Chapter 900 - Conquering You With Spiciness (2/2)

Yuan Zhou entered the website and replied with Saliva Chicken, Mapo Tofu, and Boiled Meat Slices.

All three of these dishes were known for being spicy, with Saliva Chicken and Boiled Meat Slices being the representative dishes of Chongqing School’s Sichuan Cuisine.

In Chongqing School’s Sichuan Cuisine, they aimed to reach the peak of flavor, and their dishes were all extremely spicy. They even had a saying that a dish should be wearing chilies like clothes.

Moreover, the Saliva Chicken derived its name from the fact that this dish was so spicy it would cause one to start salivating without control. One could imagine how spicy this dish was.

Yuan Zhou insisted on using the spiciest dish to conquer the judges. He also wanted to teach them that if one discarded the unique characteristics of something for the sake of appeasing the masses, it would not be long before they reach mediocrity.

After filling up the dishes, Yuan Zhou submitted it. Then, he spent 10 minutes reading before going to bed.

Yuan Zhou had a good night’s sleep. Although he slept one hour later than usual, he still woke up at the usual time. As usual, he started exercising and preparing for his daily business.

And with the arrival of a new day, Zhao Xin went to Shu Restaurant to work as usual.

When Cao Zhishu arrived, Zhao Xin went to Cao Zhishu’s office to report on what happened last night.

Thud. Thud. Zhao Xin knocked on the door.

“Come in.” Cao Zhishu was sitting in his chair while browsing the list of some ingredients.

“Head chef,” Zhao Xin was still scared of calling him master. After all, he had received a terrible scolding recently.

“How is it?” Cao Zhishu asked as he lifted his head.

Zhao Xin had his head lowered. He did not dare to look straight at Cao Zhishu. After all, he could see a deep disappointment on his master’s face as of late. Therefore, he did not dare to gaze upon his master.

“Talk with your head raised,” Cao Zhishu’s strict voice sounded.

“Yes, master,” Zhao Xin raised his head by reflex.

“Say it,” Cao Zhishu asked after nodding in satisfaction when he saw that Zhao Xin no longer appear as distressed.

“Master, I apologized to Head Chef Yuan and passed him your message last night,” Zhao Xin reported.

“Um. What did he say?” Cao Zhishu asked.

“Head Chef Yuan did not have a change in expression. He did not say anything as well,” Zhao Xin gave it a thought and answered.

“So he sent you away directly?” Cao Zhishu asked.

“Yes,” Zhao Xin nodded.

“Interesting. Looks like he understands the meaning of my gesture and he does not even need this message in the first place,” Cao Zhishu said as he rubbed his bald head.

“Master?” Zhao Xin was confused.

“This Head Chef Yuan will probably still make spicy dishes,” Cao Zhishu said confidently.

“Why?” Zhao Xin was completely confused.

Even he understood what the judges wanted. It was impossible for Yuan Zhou to not understand. Since he knew, why did he insist on doing that? Was he truly that confident in himself? Zhao Xin questioned himself.

“Let me check if he has already submitted his menu,” Cao Zhishu did not answer. Rather, he visited the competition website.

“So it’s Saliva Chicken, Boiled Meat Slices, and Mapo Tofu,” Cao Zhishu was finally sure that Yuan Zhou was going to make something spicy.

That wasn’t a hard guess. But in the past, when people tried cooking something spicy, they all ended up in defeat.

It wasn’t because their dishes weren’t good. But it was because their dishes weren’t suitable.

In short, it was similar to: You are very good, but I don’t love you. These dishes were able to touch the judges, but were still rejected eventually.