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Reynolds was proficient in Chinese, and particularly authentic at that; his words immediately bridged the gap between him and everyone else.

Moreover, with Chen Yu there, the crowd quickly livened up.

Just then, Reynolds suddenly spat out a mouthful of food he had taken a bite of.

"What's going on? Did you guys change your chef? Why is this spicy chicken so disgusting?"

A waiter hurried over, apologizing profusely.

Reynolds's face was a picture of gloom, "Every time I come to the East, I order from your place, and I'm even your top-tier VIP. Is this how you treat me?"

The waiter looked new and didn't know what to do, just kept apologizing over and over, making Reynolds somewhat impatient.

Li Kaiquan stood up as well, "I also think today's dish is a bit off, it seems different from the previous chef's cooking."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a middle-aged man with a stylish appearance strutted out with a trace of arrogance.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is our new signature dish. The taste is naturally different from before! Moreover, the previous chef had been fired for some minor mistakes. The new chef is a world-class top chef, and the food he cooks is much tastier than before."

Everyone paused, their gazes collectively shifting to the middle-aged man.

The man's pupils dilated suddenly; he hadn't expected to meet so many big shots from the capital's circles that day.

The arrogance he had just displayed diminished somewhat.

"Oh my, we truly did not expect such distinguished guests to visit our establishment today. It's our fault for not entertaining you properly, but there shouldn't be any problem with the taste!"

Chen Yu also tried a bite of the spicy chicken at that moment.

He deduced that the chef who made this dish must be a novice, lacking even the most fundamental skills.

Reynolds was even more enraged, "How can there be no problem? Even I, a foreigner, find it disgusting!"

The middle-aged man straightened his tie, "Sir, you must be misunderstanding Chinese cuisine. Our dishes here are the best in the country..."

"Not necessarily!" Jin Lingsu cut him off bluntly. "The best chef in the country is sitting right here, and you dare say your food is the best in the country! That's overestimating your abilities."

A flicker of disdain crossed the middle-aged man's eyes, "Madam, are you referring to yourself?"

Jin Lingsu set her chopsticks aside and patted Chen Yu on the shoulder.

"This gentleman has participated in world-class cooking competitions and has genuinely been crowned a 'Culinary God'!"

The middle-aged man immediately fixed his gaze on Chen Yu, gave him a once-over, and approached with a conceited air.

"A world-class Culinary God, that must mean you have a background in Western cuisine. I already said, our food here is Chinese cuisine, it's different from Western."

Chen Yu sighed softly and slowly stood up.

"These two elderly gentlemen have traveled thousands of miles from the West to taste authentic Chinese cuisine, and yet your chef has been so neglectful, simply tossing a few dishes together!"

Chen Yu spoke indifferently and rolled up his sleeves, heading straight to the kitchen.

The middle-aged man became anxious, "What are you doing? The kitchen is off-limits to outsiders!"

Chen Yu didn't care at all, darted into the kitchen with a swift move, but what he saw made him frown.

Several aging chefs were leisurely sitting by, sipping tea; a couple of kids around a dozen years old were lingering by the stove, and the rest were playing games on their phones on the side.

How could such a kitchen possibly produce good food?

Chen Yu cleared his throat twice and then walked straight to the counter.

The chefs who had been drinking tea suddenly stood up.

"Who is this? How dare you casually enter our kitchen? Someone, come here, and throw him out quickly!"

But Chen Yu didn't care about that, he just picked up a kitchen knife from the stove and took several peeled potatoes.

In the blink of an eye, the potatoes were completely disassembled, becoming as thin as hair.

The knife skills instantly shocked all the chefs in the kitchen, especially the older ones who were dumbfounded.

Knife skills are different from other cooking techniques. To cook a dish, one only needs to control the heat and remember the order and amount of ingredients.

But knife skills are foundational skills that accompany a chef for a lifetime.

For an average chef to reach the level of knife skills that Chen Yu displayed, it would take fifty years of practice.

Yet Chen Yu appeared to be not even thirty years old. To achieve such knife skills at his age could truly be considered nothing less than genius.

Before they could even react, Chen Yu had already stir-fried the potato shreds in the wok, flipping and frying them. It took less than two minutes for him to serve the dish.

The rich aroma instantly spread throughout the kitchen, surprising everyone present.

Reynolds couldn't wait to step forward and picked up a few potato shreds to taste.

The crisp and mellow flavor conquered his taste buds in an instant.

"This is so delicious, these extremely thin potato shreds haven't scorched at all, maintaining the original flavor of the potatoes while also evenly coating each strand with seasoning."

This assessment raised Chen Yu to a certain height, and others also crowded forward to try the potato shreds for themselves.

"Good knife skills!"

A deep voice suddenly rang out from the corner of the kitchen, and an old man with a somewhat portly figure came over slowly, holding a cup of tea.

"I have never seen someone your age achieve so much. Really remarkable, but casually barging into my kitchen, that's a challenge to me."

Chen Yu couldn't help but frown, he somewhat recognized this elderly man, who almost dominated the headlines of major media a decade ago.

His culinary skills were ranked among the top five in the world, especially his knife work, which was legendary.

His signature dish was Phoenix-tail Leeks!

The leeks were already fine enough, but he could carve them, and the whole process took less than a minute.

"Excuse me, sir, might you be Mr. Wen Zaichang?"
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Chen Yu was very respectful as he apologized, showing his respect for a senior figure in the culinary world.

However, Wen Zaichang was extremely arrogant. He put his teacup aside and casually picked up a kitchen knife while also tearing off a cabbage leaf.

As the kitchen knife swiftly rotated, the cabbage leaf quickly turned into strips, and in less than two minutes, what had looked like an overwhelmingly large leaf of cabbage was carved into a phoenix tail shape, neatly arranged on a plate.

"Your knife skills are decent, and your cooking is quite good, but alas, you are still too young! Come back here and be brazen when you've reached my level!"