Chapter 127 - Chapter 127 - 127 My Rules (1/2)

Chapter 127 – 127 My Rules

Han Dongli was terrified. As a food critic, he had to ensure the purity of each food item.

To identify the ingredients used in the porridges, it was absolutely necessary to prevent the flavors from mixing.

But these delivery guys were different; they were naturally frugal, and the porridge was provided for free, so how could they waste disposable plastic bowls?

And every half bowl of porridge that Han Dongli scooped up, he only took one sip and then threw it into the trash can next to him. It was simply too wasteful.

“What are you doing? I am a famous foodie. I came here to judge what level this restaurant is…”

“Who do you think you are?” A delivery guy suddenly interrupted Han Dongli, “I’ve seen plenty of people like you, bloggers who explore restaurants, internet big Vs, who just deceive others for free food and drinks! And then you give yourself the title of a foodie, how shameless.”

In an instant, the delivery guys and customers in the shop gathered around.

If looks could kill, Han Dongli would have been dismembered by now.

Tong Ya saw what was happening and hurried over.

She obviously knew Han Dongli, and this old predecessor’s temper was quite explosive. If the taste produced by any shop didn’t suit his palate, he could even publicly criticize everyone involved with the shop, including the chefs.

Yet now, he had become the one being criticized and judged.

Tong Ya covered her lips and chuckled, then approached Han Dongli.

“Mr. Han, one of our principles here is not to waste food. Such behavior incurs a fine in our establishment,” she said.

Han Dongli was stunned, “Aren’t you from the Tong family…”

“This restaurant is opened by my husband, so I am now part of the Chen family,” Tong Ya interrupted, and then led him to the ordering area.

“I’ve heard about you from my grandfather since I was little, the Beidou of the culinary world! However, here, I hope you can put aside your set of rules and follow my husband’s,” she said, her tone cooling.

The domineering air of a conglomerate heiress in Tong Ya’s voice took Han Dongli by surprise.

Originally, Han Dongli had hoped to use his renown to intimidate here, but he faced obstacles at every turn.

Moreover, this place was connected to the Tong Group; he wouldn’t dare to act recklessly even if he had ten times the courage.

Swallowing instinctively, Han Dongli sullenly began to order food by scanning a code with his phone.

The dish he ordered was also extremely tricky: Pagoda-style braised pork.

This dish was a true test of a chef’s skill.

Firstly, the knife work: when cooking, the whole piece of meat must not be cut apart, and when the dish is served, the pork must remain intact to ensure it’s connected.

Secondly, the cooking: since the pork remains connected, it’s difficult to ensure even cooking throughout.

Therefore, to properly make this dish, a chef needs decades of experience and a solid foundation, something not simply achieved.

In fact, Han Dongli was just looking for a way to save face.

Since the restaurant was related to the Tong Group, he obviously couldn’t hastily give it a rating.

But Chen Yu looked to be under thirty; how could he possibly manage such a complex dish?

When the time came, Han Dongli could sneer and mock with insinuations, at least letting off some steam.

As he was scheming in his mind, Yang Shu placed an extremely delicate plate of Pagoda pork on the table.

Han Dongli couldn’t help but widen his eyes in disbelief; it had only been half an hour, and such a difficult dish had actually been made.

Full of doubt, he picked up his chopsticks and clamped the very top of the Pagoda pork, lifting it slowly.

To his amazement, the meat below was perfectly connected without a hint of separation.