Chapter 212 - It Stinks too Much
It was uncommon for him to encounter someone Wang Guohui referred to as an old pervert.
The question arose: who could this person be?
Noticing Su Ming's confused look, Wang Guohui quickly offered clarification.
“Wang Guohui pointed out, “Perhaps Mr. Su isn't aware.”
“In Eastsea, there's a renowned culinary expert who also oversees the region's food and beverage sector.”
“This individual embarked on culinary explorations from a young age, sampling global delicacies and resurrecting numerous ancient recipes that had vanished over time.”
“Any significant restaurant in Eastsea would invariably extend an invitation to this venerable chef to critique their dishes.”
“Initially, his reviews were highly regarded. However, his taste preferences have recently become erratic, alongside a noticeable decline in his taste perception and an increasingly odd disposition.”
“Considering his lifetime of experiencing exquisite flavors, only to face a deterioration in his taste senses, it's somewhat relatable.”
“This situation understandably disheartened him.”
Su Ming, upon hearing Wang Guohui's explanation, acknowledged it with a nod.
This shed light on why Old Yang had opted for such peculiarly scented dishes.
Feeling resigned, he expressed, “I'm left with no alternatives.”
Upon hearing the discussion, Old Yang let out a sigh of resignation.
“Old Wang, I've always honored my commitments,” he stated firmly.
“He had previously agreed to sell me his local eateries.”
“Now, at an advanced age with my offspring independently established, I'm drawn back to my roots without concerns for their well-being.”
“Yet, this morning, he informed me of his plans to dine at my place tonight.”
Following this revelation, Old Yang could only shake his head in dismay.
“He's planning a visit to your home for dinner?”
Wang Guohui, upon hearing this, displayed visible frustration and concern, continuously sighing and shaking his head: “This situation spells trouble for us.”
“Is it merely about hosting him for a meal?”
This inquiry piqued Su Ming's interest.
“Mr. Su, this issue is far from straightforward.”
“Our agreement hinges on his dining experience; his approval means a sealed deal, but his disapproval signifies its failure.”
Wang Guohui felt compelled to elaborate further.
This explanation led to Su Ming's slight furrowing of his brow.
The occurrence was beyond his expectations.
The elder seemed quite peculiar.
Yet, upon reflection, it appeared to be a natural development.
Losing his taste suddenly was a significant shift for someone with extensive experience in the culinary sector.
Thus, a change in his demeanor was understandable.
Under normal circumstances, he would not be concerned if it didn’t involve Su Ming.
But in this case, it affected his own interests.
Clearly, Old Yang was still interested in offering him the property in the downtown area.
Subsequently, he went back to his place of origin.
Su Ming, on his part, was keen on purchasing the property.
His aim was to broaden his estate.
The crux of the matter rested on this enigmatic elderly chef.
Such a scenario might pose a challenge for someone else.
Fortunately, it was Su Ming who encountered it.
Should Old Yang have reservations about selling the property for different reasons, it could complicate matters.
The transaction depended on mutual consent.
Compelling someone was out of the question.
However, it serendipitously involved him.
Within the collection of remedies he had acquired was one capable of addressing this specific condition.
Additionally, his repertoire included an array of exquisite dishes.
Without going into further details, the mere mention of Guineafowl and Fruit Pig was bound to astonish.
With a heavy sigh and a shake of his head, Old Yang declared his intention to discontinue the conversation and return to his experimental work, acknowledging the slim chances yet feeling compelled to persevere.
“Old Yang, is it possible to consider using some ordinary ingredients? The odor of this dish is quite overpowering.”
Wang Guohui discreetly retreated a further step.
Subsequently, he proceeded to open the window.
“It's not that I'm fed up with you.”
The smell was overwhelmingly bad!
Were you to stand in the middle of the street, it would ensure the street's emptiness.
Indeed, when a person emanating such a foul odor walked down the street, they found themselves shunned by all.
“Wang, it sounds like you think there's a simple solution. So, what's your suggestion?”
Old Yang fixed his gaze upon him, expectantly.
“I've tasted every flavor there is—sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, salty.”
“None of them elicit any response from me.”
“Thus, I'm left with no alternative but to settle for this particular flavor.”
“That's stinky food,” declared Wang Yao, remarking on its formidable potency.
Stinky food, as Wang Yao pointed out, possesses a significant level of potency.
Su Ming blinked, his nose twitching at the scent.
He then retreated a couple of steps to stand next to Wang Guohui, drawing in the fresh air from the window.
Despite being a newly occupied room and Yang carrying nothing on his person, the stench clinging to him was unbearable.
“Allow me to take charge of preparing tonight's meal.”
After a moment's thought, Su Ming expressed his confidence in persuading him but requested the prior removal of the odorous items.
Their stench was simply intolerable.
The foul odor drove everyone away from this level.
“Please, Mr. Su, this is no time for humor.”
However, Yang remained skeptical of Su Ming's assertions.
He couldn't afford to let go of the chance that presented itself tonight; it was crucial for him.
The elder had mentioned that the odor didn't matter as long as his expectations were met.
“Listen, Old Yang, Mr. Su is serious in his dealings. He always fulfills his promises.”
Wang Guohui had unwavering trust in Su Ming, never questioning his integrity.
He would take Su Ming's word for it, even if he were to predict the apocalypse for tomorrow.
For Wang Guohui, Su Ming was a guiding beacon in his life's journey.
His reverence for Su Ming matched that of President Chen.
“Is that so?”
Old Yang showed skepticism with a puzzled frown.
“Are you sure about the events of tonight?”
“Not at all.”
“Do you believe your strategy will succeed?”
“It's uncertain.”
Wang Guohui pressed on: “Do you wish to return to your native place?”
“Absolutely!”
“Then cease your doubts. Trust in Mr. Su; he is invariably correct.”
“Do you expect me to trust him?”
This matter was far from a mere jest.
Dealing with that elderly individual proved to be quite challenging.
What other reason could there be for him to be labeled as such a troublesome figure?
After pondering briefly, Su Ming suggested, “Let's organize those items first. I'll prepare some food for you to try. If you believe there's potential, we can keep attempting. If not, you'll have to decide on your own.”
Upon hearing this proposal, Old Yang thought it was a logical approach.
Truthfully, he was somewhat skeptical about the success of this endeavor. However, given that Su Ming offered assistance in an acceptable manner, he saw no reason to decline.
“Understood.”
With a nod, Old Yang expressed his agreement.
“Time to discard those containers!”
Wang Guohui exclaimed with emphasis.
“Understood!”
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