A master pastry chef like this is willing to teach me his skills. If I still hesitate, that would truly be incredibly foolish!

To put it bluntly, even if I never get the chance to learn Jiang Yu's stir-frying skills, learning Ma Guoqiang's pastry skills would already be a huge gain.

Even if I don't plan to stay at the Seventh Dining Hall, with these skills, I could open a bun shop or noodle store and easily make a living!

Feng Leqing kept mulling things over in his head, thinking about the future after he learned the skills, when he saw Jiang Yu nod and say to him:

"Alright, from now on, follow Uncle Ma and work hard. Put your heart into it, and don't disappoint Uncle Ma."

"Mm-hmm, don't worry, boss. I will definitely work hard and with care."

Feng Leqing snapped back to reality, nodded vigorously, and then turned to bow deeply to Ma Guoqiang, saying seriously,

"Uncle Ma, thank you for giving me this opportunity to learn. If I don't do well, don't hesitate to scold or even hit me. I promise not to complain."

"That's enough, Xiaofeng, we're colleagues, no need for such formalities."

Ma Guoqiang was a bit taken aback by these words, then waved his hand and said with a smile,

"As long as you put your heart into your work, I'll definitely teach you what I can. As for whether you can learn it, that depends on your own abilities."

Even though he said this, Ma Guoqiang felt quite pleased inside.

This kid has some perception; to learn skills, you need to keep a low profile. Otherwise, why would anyone teach you their livelihood skills?

Of course, like he said earlier, he'll definitely be taught, but what and how much depends on Feng Leqing's performance.

...

After arranging the people Ma Guoqiang needed, Jiang Yu didn't meddle further. He brewed a cup of tea and wandered out of the kitchen, planning to rest in the "abandoned" private room on the first floor.

He had been up since early morning. As soon as he got downstairs, Pan Jingchen had called him over, and he had been running around busily ever since, without a moment's rest.

Today was supposed to be a day off, but who would've thought it would be more tiring than a workday?

Jiang Yu felt a mix of tears and laughter, sighed inwardly, and pushed open the door to the private room.

As soon as he opened the door, he was stunned.

Goodness, earlier he had been wondering why he hadn't seen Lao Jia in the kitchen, thinking he had gone out to bask in the sun. He didn't expect he had already come to rest in the private room!

"Hey, Xiaojiang, didn't Xiaowu say you went out? How come you're back?"

Lao Jia, who hadn't fallen asleep but was just resting with his eyes closed on the sofa, was startled awake by the sound of the door opening.

"Um, a friend had a problem this morning, so I paid a visit."

Jiang Yu nodded, closed the door, and sat down on the opposite sofa, exhaling deeply as he said,

"I've been running around all day; I'm exhausted."

Lao Jia asked with concern, "Is your friend alright now?"

"Everything's fine now."

Jiang Yu smiled at him and suddenly remembered something, saying to Lao Jia,

"Oh, by the way, Lao Jia, someone from the Huaxia Cooking Association's Famous Chef Committee called me yesterday afternoon. They really intend to invite me to participate in some performance event."

"I've told you before, did you think I was bluffing?"

Lao Jia pursed his lips, saying,

"Events like these typically invite well-known chefs. How else can they attract an audience? And it's not just one person participating in the culinary performance."

"So, don't overthink it. The Committee never organizes events just for one person. In our Great Huaxia, we're short of many things, but never chefs!"

"I'm not that arrogant, thinking the Committee would host an event just for me."

Hearing Lao Jia's words, Jiang Yu couldn't help but laugh and tentatively said,

"But from what you're saying, since they're inviting several chefs for the culinary performance, my attendance or absence doesn't matter much, right?"

"To the Committee, it doesn't matter because if you don't go, someone else will. Many people want to participate but can't, as it's a great opportunity to show off their skills; they might even become famous!"

Lao Jia glanced scornfully at Jiang Yu, his tone a bit harsh, "So, does that mean you're not planning to go?"

"I'm going, going! Why wouldn't I? Didn't you say it's a great opportunity to showcase my skills, maybe even get famous?"

Seeing his demeanor, Jiang Yu didn't dare tease him further, but he quickly adopted a troubled expression and hesitantly said,

"But Lao Jia, I want to go, not caring much about the fame, thinking of it as a trip to Tanzhou. The problem is, I have no idea how to perform culinary skills!"

"What's so hard about a culinary performance?"

Realizing Jiang Yu was worried about this, Lao Jia's expression eased considerably. He waved it off dismissively, saying,

"Honestly, I don't think much of it, especially those acts like cutting vegetables while walking on broken glass or making noodles on stilts. What's the point in the kitchen for those?"

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