Gourmet: Twins' Father and Chef of the Kindergarten

"A special place? Where is it?" Zhao Weiguang perked up as soon as he heard, his curiosity thoroughly piqued.

Yu Daqing scratched his head, trying hard to search for fragments of memory in his mind: "I don’t remember it too well, it seems like some... some kindergarten. Yes, it’s a kindergarten, I forgot the exact name! I remember there was a ’mi’ character, at the time I didn’t pay much attention, thinking it was some senior chef, but it turned out to be such a young man."

Zhao Weiguang couldn’t help but curl his lips into a mocking smile: "Kindergarten? Isn’t that just a playground for kids? What kind of master chef could there be? They must be some kind of amateurs or using old-fashioned methods!"

"Hey, you can’t say that."

Yu Daqing gently patted Zhao Weiguang’s shoulder, his eyes sparkling with anticipation: "Let’s wait and see him show his skills. I want to see what unique skill this young Chef Huang has, that makes both Chef Wu and Mr. Yang value him so highly."

As the two were engrossed in conversation, they were suddenly interrupted by Chef Wu’s hearty voice: "Chef Zhao, Chef Yu, what are you two talking about so intently? Come over quickly, let me introduce you to our main chef today..."

"Alright..."

The two exchanged a look of helplessness, then went up together.

Chef Wu introduced with a smile: "Chef Huang, this is Chef Zhao, and this is Chef Yu, both are trusted assistants invited by Mr. Yang specifically, to help you out later. Please take care of them."

Huang Jun keenly noticed the slightly unhappy looks on the two chefs’ faces, instantly understanding the situation.

They looked down on him!

So he did not rashly extend his hand for a handshake, instead, he politely nodded to them.

"I heard you’re a head chef at a kindergarten, may I know which kindergarten that is?" Zhao Weiguang couldn’t resist his curiosity and asked.

Huang Jun calmly replied, "Dorami Kindergarten."

Zhao Weiguang thought for a moment, then smiled: "The name of this kindergarten sounds a bit unfamiliar!"

At this moment, Chef Wu timely chimed in, smiling broadly: "Don’t underestimate Chef Huang, his cooking skills are quite remarkable. I remember last time when making twice-cooked pork, following Chef Huang’s secret tip by adding a bit of thirteen spices, the taste was absolutely amazing, fragrant and memorable."

Yang Deyi also nodded repeatedly in agreement: "That’s right, not only does Chef Huang excel in cooking dishes, but his pastry making is also exceptional, truly an all-round talent."

As he spoke, a trace of admiration flashed in his eyes, continually praising Huang Jun’s talent, while also reminiscing fondly about the delicious food Huang Jun had made.

Thinking about how they would soon get to taste it, his heart inevitably surged with anticipation, hoping to taste it soon.

Witnessing the continuous praise for Huang Jun from the two, although Zhao Weiguang and Yu Daqing inwardly wondered if it was somewhat flattery, considering the status and reputation of Yang Deyi and Chef Wu, they chose to respond with smiles rather than judging harshly.

"Uncle Yang, Chef Wu, you flatter me too much!"

Huang Jun smiled humbly: "It’s getting late, we should hurry and start working."

"Chef Huang, go about your work, I’ll just step out and not disturb. If there’s anything you need or any issue arises, feel free to instruct Old Wu to handle it." Yang Deyi patted Huang Jun’s shoulder.

"Alright, Uncle Yang."

Huang Jun nodded in agreement, then suddenly remembered something: "Oh, Uncle Yang, I almost forgot, I specially made some Victory Cake, was planning to let you have a taste as soon as I came in, but I ended up forgetting."

As he spoke, he carefully took out a large box of pastries from his backpack, handing it over with both hands.

Yang Deyi received the box of pastries filled with goodwill with both hands, the intricate patterns on the lid were elegantly presented, quaint yet graceful.

Gently lifting the lid...

A sweet pastry aroma leisurely rose, lingering at his nostrils.

Making him feel joyful!

Inside the box, the Victory Cakes were arranged in an orderly fashion, resembling exquisite works of art.

Each piece displayed a pinkish rose hue, with a beautiful shape, emitting an enticing sheen.

Gazing at these splendid Victory Cakes, inhaling the simple and pure fragrance of flour mingled with the rich and fragrant aroma of rose jam, Yang Deyi couldn’t help but swallow slightly, his throat subtly moving.

His eyes sparkling with appreciation and emotion, he said to Huang Jun, "These Victory Cakes are truly visually, aromatically, and tastily impressive, with such a good meaning, Chef Huang, you’re so thoughtful."

"Uncle Yang, as long as you’re satisfied."

Huang Jun responded with a smile.

"Wow, these Victory Cakes are really beautifully made, soft and smooth, neither too loose nor too firm, plump and compact, with a hint of sweet glutinous rice and bean paste aroma, they must taste amazing..."

Already enticed by the aroma, Chef Wu immediately came over, and upon lowering his gaze at these exquisite Victory Cakes, his eyes lit up at once.

Rubbing his hands together, a bit embarrassed yet full of anticipation, he asked, "Um... Mr. Yang, could I also have a taste of these Victory Cakes?"

Yang Deyi: "..."

How did he never realize that Old Wu was such a foodie?

Though he felt a bit reluctant, given that Chef Wu had already asked, if he didn’t share, it would seem too stingy, so he reluctantly nodded: "Alright, since you want to try so much, let’s share it among everyone."

As soon as the words were out, Chef Wu naturally pinched a piece of Victory Cake, then impatiently took a big bite.