Sui Yongqing looked at Qin Zeyu, his tone softening as he offered a suggestion:
"Perhaps next time, you could try to restrain that 'exuberance' and allow the natural freshness of the ingredients more room to shine. Oil should be used to stimulate and accentuate the inherent flavor of the food; too much is just as detrimental as too little."
Qin Zeyu nodded awkwardly. "Yes, yes. Thank you for the guidance, Master Sui. I, I will be more careful next time." His voice was as quiet as a mosquito's hum.
Next up was Lu Jingchen’s steamed egg custard.
Lu Jingchen stepped forward carrying his creation, maintaining his usual cool, indifferent demeanor. His custard was served in an elegant, shallow white porcelain dish. The surface was as smooth as a mirror, without a single air bubble, and its tender, golden hue was so uniform and translucent it resembled a piece of fine yellow jade. It was garnished simply with a few drops of amber soy sauce and a small pinch of finely chopped, vibrant green scallions—simple yet elegant, exuding a restrained sophistication.
*Tsk, as expected of an award-winning actor; even making steamed eggs is so stylish. The presentation is genuinely impressive,* Ning Meng thought to herself, giving him a silent nod of approval.
Master Sui’s gaze fell upon the custard, a glimmer of light flashing in his eyes. He didn't pick up his chopsticks immediately but observed it carefully for several seconds before picking up the small porcelain spoon prepared nearby, gent…
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