I'm the Culinary God

Zeng Xiaoqi gazed at the snacks on the table with astonishment.

The fallen motorcycle, the knight reaching out his hand, and herself awkwardly landing on the ground, all vividly replicated, even down to the exact attire she was wearing at the time.

This is incredibly detailed!

How much effort must it take to achieve such lifelike precision?

Not far away, Shen Jiayue, Chen Yan, and Dou Wenjing, who had come to join the lively scene, looked on with excitement, cheering for their good friend:

"Say yes! Say yes!"

"Wow, this is incredibly sweet, isn’t it?"

"Last night, Lin Xu said today’s filming was going to be spectacular. I thought it was about food, haha. Xiaoqi, wishing you both happiness!"

Seeing Zeng Xiaoqi in a daze, Xiao Wei and Sui took the lead and called out to her:

"Say yes! Say yes! Say yes!"

Several photographers, while teasing, adeptly controlled their cameras, capturing continuous shots.

Photographing food is their job, but capturing gossip like this demands every bit of skill they’ve ever learned.

Deeply moved, Zeng Xiaoqi felt overwhelmed. It wasn’t just about receiving a long-awaited confession; most importantly, Qi Siming had flawlessly recreated the scene from that moment.

Such heartfelt effort is touching enough.

She remembered how, during her freshman year, she pulled a suitcase behind her and squeezed onto a train to this unfamiliar big city to study, then after graduation, joined Yanjing TV Station somewhat dazedly.

She has been in Beijing for more than seven years, both studying and working.

In these seven years, Qi Siming was the first person to care about her so attentively, recreating her clothes, hairstyle, even the patterns on her boots, all from memory.

This gave Zeng Xiaoqi a warm feeling in her heart.

In a city so unfamiliar, having someone treat her like this—what more could she wish for?

She turned to glance at Chen Yan and the others, seeing everyone blessing her, then turned back to Qi Siming and said:

"I accept!"

Another round of cheers erupted around her, and Xiao Wei even pulled out two pre-prepared confetti cannons, spraying the ceiling from left to right, filling the entire room with confetti.

Everyone loves a storyline where lovers unite, never tiring of watching it.

Chen Yan, being the big boss, swiftly gestured to Weiwei:

"Later, give every employee a 500-yuan red envelope. My sister is now paired off, so let’s celebrate with red envelopes!"

"Okay, Chen, I’ll handle it right away."

Qiu Zhenhua, looking at the colorful paper flying around the room, quickly closed his teacup and capped various seasonings, muttering as he busily worked:

"You young folks... spraying this stuff indoors, aren’t you worried you’ll bring down the ceiling?"

Lin Xu chuckled:

"It’s lively, with the New Year coming, everyone’s feeling joyous."

After the initial emotional surge, Zeng Xiaoqi was the first to react. She addressed Xiao Wei:

"It’s work time. Let’s clean this up quickly; the place is full of kitchenware. What if there’s a fire?"

Having said that, she carefully blew away the confetti from the snacks and covered them, treating them like treasures.

Soon, the entire film crew began cleaning. As excited as they were while spraying confetti cannons, now they were that awkward in tidying up.

Next door, as Lin Xu entered, Shen Jiayue immediately draped her arms over his neck and asked:

"Tell me, did you know about this beforehand?"

"Qi Siming just called to ask for cover; he was going to confess, but everything else I was unaware of; I didn’t even know he recreated the accident scene."

Shen Jiayue huffed slightly, saying:

"Anyway, you kept it from me too, and I’m not happy."

"This way, there’s more participation. If you knew beforehand, there wouldn’t have been much surprise now, only cooperative acting throughout."

Shen Jiayue remembered the scenes she had envisioned earlier in the morning; this annoying guy had deliberately led her to absurd guesses, never mentioning the confession. If there weren’t so many people here, she’d want to bite him on the neck, letting him taste the prowess of this vampire!

Chen Yan, as the big boss, also felt she’d been tricked:

"This Qi Siming suddenly didn’t report to me in advance. Next month’s salary will be docked completely."

Zeng Xiaoqi, who was sipping water nearby, immediately replied:

"Don’t you dare!"

"Oh, oh, aren’t you protective now?"

"Of course, I’ve never bullied your Officer Ren, yet you dare bully my pastry chef; I naturally must protect him."

The two began bantering back and forth.

Shen Jiayue, momentarily focusing away from the drama, looked at Lin Xu and asked:

"Then what about the Mi Sandao and Yangjiao Mi I mentioned last night, aren’t they being made?"

"We’ll make them. Once everything is tidied, I’ll make it for you. Honestly, it’s been ages since I’ve had those snacks, especially Yangjiao Mi. I remember at my grandma’s, I’d deliberately pick the heavy ones, as the heavier they were, the more sugar inside."

Yangjiao Mi is a traditional Chinese dessert, where the dough is fried into two pointed crescent shapes, coated with cooked glutinous rice flour. They’re dry and fragrant, yet when bitten into, they’re full of sticky syrup.

As a child, I always thought factory workers used syringes to inject the syrup bit by bit, even flipping them over looking for needle holes.

Not until I later learned the method for Yangjiao Mi did I realize it relied on air-expansion-contraction principles, having syrup seep into the horns naturally.

Despite being physics knowledge from junior high, Lin Xu never grasped this detail.

It’s hard not to marvel at the wisdom of predecessors, not only conceiving such ideas but also applying them to cuisine – truly remarkable.

Once the filming site was tidied, Qi Siming brought over the pre-baked New Year’s Reunion Flower Cakes, which required refilming due to not utilizing yeast, but today mainly served as a cover, not planned for actual production.

He looked at Lin Xu and asked:

"Now recording might be tight, got any good suggestions, Master Lin?"

Lin Xu replied:

"Today is sweet and cheerful, perfect for something sweet... Let’s team up to make Yangjiao Mi. I’ll handle the dough, and you manage the syrup."

Qi Siming responded:

"Wow, childhood memories; alright, let’s make Yangjiao Mi!"

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