I'm the Culinary God

Chapter 1167: Chapter 471: Seeking Finesse Is Fine, but Texture Is the Soul of Sesame Paste!

Lin Xu came upstairs, and the employees were still having breakfast.

This morning, they were eating the Spicy Soup made by Ma Zhiqiang, the fried dough sticks and vegetable dumplings, and sugar cakes fried by Qi Siliang. Everyone was very happy because it gave many people a feeling of having breakfast outside.

"Boss, would you like some Spicy Soup?"

Ma Zhiqiang and Niu Chuan came out of the kitchen with bowls and proactively asked upon seeing Lin Xu.

Lin Xu smiled and said:

"I just had a bowl of black rice porridge at home... Hey, these sugar cakes are fried nicely."

He picked up a golden-brown sugar cake from a tray filled with fried items, took a bite, and the crispy crust made him feel very comfortable inside.

The brown sugar filling was sweet and fragrant, with a gritty texture.

Clearly, cooked flour was added to the brown sugar filling, giving it this gritty feeling when eaten.

"Master Qi’s fried items are really exceptional, whether meat or pastry, they are perfectly fried, and he has a great grasp of the heat. Truly a genius."

Niu Chuan took a sip of the Spicy Soup in his bowl, and while praising Qi Siliang, suddenly realized he himself was a genius too.

When he first came to Lin Ji, he could only do some assistant work, unable to be the head chef. Later, he learned to make handmade noodles from the boss, and finally found his place in the kitchen.

Speaking of genius, switching from being a pastry chef for over ten years to a master of pastries is true genius, isn’t it?

Lin Xu smiled and said:

"Since he’s talented, he shouldn’t be an assistant to Zhuang Yizhou anymore. Isn’t there a step in the kitchen for coarse processing of meat with oil? Let Qi Siliang take charge of that."

Lin Xu stuffed the remaining sugar cake into his mouth and took a turn in the kitchen.

Then he took out his phone and sent a message to Grandpa Sun:

"Grandpa Sun, have you had breakfast yet?"

Soon, Old Sun replied with a message:

"Last night, I was both mending a fish net and chatting with your aunt about past events, busy until over twelve, and just got up, planning to quickly whip up something."

Seeing this message, Lin Xu immediately said:

"Don’t make do, there’s plenty of breakfast in the shop, I’ll bring some to you and discuss something with you."

Seeing the message, Old Sun said to the aunt in the kitchen who was about to make breakfast:

"No need to fuss, Xiao Lin wants to bring breakfast to us. Lin Ji’s breakfast is much better than what we make ourselves."

Aunt Sun said:

"Then why bother bringing it, why not just go there and eat?"

"Xiao Lin probably wants to discuss something that’s not convenient in the shop, so he’s bringing breakfast over."

Upon hearing this, Aunt Sun began tidying up the living room.

She said to Old Sun:

"Although Xiao Lin has found his footing in Beijing, after all, he’s from out of town. If he needs help, within principle boundaries, we should lend a hand; we can’t just eat and drink for free."

Old Sun laughed:

"Don’t worry, I understand, plus with the Fishing Platform and Yanjing Hotel backing him up, even if his father-in-law is just a merchant with little foundation, the Han Family has connections and pathways, they may not value my little connections."

Old Sun, having climbed and crawled in the police circle all his life, knows what’s happening behind the scenes.

Although Lin Ji is famous now, it hasn’t reached the point of attracting too much attention, there’s no need to worry for this kid.

"Even so, we must care a bit, make sure no one bullies him at our door."

"Rest assured, nothing like that will happen."

As the couple were talking, there was a knock on the door outside.

Old Sun hurried to open the door and saw Lin Xu carrying several packed lunch boxes.

"The shop made Spicy Soup, fried dough sticks, vegetable dumplings, and sugar cakes today, and brought some steamed snacks for you and Aunt, all from the pastry team experimenting on their own."

"Oh, thanks a lot."

Coming inside, after greeting Aunt Sun, Lin Xu unpacked the meals.

Old Sun took a sip of the Spicy Soup:

"Wow, this pepper tastes just right, I’ve been craving this these days, didn’t expect you to bring it... we’re not outsiders, if there’s something you need my help with, just tell me."

Lin Xu smiled:

"You’re making it feel like I’m going out of my way for no reason."

Old Sun took a bite of a dough stick:

"We’re among ourselves, so I won’t beat around the bush."

"It’s like this, Grandpa Sun, I’ve applied for a Fishing Association for Yingchun Street, hoping you’d be the president because I can’t spare the time, and my qualifications are too shallow, not enough."

Yingchun Street Fishing Association?

Old Sun thought Lin Xu was going to ask him to take care of some documents, didn’t expect it to be about fishing.

As an avid angler, this is an undeniable responsibility.

He smiled and said:

"Alright, I’m free anyway, but in terms of qualifications, yours aren’t bad, catching a twenty-pound big fish isn’t something average anglers do."

Once fishing was mentioned, Old Sun had lots to say.

He still remembered that day at the Ginkgo Garden when Lin Xu easily caught an almost twenty-pound big carps.

If it were him, he’d need to carry it along Yingchun Street a couple times to find home.

Anglers are generally peaceful and unconcerned, but once they catch fish, it’s a different matter.

Lin Xu didn’t expect Old Sun to agree so quickly, saving him from having to use gestures he prepared on the way.

After finishing the meal with the couple, he called Dou Wenjing, and the group drove to the street office to follow the process for application registration.