"If you win first place in the exchange competition, then even if you win, I won't be obsessed with you! We can also not let the recipes go!

But if you lose, in addition to giving me the recipe unconditionally, you have to add one more item." Xue Lei said.

"What?" Wen Tongming's eyes froze and he said.

"You are not allowed to become a chef for life! You cannot engage in catering work!" Xue Lei said sinisterly.

Wen Tongming's face changed wildly, and this was almost a bet with his dreams and future.

"What a boy? Do you dare to gamble?" Xue Lei said. There is a reason for how he makes it. After all, those recipes were improved and created by Wen Jinping. If his descendants were also chefs, they would still have an impact on him.

But if we take this opportunity to let Wen Tongming, the only chef in the Wen family, withdraw from this industry, then they are the only ones!

Even if the recipe is leaked afterwards, they have an argument.

And for them, this bet is actually very likely to win! What kind of guy is Wen Tongming? He has heard of it, and he also wants to win the first place?

Even if he has the strength to win the first place, he still has a way to prevent him from getting the first place!

In this way, he can obtain the recipe without any effort and drive Wen Tongming out of the chef world. How could he not have thought of a thing that can kill two birds with one stone?

Wen Tongming thought a lot, and finally gritted his teeth and said, "Okay! I promise you!"

"Haha, you have courage!" Xue Lei laughed loudly!

"Then let's sign a written document?" Wen Tongming asked.

"Okay, just sign a written document! Writing it in black and white can be considered a certificate!" Xue Lei said.

...

"Is this the reason?" Jiang Yang asked after listening to Wen Tongming's statement.

"Well, if I lose, I will never be a chef anymore. And... I have to send my grandfather's lifelong efforts!" Wen Tongming said in a depressed mood.

"I have eaten the dishes you cook. You are a very good chef. You must have confidence in yourself!" Jiang Yang encouraged.

"Confidence... I originally had confidence, but after I really came into contact, I realized how arrogant I was! I thought I could compete with a first-class chef, and even if I was not as good as... I was not far from it, but I realized today that I was far from it!" Wen Tongming said.

"Are you just a first-class chef? Just don't be timid!" Jiang Yang said.

Wen Tongming glanced at Jiang Yang. He didn't know if it was Jiang Yang's ignorance or if he really didn't take the first-class chef seriously! Perhaps, he didn't know the weight represented by the first-class chef.

"I suddenly became interested. Why would we compete for the first place together?" Jiang Yang said.

Wen Tongming looked at Jiang Yang when he heard this. He didn't understand what Jiang Yang meant very well.

"Maybe I can help you!" Jiang Yang said confidently.

"Help? How to help?" Wen Tongming said in confusion.

"If I were a first-class chef, could I help you?" Jiang Yang said.

"What! First-class chef! You!" Wen Tongming said in surprise.

"Yes." Jiang Yang said.

Wen Tongming suddenly thought of something and said dejectedly: "So what about a first-class chef? You can't ask for foreign aid."

"As the saying goes, one or three cobblers are better than Zhuge Liang. There are more ways for two people than one person!" Jiang Yang said.

"That's right, but..." Wen Tongming hesitated.

"But what? Could it be that you really have to let your grandfather's hard work be taken away by others? You have nothing to lose now, right?" Jiang Yang interrupted Wen Tongming and said.

Wen Tongming fell silent after being told by Jiang Yang... As Jiang Yang said, he had nothing to lose, so... it would be better to bet once!

"Okay!" Wen Tongming said.

Jiang Yang smiled...

...

In the kitchen of Wen Tongming’s shop, Jiang Yang and Wen Tongming were standing here.

"Do you have any ideas tomorrow?" Jiang Yang asked.

"No, my mind is in chaos now, and my best food is not as good as others." Wen Tongming said.

"It's okay, let's take it slowly, and there is still one day for us to think about it." Jiang Yang said.

"Yes." Wen Tongming nodded. He knew he couldn't hurry, but he had no choice but to worry.

Suddenly, Jiang Yang said: "Have you ever thought about using the old man's recipe?"

"I used it, all the dishes I know how to cook were taught by my grandfather." Wen Tongming said.

"This is the case first. Just thinking it doesn't work here. If you make a few dishes first, you might have inspiration or something." Jiang Yang said.

"Yes." Wen Tongming nodded and started cooking.

Jiang Yang could see that Wen Tongming had a solid foundation, which required long-term practice to reach this level.

Wen Tongming made Mao Xuewang, and he couldn't find any problems with the treatment of ingredients and the mastery of heat, and was not much worse than Jiang Yang.

Finally, he put it on the pan and Jiang Yang picked up the chopsticks and tasted it.

This dish is not bad, but it is not good either! The taste is average, there is no outstanding feature, and there is no obvious deficiencies. If you sell it out, it will be just an ordinary meal of hairy blood.

Jiangyang had eaten Mao Xuewang from a roadside stall before. The feeling was very novel. It seemed to taste similar to what Wen Tongming made, but that roadside stall was just a little delicious.

Shaking his head, Jiang Yang put down his chopsticks. A dish of this level alone would definitely not be able to surpass a first-class chef!

A trace of disappointment flashed in Wen Tongming's eyes. Sure enough...is it still not possible?

"Don't be discouraged! Come and continue!" Jiang Yang encouraged.

Wen Tongming nodded and started cooking the second dish again. This is a pickled pepper chicken mixed with chicken, a stir-fry dish, and the requirements for the heat are very high.

Wen Tongming is very skilled in moving, rolling the pot, putting seasonings, and lifting the pot, as if he has practiced it many times.

Soon, Jiang Yang shook his head. This dish was good in all aspects. Just like Mao Xuewang just now, he always felt that something was missing.

Wen Tongming whispered: "Is it true? It seems that he is destined to hand over the recipe."

"What are you saying! How can you admit defeat at the last moment? Be cheer up, you haven't lost yet. If you admit defeat now, then you really lose!" Jiang Yang shouted.

Wen Tongming was shocked, his eyes became firm, and he said, "Yes, I haven't lost yet! If I just give up like this, then what qualifications do I have to become a chef!"

After saying that, Wen Tongming started cooking the third dish again.

...

"no!"

Wen Tongming poured out the dishes and continued to cook!

...

"No!" Jiang Yang shook his head and said.

Wen Tongming gritted his teeth and continued to cook.

...

"It's still not possible!" Jiang Yang sighed,

Wen Tongming sat on the ground in disappointment. He had already cooked all the dishes he knew, but there was no dish possible! He tried his best!

Jiang Yang rubbed his chin and kept thinking. Wen Tongming made nothing wrong. Every dish was seasoned on the heat, but it didn't feel that it was so delicious.

What's the problem...?

"Can I take a look at the recipe?" Jiang Yang said.

Wen Tongming was silent for a while and said, "Yes, my grandfather never stings with his recipes. But Xue Lei and the others were too much and wanted to own the recipes alone and did not allow my grandfather to teach them. This is why my grandfather was unwilling to give them the recipes.

I probably can't win the bet now, so I'll show it to you."

As he said that, Wen Tongming took out the recipe from a corner.

This is a thread-bound book, and it looks very simple on the outside. If the paper is not very new, Jiang Yang would have thought it was an ancient book.

When I opened the recipe, I found that it was filled with comments on some cooking steps and some texts such as seasoning ratio. Jiang Yang looked carefully and found that these words were actually handwritten!
Chapter completed!