I'm the Culinary God

This comment reminded Chen Yan of Dundun’s reaction when her brother-in-law recruited Shang Weixing last time.

The little guy also had a look of united anger then. Today’s capture went so smoothly, it’s hard to say if it’s unrelated to this little darling.

It’s a pity it can’t speak, otherwise, it would definitely be hung up and tortured to share some fortunes with me.

Not too much, just change the title of Chen Baiwan to Chen Baiyi.

Hmm, not asking for much.

Entering the Sixth Ring, Ren Jie asked:

"Where to now? Shopping or to the restaurant to eat?"

"Let’s go to attend Qi Siming’s apprenticeship banquet. It’s said that it will be lively today, and we can see what the scene of being expelled from a traditional industry looks like."

While the couple was chatting about this, the banquet hall of the restaurant holding the apprenticeship banquet was a different scene.

Lin Xu was munching on pumpkin seeds and saw the elder Meng walking step by step to He Jiajun, whispering something, then the old man tried hard to squeeze out a kind expression, greeting Qi Siming.

"Damn, it’s really disgusting, screwed people over like this and still acting as if nothing happened?"

"Exactly, shameless to this degree is rare."

Xie Baomin and Dai Jianli commented back and forth.

Although far away, they couldn’t hear what was being said, but it was nothing more than wanting to be Qi Zhentao’s master and restore his own reputation.

His son is already inside stepping on the sewing machine, still pondering fame and fortune here, isn’t it tiring?

Qi Siming ignored old Meng, got up and took the snacks to greet Zeng Xiaoqi.

Old Meng stood there alone, initially wanting to greet Qiu Yaozu beside him, but old Qiu directly turned around, giving him no chance to speak.

Lin Xu said with a smile:

"Uncle Qiu seems to be quite a character as well."

Xie Baomin laughed:

"When I first went to the Fishing Platform, he was the only chef who could compete with our master, always the first to practice basic skills, very strict with himself. Master said he lived too tiredly, always tense, never smiling, like a cooking machine."

Dai Jianli said:

"His name pressures him, too eager to bring glory to his ancestors, but times have changed, Huaiyang cuisine will never regain its past honor and status, unless the country closes off, returning to the Qing Dynasty."

At ten in the morning, the apprenticeship ceremony officially began.

Similar to the last ceremony of Cheng JianShe, this one also had a strong sense of ritual.

There were even more people observing than last time, almost all the masters who could spare the time came.

Everyone had already heard that He Jiajun would act as the senior brother this time, expelling Master Meng from the apprenticeship, so they all came to watch the show.

By the way, see what the process of expulsion from apprenticeship is like.

In recent years, this kind of thing has only happened in the crosstalk circle, not yet in the culinary circle, so today is also a chance to learn and gain experience.

The apprenticeship ceremony just ended, and everyone’s eyes shifted to He Jiajun.

Seeing this, He Jiajun did not refuse and went up to the stage.

First placed the photo and memorial tablet of Master An Hongzhi, then lit three incense sticks for a serious tribute, and then picked up the apprenticeship family tree, saying some rather stiff words.

Words like inheriting the master’s legacy and promoting the unique skills of the sect.

After saying these, he solemnly announced:

"Disciple Meng Dexing’s character is unworthy, officially expelled from the sect today..."

Just when he said this, Meng Dexing, who was originally sitting below the stage, suddenly stood up and shouted at He Jiajun:

"Senior brother, don’t be too absolute!"

He Jiajun said:

"You’re the one who walked it to the end!"

Meng Dexing heard this and shouted towards the entrance:

"Come in! Tell them who decides the sect!"

Whoa, is there still a backup plan?

The observing head chefs were all excited, thinking Meng Dexing was there to sell misery, but didn’t expect he still had a killer move.

The old man, though trembling, is quite capable of stirring things up.

Soon, several middle-aged men came in, looking somewhat similar to the photo on the altar.

Lin Xu was a bit surprised, did he find the direct descendants of An Hongzhi?

Meng Dexing said:

"Before his death, the master didn’t say who the sect should be handed to, who gave you the power to expel someone from the sect? Even expulsion from the sect should be done by the master’s descendants."

He Jiajun saw the situation and understood most of it.

Probably Junior Brother Meng paid money to let some of An Family descendants come and cause trouble.

He didn’t expect that the sect he always maintained was like this, suddenly felt a bit tired, thinking life is but a brief hundred years, what’s the point of all this?

Thinking of this, he didn’t defend, didn’t say anything more, instead, he bowed towards the master’s memorial tablet and announced again:

"From today onwards, my apprenticeship relationship with Master An Hongzhi ends here."

If you all dislike the things I value so much, why should I continue to persist?

This action shocked everyone present; even Qiu Yaozu, who had always been meditating, couldn’t help but open his eyes, his expression slightly surprised, didn’t expect this honest elder to be so decisive.

After He Jiajun finished speaking, several of his junior brothers also went onto the stage, bowing to the memorial tablet and announcing their withdrawal from the sect.

You like it, so you can have it.

After they went up, Qi Zhentao also went up, announcing his withdrawal from the sect for the second time.

Last time during old Cheng’s apprenticeship, he announced once, though stopped, leaving a deep impression, didn’t expect today to announce again.

Meng Dexing and several descendants of An Hongzhi opened their mouths, feeling like a punch on cotton.

The only good news is that he doesn’t need to withdraw from the sect, and might even become the sole successor of the entire sect.

But old Meng couldn’t be happy at all.

He originally just wanted to maintain his position in the sect.

Now it’s all good, he’s become a lone commander.

Old Meng just prepared to persuade He Jiajun when Qiu Yaozu suddenly said:

"When my father was alive, he aspired to accept a hundred disciples, but until his passing, he never achieved this goal... Master He, can you help my father fulfill this wish?"

The bystanders were stunned.

This move of accepting disciples for the father is truly brilliant, not only giving He Jiajun enough face but also completely cutting off his possibility of returning to the sect.

In earlier years, An Hongzhi was indeed a notable master in the circle.

But compared with the Qiu Family, the gap is not just small.

Originally everyone got along peacefully, but An Hongzhi’s descendants turned out to be so out of tune, aiding evil, this is simply helping to build a ladder.

He Jiajun opened his mouth, knowing Qiu Yaozu had goodwill in helping him out:

"Won’t my crude skills tarnish the reputation of elder Qiu?"

Qiu Yaozu waved his hand:

"Brother He, don’t underestimate yourself, your culinary skills have always been top-notch in the circle, and besides, my father never judged disciples on talent, but on character, Brother He’s character is naturally impeccable."

With someone praising him like this, He Jiajun naturally felt moved.

He didn’t expect to join a culinary elite family just after leaving the sect, truly a blessing.

But he still didn’t agree, instead pointing to the brothers and nephews who left the sect with him and asked:

"Can they also join the Qiu Family?"

"Certainly, we welcome them with open arms!"

Seeing this, Lin Xu was ready to make some comments, but suddenly a system notification sound rang in his mind...

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Yesterday before bed, my temperature was 37.7, took KwaiKr, didn’t feel it worked much, this morning switched to Ibuprofen which I’ve been reluctant to use, worked instantly, sweating like crazy, until now, two autumn trousers and two sweaters are soaked, fever really is dreadful, hope everyone stays well. This Chapter is 5550 words, remember to save your monthly tickets for double voting at the end of the month!