I'm the Culinary God

Shen Jiayue took a few bites of roasted goose and ate some peanuts, then went to the kitchen to film the making of crispy peanut and red fermented tofu garlic-flavored peanut, further enriching the air fryer menu.

For the next two days, Lin Xu was busy with the roasted goose business.

Although he kept saying he’d start sending out wedding invitations, and Geng Lishan had even helped to write them, he just couldn’t find the time, driving Xie Baomin to call and ask:

"Junior, when are you sending out your wedding invitations? A lot of calligraphy enthusiasts are waiting to collect them. Mr. Lishan’s writing your invitations, that’s a privilege only you have nationwide."

Lin Xu replied:

"Wait two more days. The roasted goose is so popular now, I really can’t get away. If I knew it would be like this, I would’ve waited until after the New Year. It’s making the restaurant so tense."

"Well, hurry up. Many people are waiting to copy them."

"Okay, okay, no problem."

After hanging up the phone, Lin Xu continued instructing the high-priced recruited roast duck chefs to make roasted goose.

Originally, grooming Xu Xinhua was perfect, as he had a background in roast meat and was quite reliable.

But the marinade department was too busy, just the roast chicken and sweet-skin duck were enough to keep them occupied every day, so Lin Xu didn’t add more burden to this kitchen department’s chef-in-chief.

The reason for choosing roast duck chefs was because roasted goose and roast duck have similarities, making it easier to pick up the skill.

Moreover, serving roast duck in the future is a certainty, so letting the chefs practice with roasted goose now can also prevent their basic skills from deteriorating.

Exiting the kitchen, Shen Jiayue was listening sympathetically to Chen Yan’s complaints:

"These past two days nothing I do goes right. My car got scratched while parking, I hit only red lights while driving, I either got burnt or choked while drinking water, and once I even swallowed toothpaste while brushing my teeth... Yueyue, do you think I should go to Baiyun Temple to pray?"

Shen Jiayue was curious:

"Then why not pray to Dundun? My son is a little God of Wealth... by the way, did you do something against him? Otherwise, why are you having such bad luck?"

Since having Dundun at the restaurant, no one around has had bad luck.

And even if they did, it was usually because they provoked a certain chubby cat.

Chen Yan looked troubled:

"I wasn’t really bothering it, just got a dog-repelling spray from the police department to scare it a little, but I didn’t even spray it. I kept it in my bag mainly for self-defense..."

"You just exposed yourself, don’t you know cats are very sensitive to smell? That dog repellent spray must be full of strong irritants, very unfriendly to a cat’s sense of smell. I advise you not to mess with Dundun like that, or if it really gets mad, I, as the mother, will only side with my son."

Chen Yan opened her mouth:

"I just wanted to scare it, I wasn’t really going to spray."

"Then go explain to Dundun. From a mystical perspective, if you don’t settle this cause and effect soon, it might bring about even greater consequences."

Shen Baobao finished speaking in a mystical manner and then, with a showoff gesture, handed Chen Yan a peanut:

"Try my crispy peanuts, I’ve creatively added cumin in it, and it surprisingly gives off a roast meat flavor, so I call it roast meat-flavored crispy peanuts."

But Chen Yan wasn’t in the mood to eat peanuts. She grabbed her bag and went downstairs.

Just getting ready to explain to Dundun with a try-and-see attitude, she suddenly saw Zeng Xiaoqi stealthily at the front desk, whispering to Dundun.

As she whispered, she looked around sneakily, obviously hiding something.

Recalling how she once showed off her dog spray in front of Zeng Xiaoqi, an idea immediately popped into Chen Yan’s head.

Could it be that little Qiqi secretly tattled, making Dundun misunderstand?

You little sneaky Qiqi, secretly badmouthing me, looks like it’s time to assign you a high-end task like cleaning the toilets.

Seeing Zeng Xiaoqi speaking eagerly, Chen Yan couldn’t help but cough, startling Commissioner Zeng:

"Whoa, what are you doing, Yan Baobao? You scared me."

"That means you have a guilty conscience. I’ve heard if a snitch’s cup size shrinks; aren’t you worried?"

Zeng Xiaoqi’s expression paused, then she began avoiding the subject.

Dundun looked at Zeng Xiaoqi, then at his aunt, finding that women are full of conflict, competing over everything, isn’t it tiring?

It tapped Chen Yan’s arm and then drilled into the small room to sleep.

In the surveillance room, Shu Yun, who was munching on peanuts and watching the show, couldn’t help but chuckle:

"No wonder Supervisor Chen is having bad luck. Turns out Director Zeng ratted her out; I just wonder how it was done. I really want to know the answer."

Next to her, Dou Wenjing said:

"Hopefully it doesn’t affect Director Zeng’s love life... why hasn’t Qi Siming confessed to her yet? Now she’s resorting to superstition."

"Who knows, maybe he wants to give her a surprise."

At the Qi family home, Qi Siming carefully brought out a baking sheet from the oven, on which were figures of a man and a woman. The woman was sitting on the ground, being helped up by a helmeted man, and next to them lay a fallen motorcycle.

The figures and the motorcycle on the baking sheet were all crafted from dough. After designing the scene a few days ago, Qi Siming used his off-hours to recreate it in dough.

Initially, the dough was unevenly baked due to different sizes, but later after adjustment, the dough figures’ faces cracked after baking.

He improved as he worked, with both Master Qiu Zhenhua and his father Qi Zhentao offering useful advice.

Today, he finally completed this culinary masterpiece.

"Is it really done? Won’t it crack again?"

Yang Sihui leaned over, anxious to see the dough figures on the table, as if a delay would make the daughter-in-law-to-be run away.

Qi Zhentao walked over, scrutinized it, and nodded:

"This should work. The key is the surprising impact when it comes out of the oven. When do you plan to do it? Your second aunt and third aunt are both waiting for news."

Qi Siming smiled wryly:

"It was supposed to be my personal business, but you wanted the whole world to know... Tomorrow then, I’ve arranged with Boss Lin to shoot some food with him and have him assist with this."

"Okay, wishing my son success and a triumphant confession!"

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Yesterday I felt better, but today the cough has returned. It’s truly not wise to be overly optimistic. This Chapter is 5000 words. Starting the day after tomorrow, there will be double monthly tickets, so remember to hold off on voting until then!