits he had shown in the morning were long gone.

"Mr. Lin, you've finally arrived! You have no idea how much of a day I've had. The guy they sent was a complete idiot; he wasted my entire day. Thank goodness you came. Judging from your appearance, you must have had a good time with your friends, right?"

Lin Tian nodded subtly, smiling.

Old Master Fang became instantly excited.

"If that's the case, why don't you show me your skills now, so I can put my mind at ease! Otherwise, if you try tomorrow and Lin Tian shows up, I really don't know how to explain it. This is a matter of face for our city, and I can't let my grudge against him ruin things, or I won't even be able to keep the shop open!"

Lin Tian made an OK sign.

"No problem, what kind of food would you like me to make?"

Old Master Fang could barely contain his smile when he saw Lin Tian readily agree.

He smirked and said, "I just asked that guy to make squirrel-shaped mandarin fish, but either the fire was too high or there wasn't enough oil. It wasted three or four of my fish. It really hurts!"

Lin Tian smiled and agreed.

"So it's a squirrel-shaped mandarin fish, isn't that obvious? But you said you've already wasted several fish, is there any left in the tank?"

"Yes, yes, yes, there's just one left, but it's a bit small..."

As he spoke, Old Man Fang glared reproachfully at the Yu family restaurant across the street.

Just then, the woman's mother came out. She was already curious about why Lin Tian would come at this critical moment, and now she was even more flustered.

But after being glared at by Old Man Fang, the anger in his heart was almost uncontrollable.

Lin Tian reassured him, "Don't be angry. I'm here now, aren't I? If this matter is over, just let it go. I don't think the other side did it on purpose."

Lin Tian did hear the woman's mother's instructions to the chef.

But he did not forget his mission.

If he adds fuel to the fire now, it will be difficult to put Old Man Fang's mind at ease.

The only consequence will be that the young couple will run away from home and go far away.

If that were the outcome, then so be it. But since God has entrusted him with this matter, it means that the final result will definitely not be so simple.

Lin Tian chuckled and patted Fang's father's shoulder lightly, "Whether it was intentional or not, I don't care! Anyway, it almost caused trouble, so I can only blame that woman for deliberately causing trouble."

Seeing Lin Tian's pleading expression, Old Man Fang pondered for a moment and finally sighed.

"Alright, if you can really make a squirrel-shaped mandarin fish that satisfies me, then I'll take your advice and not hold it against what Yu's restaurant did to Fang's restaurant."

Lin Tian let out a sigh of relief, nodded in agreement, rolled up his sleeves, put on an apron, and turned to head towards the kitchen.

He picked up the still-living fish and placed it on the cutting board. He then removed the scales, internal organs, head, and tail of the mandarin fish, cut it open from the back, removed the large bones, kept the skin, and cut the fish meat into cross-shaped cuts.

He didn't cut the fish skin, just to keep it intact.

Next, he prepared ginger slices and scallion segments for later use.

He then picked up a plate and placed the mandarin fish on it.

Marinate the fish with cooking wine, salt, ginger slices, and scallion segments for 10-15 minutes to remove the fishy smell and enhance the aroma.

While waiting for the fish to marinate, Lin Tian picked up the starch and poured it into a plate for later use. When the bell rang, he took the marinated fish and coated it evenly with the dry starch, making sure that every corner was coated with starch.

The commotion coming from the kitchen immediately caught the attention of Old Man Fang.

He sneaked to the door of the kitchen.

Only then did they see Lin Tian, ​​with his back straight, begin to heat the oil in the wok with great flair.

Based on what he had learned, Lin Tian measured the oil temperature with just a few drops of water.

He carefully placed the mandarin fish coated in starch into the pot along the edge.

The sizzling sound was like beautiful musical notes.

Lin Tian's calm and composed demeanor was completely different from that of the chef from before.

Old Master Fang was stunned and involuntarily picked up his phone to start filming.

Lin Tian didn't care at all. Instead, he took the spoon next to him and gently turned the fish over as it set.

The fish, coated in starch, gradually turns golden brown as it is cooked in hot oil.

The fish meat even curled up into a squirrel shape due to physical reasons.

Lin Tian nodded in satisfaction and used the spoon to scoop out the already shaped and fried fish meat to drain the oil.

Then, Lin Tian started another pot and added a little of the oil he had used to fry the fish earlier.

Add the remaining minced scallions, ginger, and garlic and sauté until fragrant. Finally, add half a bottle of tomato sauce, along with appropriate amounts of sugar, white vinegar, and a little salt. Sauté until the sauce thickens.

He took a half-step back with an air of authority, then picked up the scalding hot wok and went over the still steaming mandarin fish, pouring the stir-fried sauce evenly over the fried fish.

At this stage, the aroma is already irresistible.

Old Man Fang, who was standing nearby, almost couldn't resist rushing over.

"Don't rush! There's one last step."