"Sigh..."

Mr. Qi sat in his car and adjusted the seat to a half-reclined position.

Patting his bulging belly, he was both amused and exasperated.

How long had it been since he last enjoyed a meal so thoroughly?

To be honest, that young man’s Wuxi Pork Ribs seemed even more delicious than his own...

Thinking of this, Mr. Qi couldn’t help but scratch his head.

It didn’t make sense!

He was a seasoned chef who had been immersed in Xibang Cuisine for twenty years. He often made Wuxi Pork Ribs for himself, and there wasn’t a secret he didn’t know about the dish.

Yet, that kid’s version was more aromatic than his!

Could it be because of the ingredients?

As a veteran chef, he could taste whether any tricks or enhancements were added, and this dish was remarkably clean.

But this very fact puzzled him even more.

Why?!

Just because you’re taller and more handsome than me, your Wuxi Pork Ribs can taste better than mine?

This was neither scientific nor mystical!

Mr. Qi was still trying to figure out what was missing until he fell asleep in the car.

It was like the answer was hiding in plain sight; he considered all possibilities but never thought the step could be not blanching the ribs.

Since he started learning to cook, it was out of the question not to blanch meat or ribs before cooking! Not blanching meant the blood scum wouldn’t be cleaned, leading to a strong odor, ruining the whole dish, a deeply ingrained logic etched into his bones.

In contrast, Wang Fan didn’t have such ingrained logic.

When he learned something new, he could quickly integrate it into his culinary system. This meant his cooking skills seemed to continually progress, seemingly endless, unfazed by any system-level limitations, something he himself hadn’t noticed.

After selling everything out, Wang Fan became thoughtful when he saw Gang was still there.

While packing up, he approached Gang and said, "Brother Gang, do you have any connections with fruit buyers?"

Enjoying his post-meal reflective moment, Gang was a bit puzzled hearing this, "Wang, why do you need a fruit buyer?"

Wang Fan explained, "A lot of the ingredients I use here are provided by elderly folks from a nearby village. I buy whatever I can use from them; the quality is good and fresh, but an elder told me they have a large kiwi farm that’s about to drop fruit but haven’t found any buyers. They asked if I could help.

We’re talking about tens of kilos or hundreds of kilos; I could manage that. But ten thousand kilos is beyond my capability. Those villagers rely on their fields and mountains for their livelihood throughout the year, so I thought if I can help, I should."

Hearing this, Gang pondered, sifting through his contacts to see if he knew anyone in that line of work.

Wang Fan then took out two peeled kiwis and handed them to Gang and Hua, "These were left by Grandpa Zhao for me to taste; you both should try them too."

Gang and Hua accepted the kiwis, their peeled appearance like large, emerald gems exuding a tempting glow.

The juicy flesh dripped with juice, making them carefully handle it for fear that a slight squeeze would cause the juice to overflow.

Upon tasting, the fresh, natural sweetness lacked any artificial flavor.

A gentle bite and the kiwi flesh dispersed in the mouth, with its abundant sweet juice flowing freely.

A hint of tartness followed, stimulating the taste buds and leaving both feeling refreshed. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

Gang praised, "This is really good. I think it tastes better than those 7 or 8 yuan per kilo ones I bought before."

Hua added, "I think it’s better than the ones in Shanghai that cost over ten yuan a kilo."

Wang Fan nodded, "I also think it tastes indeed good, but the price negotiations with nearby fruit merchants have gone nowhere, and as a result, the fruits are still hanging on the trees."

Gang thought for a moment then smiled, "I do know a few friends in the fruit business, I’ll ask them later, getting rid of thousands of kilos shouldn’t be an issue."

Due to his early leave hobby series, he had made many friends across various fields, many of whom were generous in helping solve problems.

If the product is truly good, it should sell without worry, and it doesn’t necessarily mean a loss in this kind of business.

After all, more people nowadays pay attention to eco-friendliness, and by live-streaming the harvest, many would be happy to buy such products.

Listening to Gang express this, Wang Fan was delighted, "Then I’ll thank Brother Gang in advance for the villagers."

Gang shook his head, "No thanks needed, we’re just putting our available resources to good use. Doing good deeds strengthens my muscles."

He then showed off his massive biceps.

Wang Fan also had a good muscular form, but he was indeed no match for these two muscle giants; nonetheless, it didn’t prevent the three from being good friends.

When leaving, Gang cheerfully invited, "I’m heading back today, drop by Tide Academy when you have time, and help improve our students’ meals."

Wang Fan replied, "No problem, I’ll definitely contact you when I go to Changsha. Then I’ll also go train at your place for a few days."

Gang laughed heartily, "Wang, you’ve got quite a solid frame among regular folks, just lack a bit of training marks."

Wang Fan looked at the training marks on Gang and Hua, imagining putting his head on their bodies...

Ugh, it’s a bit akin to a horror movie!

Fit in clothes, muscular without, is our goal, no need to go so far like you two.

...

"Can’t find any faults, truly can’t, I even feel he does it better than me; how am I supposed to critique that?"

Mr. Qi, holding the phone, said helplessly, "If not, let the chairman tell them, they are constantly trying to make money, showing off their best skills, but after so many years of daily scolding, they don’t feel embarrassed! I blush for them.

Alright, leave it at that. I’m getting ready to head back, let the chairman know that I had a meal prepared by Wang Fan, and not only is the taste authentic, it’s genuinely superb, showcasing great style. He’s promoting our cuisine outside, which is a good thing, but now I worry we can’t handle the influx of attention!

I truly don’t understand how this young man possesses such skills at a young age; if he were my apprentice, I’d die content."