Chapter 714 - 547: For This Level of Class, She Can Only Give 9 Points—Any More and Huang Jun Might Get Cocky

Chapter 714: Chapter 547: For This Level of Class, She Can Only Give 9 Points—Any More and Huang Jun Might Get Cocky

"Chef Huang can also make sugar figures?"

Jiang Shuihan and Lv Pengfei exchanged looks of amazement at Huang Jun’s diverse talents, but soon realized that since he could effortlessly paint on plates, creating sugar figures seemed quite reasonable. Therefore, the words "really?" that were about to escape their lips were swallowed back.

"Yes, more than just can, he has truly mastered it."

Aunt Li nodded with a smile, and once she started talking, she couldn’t stop: "Anchor Jiang, Anchor Lv, let me tell you, Chef Huang is incredible. When the school year began, the children were crying due to the unfamiliar environment. Chef Huang personally stepped in and made lots of beautiful sugar figures for them. The kids loved them so much they even forgot to cry."

Listening to everyone’s words, Huang Jun merely smiled lightly and waved it off, saying, "Those were just trivial little things from the past. My painting on plates was just for fun, really nothing special, not worth mentioning, truly not worth mentioning at all..."

"Chef Huang, being too modest is also a form of pride!" Qian Guoxiang joked with a smile.

Huang Jun: "..."

Oh!

These words have come back to haunt me!

It seems that Qian Guoxiang, this old jokester, holds grudges quite well. I used these very words to tease him before, and now he’s got me back.

"Alright, alright, I admit it, I am pretty amazing!"

Huang Jun said with a laugh, though he still felt a bit awkward inside.

Praising oneself, after all, takes some getting used to.

"That’s more like it! After all, your skills don’t allow for modesty..."

Qian Guoxiang smiled broadly, but his gaze couldn’t hide his envy.

Huang Jun’s talent is truly remarkable!

Whether cooking delicious food or painting on plates, he showcases extraordinary talent.

Looking at myself, although I’ve clawed my way to become a head chef through hard work over the decades, my cooking skills are still slightly inferior to Huang Jun’s, not to mention the unique skill of drawing with ingredients.

Ah, talent is something beyond one’s control.

After painting the necessary plates with barren branches, Huang Jun glanced into the pot, noting that the large intestines needed a few more minutes of simmering. He strolled over to the glass window of the workspace and gazed expectantly towards the dining area of the cafeteria through the transparent barrier.

At this moment, Qingqing and Weiwei had already returned the phone to Chu Qiweng.

Though the cartoons were tempting, they remembered their father’s reminder—to watch for only half an hour to protect their eyesight.

The little ones took out the picture books they brought along from their backpacks and lined them up, then nestled close to Chu Qiweng, heads together, immersed in the pages, like two serene blooming flowers radiating concentrated tranquility.

Meanwhile, the meat buns and pumpkin cakes somehow found their way under the dining table, now lazily curled up beneath as if on the verge of dreamland.

As Huang Jun’s gaze tenderly swept over this scene through the glass, Qingqing and Weiwei seemed to sense it, raising their heads in unison. Their clear eyes met his gaze in the air, dimples blooming on their cheeks, shining with a glow of happiness.

Huang Jun responded with a wink, conveying silent encouragement and warmth, then turned back contentedly to the stove.

The sauce in the pot had almost reduced to just a few drops, which had nearly turned into rich oil.

The large intestines had taken on an alluring reddish hue, tempting at a glance.

The aroma from the pot was overwhelmingly rich; just a sniff seemed to reveal the savory essence of the meat.

Notably, now only the pure scent of pork lingered, while the previously offending odor of pig intestines had vanished without a trace.

He held the pot, stirring the ingredients with a spatula, then sprinkled in the right amount of pepper, cinnamon, and amomum powder.

The addition of these spices not only provided the dish with the necessary heat and bitterness but also wove together the five flavors—sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, and salty—into an irresistibly complex gourmet dish.

After sprinkling the spices, he increased the heat and used his flipping skills to turn the large intestines in the pot, ensuring they were evenly heated and coated with the fragrance of the spices.

As the sauce gradually dried up, the dish became increasingly appetizing, nearing completion.

But before taking it off the stove...

One crucial seasoning is still needed to achieve perfection.

He scooped up some Sichuan pepper oil with a spoon, drizzled it uniformly into the pot, stirred it once more, then poured everything onto a tray he had already prepared.

Holding the chopsticks, he selected five segments of large intestines, vertically embedding them among the empty spaces between the branches painted on the plate, like naturally growing branches.

Viewed from above, the five segments of large intestine resembled a blooming red plum blossom, dazzling and vivid, adding a touch of elegance and poetry to the dish.

Following that, he carefully turned over the large intestines still skewered with toothpicks, adn carefully removed the toothpicks. Then, on another empty space between the branches, he once again outlined a plum blossom using five segments of large intestine. This second plum blossom quietly bloomed on the plate, echoing the first, complementing each other, breathtakingly beautiful.

By the time three plum blossoms had blossomed on the plate, the poetic sense was even more intense. The entire plate seemed less like a dish and more like an exquisite work of art, leaving one in awe.