Quick Transmigration: Only You Are the Desire of My Heart

"No, this would put almost all the pressure on the head chef," Jiang Ran immediately rejected the chef's suggestion. Prioritizing quantity over quality—wasn't that putting the cart before the horse?

Moreover, as the head chef, Li Siyuan already shoulders a lot of work in the kitchen. Adding more workload to him would really exhaust him.

"Does this mean we'll collapse without Wen Mochen?" Song Qingyin raised her eyelids, her tone somewhat sarcastic.

"You make it sound so easy for you, why don't you try it yourself!" An Yang rolled his eyes, quite annoyed by Song Qingyin's nonchalant attitude. He didn't know why he always disliked Song Qingyin; he just couldn't help wanting to go against her whenever he saw her.

Maybe it's because her affected manner is so annoying!

“Okay.” For once, Song Qingyin didn’t retort to An Yang, but nodded calmly, as if her answer was perfectly normal.

Only those who heard her answer looked at her with surprise. Even Su Xiran was shocked, swallowed hard, and asked cautiously, "Yinyin, are you telling the truth? You're cooking, not just helping out?"

It's no wonder she found it so hard to believe. Even if it were An Yang who said it, she could have closed her eyes and barely believed it. But it was Song Qingyin who spoke! This young lady clearly had never lifted a finger in the kitchen; she probably hadn't even stepped foot in a kitchen in her entire life.

Oh, except for recording a TV show.

Actually, her thinking wasn't without reason. Having spent some time with her, she had come to understand her quite well. This little devil—you could say she was difficult to please, but she was surprisingly hardworking when it mattered; yet, you could also say she was gentle and kind, but she loved to torment those around her. However, those who doted on her saw nothing wrong with this, finding it all rather endearing.

All of that is fine, except for one thing—she's picky. Whether it's food, clothing, or other necessities, everything has to suit her taste. It doesn't have to be the most expensive, but it has to be what she considers the best.

Therefore, when Song Qingyin offered to cook, she felt it was rarer than a sudden shower of blood. She believed that everyone else present must have felt the same way.

She genuinely didn't want to dampen Yinyin's enthusiasm, but she was even more afraid of making things worse in the end.

Waaaaah, she's having such a hard time!!!

"Really." Seeing everyone's skeptical looks, Song Qingyin couldn't help but touch the tip of her nose. What kind of impression had she usually left on everyone? Was her cooking really that unbelievable?

“When I was studying abroad, I would occasionally make things for myself,” Song Qingyin sighed and added.

Seeing that everyone was still skeptical, he had no choice but to continue, "I was always there when Mo Chen was cooking, so I remember most of the steps. Besides, we can ask the chef to give us some guidance, so there shouldn't be any major problems."

Seeing everyone's hesitant expressions, Song Qingyin continued, "How about this, I'll make a few dishes first, and everyone can try them?"

“Alright, there’s still time. Xiaoyin, why don’t you give it a try first? If it doesn’t work, we can discuss it further. Besides, everyone here knows how to make something, so it’s no problem for each person to make one or two things they’re good at,” Huang Zefeng said after a moment’s thought.

Everyone agreed with Manager Huang's words. Although they still had doubts about Song Qingyin's abilities, they didn't say anything more.

We'll talk about everything after she finishes her work.

Song Qingyin wasn't just saying this offhand. When the original owner of this body was studying abroad, she did indeed cook for herself frequently. She didn't like eating out, and her family wanted to arrange for someone to take care of her, but she didn't like anyone intruding on her private space, so she refused. Therefore, even though she didn't want to cook, she had to.

Although her cooking skills aren't exactly top-notch, she can manage some simple dishes. As for herself, she'd never cooked before, but Chu Hanqi often taught her in the last world, and she'd occasionally try it, so her cooking skills were passable, albeit so-so.

Heat oil in a wok, add chopped chili peppers, ginger, and garlic and sauté until fragrant. Add chicken pieces and enough water to cover, then simmer for 10 minutes. Season with salt and light soy sauce, stir-fry until well combined…

Fortunately, Wen Mochen had already prepared most of the ingredients, including the chicken, which was cut and marinated. The time that everyone was delayed was used up to marinate the chicken.

As the spicy chicken was served, those who had previously distrusted her began to look at her with new respect. Even An Yang, who didn't get along with her, kept quiet.

After that, she made a stir-fried vegetable dish, Mapo tofu, crispy eggplant, and a braised pork dish.

These are some of the best-selling items during this period, and also some of the items that Wen Mochen makes most often.

"It's delicious!" Su Xiran gave Song Qingyin two thumbs up while still chewing her food. She was increasingly admiring Qingyin; compared to her, she seemed even more useless.

Suddenly, the food in my mouth didn't taste good anymore.

"Chef, how is it?" Song Qingyin smiled and untied the apron around her waist. But looking at the apron in her hand, she couldn't help but pause for a moment.

What a coincidence? The apron she casually picked up turned out to be Wen Mochen's. Although the production team had made identical aprons for everyone, each one had a name embroidered on it. She had been in the front room the whole time since arriving for the show, but hadn't actually used the apron.

Seeing that everyone's attention was focused on the chef, Song Qingyin breathed a slight sigh of relief, discreetly put her apron away, and then walked over to the chef, waiting for his comments.

"Hmm, it's really good." Li Siyuan picked up a little of each dish and put it in his bowl, savoring it carefully. "When making spicy chicken, you only need to stir-fry it over high heat until it changes color. You stir-fried it for a bit too long, and the meat is a little tough."

"When making braised pork..."

Li Siyuan carefully evaluated each dish, while Song Qingyin listened attentively, occasionally raising questions, almost as if they were having an academic discussion.

"...In conclusion, Xiaoyin is fully capable of becoming the new head chef." Finally, amidst everyone's anticipation, Li Siyuan summarized.

With the head chef issue resolved, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

What followed went almost flawlessly, with Su Xiran taking over Song Qingyin's original duties. During Song Qingyin's absence, Su Xiran performed admirably in the front hall.

After a while, everyone had developed a tacit understanding, and the evening business went surprisingly smoothly without any further unexpected problems.

"Phew, finally done." After finishing her staff meal and cleaning the kitchen, Su Xiran slumped into her chair without a care in the world. Next to her, Song Qingyin sat in the same position.

You could tell she was completely exhausted; she didn't want to talk or move at all.

"We're all packed up, let's go back now." Manager Huang turned off the kitchen light and called everyone to go home.

Song Qingyin and Su Xiran, supporting each other, returned to the apartment almost like lost souls. Song Qingyin was a little better off, but Su Xiran was so sleepy that she could barely keep her eyes open.