I'm the Culinary God

"What’s going on? Is there any objection from above?"

Ye Lixin frowned slightly. He had promised Lin Xu before, and since Lin Xu had solved the major issue in the kitchen, it was reasonable to give him a residency quota.

If the leadership’s intervention prevents the application from succeeding this time, then I’ll quit.

Leaving the system to start a business, even if it’s tough, at least I’ll gain some peace and freedom!

He took a deep breath and was just about to ask if some leader was trying to arrange for a relative from out of town to settle in Beijing and take Lin Xu’s spot, when the voice of the HR manager sounded on the phone:

"It’s not that there’s any objection from above, it’s that the system simply won’t submit... It keeps showing a ’please do not submit again’ system prompt. I checked several times, and we haven’t submitted anything before."

Duplicate submission?

What’s going on?

Ye Lixin scratched his head, and a thought popped into his mind.

Could it be that another department also submitted Lin Xu’s residency application?

"Don’t submit it yet, let me first ask around what’s going on."

After hanging up the phone, he directly dialed Liao Jinming’s number:

"Old Liao, didn’t you say the Fishing Platform’s residency quotas were all used up? How was it submitted again? We can’t even get into the system for review on our side because of this."

Liao Jinming was full of surprise:

"We didn’t submit anything, we’ve been busy with the year-end summary recently and have no time to fiddle with these things. Plus, the quotas were used up at the beginning of the year, so even if we submitted, it wouldn’t count..."

Both of them were somewhat puzzled, unsure of what was happening.

Liao Jinming said:

"Hold on a moment; I’ll have someone check it out to see which department submitted Lin Xu’s information."

He did an investigation after hanging up, and found out that Lin Xu’s residency spot hadn’t only been submitted, it had even entered the second review stage.

And the submitting department wasn’t unfamiliar:

The Chinese Cooking Association.

This... was this submitted by the master chef?

Liao Jinming frowned slightly:

"When was it submitted?"

"In September..."

He mentioned it to Ye Lixin, and both were somewhat surprised. The Chinese Cooking Association had submitted Lin Xu’s residency application in September, much earlier than everyone had expected.

To clarify the situation, Liao Jinming specially called Xie Baomin and explained everything in detail.

Xie Baomin said with a sudden realization:

"Since it was submitted by the Chinese Cooking Association, it must have been handled by my master when Lin Ji opened for business in Beijing. If I had known about this situation, I wouldn’t have let my junior get involved with the Yanjing Restaurant..."

Liao Jinming gave a dry cough:

"Let’s not say things that might affect unity. After all, we’re in the same boat as the Yanjing Restaurant; we’re practically family."

Now that the two sides are so close, how can you say things like that?

Old Xie needs to improve his awareness.

Xie Baomin said:

"In September, my junior’s resume wasn’t particularly impressive; you guys should add some more details. Anyway, wielding your pens is your strong suit."

Liao Jinming agreed with a word and hung up the phone.

Then he told Ye Lixin, and both parties submitted some supplementary materials.

If there are no surprises, Lin Xu’s ID card and household registration book will soon be changed to a Beijing residency record.

Lin Xu, who was still blissfully unaware of this matter, was currently boiling water, planning to cook some handmade thin noodles.

Next to him, Shen Jiayue was like a little mouse, crunching on the slightly cooler crispy pork on the tray.

While eating, she didn’t forget to take a small video and share the temptation in the group:

"How does this crispy sound? Nice, right? If it sounds nice, then it’s delicious. If you don’t believe me, I’ll show you another one."

Chen Yan, who was discussing engagement details with her parents at Ren Jie’s house, felt a twinge of envy.

This brat always knows how to tempt us while we’re all busy.

What’s so great about having a man who can cook?

My man is a shooting champion in the police system, am I proud of that?

But this crispy pork looks so tempting; I’d love to try it. If I had known, I would have let my parents come, and I would’ve stayed at the store to eat the delicious food...

While the water in the pot was still not boiling, Lin Xu took out two large bowls, and placed a tablespoon of light soy sauce, a teaspoon of salt, a teaspoon of chicken powder, a teaspoon of Sichuan peppercorns, a tablespoon of chili oil, a tablespoon of chopped scallions, and a tablespoon of garlic paste in each bowl.

"Wow, that’s a lot of chili oil. Is this crispy pork noodles, Xu Bao?"

"This should count as crispy pork mixed noodles. Mixing the crispy pork into the noodles is very tasty."

Lin Xu mixed the seasonings at the bottom of the two bowls, and Ma Zhiqiang came in with a small bowl:

"The roasted chili is ready, boss. Give it a taste; it’s absolutely aromatic."

If you’re going to eat Guizhou-style food, you can’t do without roasted chili.

The local roasted chili involves roasting dried chili in plant ash, then crushing it in a stone mortar, but since there’s no firewood or plant ash in the shop, he had Ma Zhiqiang use an iron plate near the roast duck oven to roast some dried chili.

These chilies included lantern peppers, erjingtiao peppers, and chilis.

The combination of the three kinds of chilies ensures both fragrance and spiciness, and mixing them into the noodles is bound to captivate anyone.

After Ma Zhiqiang left, the water in the pot was boiling.

Lin Xu scattered the noodles in and started to cook them.

Cooking noodles requires a wide pot and a high flame. When you place the noodles into the pot, they need to be able to spread out evenly, and the flame on the stove should allow the noodles to cook quickly, making the resulting noodles delicious.

On the contrary, if you cook noodles with a small pot and a low flame, the noodles will likely turn out overcooked and mushy, losing any chewy and smooth texture.

The water in the pot boiled again, and after a slight boil, Lin Xu scooped a large bowl of cold water into it.