C7 Senior Please Teach Me!!

The sight of the restaurant owner personally delivering dishes was already a spectacle, but the Poached Cabbage was a dish that everyone in the establishment was well aware of. Suddenly, the whole place was abuzz with excitement.

"Wow, Poached Cabbage? I can't believe someone actually ordered it!"

"I've always assumed that dish was just for show. I'm shocked it's real!"

"Who has that kind of money to spend a middle-grade Spirit Stone on a single dish?!"

"Damn, I'm so envious! My apartment in the city is worth just one middle-grade Spirit Stone!"

The onlookers couldn't hide their envy, and some were curious about Shen Jun's identity. It was rare to see someone in Yunlan City spend so freely.

Unconcerned with the commotion, Shen Jun lifted the golden lid, and a rich spiritual aroma filled the air.

The golden pot was modest in size, no larger than a child's head. Inside, there was nothing but a clear, slightly milky soup with a few vibrant green cabbage leaves floating on top.

Shen Jun didn't rush to taste it; instead, he quietly assessed the dish in his mind.

On a scale of ten, for color, it scored a six—just barely passing.

For aroma, an eight—fairly average.

But the taste...

After a gentle sip, Shen Jun's brow furrowed in disappointment. The flavor didn't make the grade.

Shen Jun, a man with supreme culinary skills, hailed from a cultural powerhouse with a rich 5,000-year history of gastronomy. His standards for fine dining were far more exacting than those of any professional food critic.

This Poached Cabbage, priced at a whole middle-grade Spirit Stone, was a high-cost dish that failed to deliver. It was a sheer waste!

The Poached Cabbage he had once prepared for his disciples cost less than ten gold coins, yet in terms of color, aroma, and flavor, it was incomparable to this subpar version.

"Manager," Shen Jun set down his spoon and inquired, "Who made this soup?"

"You're kidding, right?" The manager replied with a practiced smile. "In Yunlan City, it's common knowledge that within a thousand miles, the only chef who can prepare this Poached Cabbage is ours."

"The big boss personally entrusted him with the creation of this dish."

"I see," Shen Jun nodded thoughtfully. "Summon the chef for me, I need to speak with him."

"Sir, are you... Is there something unsatisfactory about the dish?" the manager asked, clearly surprised.

"Enough talk," Shen Jun scowled. "Just bring him to me, quickly!"

After a brief hesitation, the manager scurried into the kitchen.

It was no common feat to order the boiled cabbage dish.

Soon after, a middle-aged man donning a white chef's hat approached.

Upon laying eyes on him, Shen Jun's eyebrows lifted in recognition.

This chef was no ordinary individual.

Despite his attempts to mask the spiritual force emanating from him, it didn't escape Shen Jun's perception.

The chef had to be at the late stages of the Meditation Stage, at the very least!

He might even be a Half Saint!

To be considered a local tyrant in Yunlan City with such prowess was unquestionably fitting.

And yet, such a formidable figure was working as a chef here?

Van Tong, oh Van Tong, you do things on a grand scale.

"Sir, is there something about the meal that you're not pleased with?" the chef asked, his expression somewhat troubled yet courteous.

"Can you get in touch with Van Tong?"

Shen Jun was direct and to the point with his inquiry.

"The big boss?" The chef's brow furrowed. Not many were familiar with that name.

Still, he responded with composure, "If you have any issues, please discuss them with me first. Here in Yunlan City, I hold some sway."

What a ludicrous thought!

Van Tong, the big boss, was a figure of immense stature.

A Great Sage, a genius who had ascended to sainthood through his culinary prowess!

Was he someone just anyone could meet?

"You?" Shen Jun chuckled with a hint of scorn and shook his head. "You're not qualified."

With those words, a hush fell over the entire restaurant, so profound you could hear a pin drop.

The manager, the server, and all the patrons were utterly dumbfounded.

In Yunlan City, who wasn't aware of the head chef's immeasurable strength?

Wasn't that the reason no one had ever dared to make trouble in this establishment for years?

Yet here was this young man, barely at the first level of the Supernatural Power Stage, brazenly confronting the head chef in public?

"You're not worthy?!"

From the top brass to the busboys, every member of the restaurant staff mentally applauded Shen Jun.

He was an absolute powerhouse!

They hoped the head chef wouldn't be too severe with him later on.

Sure enough, upon hearing those words, the head chef became so enraged that his veins bulged like cords. His fists were clenched as tight as punching bags.

But after shooting Shen Jun a glare, the infuriated chef managed to hold back his wrath. He simply left Shen Jun with a chilly remark:

"If there's nothing else, I'll take my leave now. Goodbye."

With that, the head chef turned on his heel and departed.

In Van Tong's establishments, there was a strict rule.

No matter the circumstances, no matter the issue, staff were never to confront the customers while inside the establishment—let alone engage in a physical altercation!

If you're cursed at, you listen.

If you're insulted, you endure.

If you're struck, you take it!

As long as your safety isn't threatened, you must hold your tongue!

Of course, that doesn't mean you always have to hold back. After all, this is a fantasy world.

Once you step outside the shop, you're free to seek vengeance as you see fit. If they curse you, you hit them. If they strike you, you disable their arms.

What's that? You can't beat them?

Call for backup from the shop!

Surely, a few dozen staff members can take on one troublemaker?!

The Godly Hoo Steakhouse had been in business for a full six decades without a single incident of troublemaking.

Today marked Shen Jun's unprecedented disruption.

The head chef hadn't even made it two steps away when Shen Jun's voice rang out once more.

"Who told you that boiling cabbage requires fresh spices? Don't you know that these spices must be stir-fried first to fully release their aroma?"

"And this broth, if I'm not mistaken, is made from the tails of snow wolves and the bones of mountain tigers, correct? While you've chosen the right ingredients, are you aware that wolf tails and tiger bones are completely incompatible? They must be balanced with fresh squab to achieve a broth that's crystal clear and bursting with flavor!"

Regarding the heat, the order in which the ingredients are added, and this cabbage?" Shen Jun scoffed. "Explaining it to you would be pointless; you wouldn't understand."

"Boiled cabbage, boiled cabbage, the broth must be as pristine as a mountain spring!"

"The broth has turned milky, and you still have the audacity to call it boiled cabbage?! Is this the kind of quality Van Tong produces?!"

Each word hit the ground with a resounding thud!

Every statement was grounded in logic!

By the time Shen Jun was halfway through his critique, the head chef was drenched in sweat and shaking all over.

While others may have been clueless about Shen Jun's words, the chef understood all too well.

The young man before him grasped the concept of boiled cabbage far better than he did—perhaps even surpassing the big boss himself!

With a thud, the head chef dropped to his knees before Shen Jun without a second thought.

"Master!" the head chef declared with unwavering conviction. "I implore you to teach me!"

"The true art of boiled cabbage!"