In the hospital, Chef Fang hurried to the VIP ward with a wonton, and cautiously pushed open the door.

"Mu Lao, lunch is here." Chef Fang said playfully and respectfully.

Chef Fang set the table for Mu Lao, and then put the wontons on it.

"Xiao Fang, don't be in a hurry to go, sit down and talk." Mu Lao was in a bad mood and was ready to find someone to complain.

"Okay." Chef Fang sat upright on the chair on the side. Chef Fang is undoubtedly respectful to Mu Lao from the bottom of his heart, and he respects him more than any big man, because Mu Lao in front of him is a well-deserved veteran of the food industry.

"Mu Lao, you still say while eating, the meal should be eaten while it is hot." Chef Fang moved the wonton in the direction of Mu Lao, and said in a low voice.

Mu Lao nodded, picked up the spoon and stirred the soup, and sighed.

"Xiaofang, today's food industry is really weak in follow-up, there are not a few good seedlings, and there are too few talented people." Sorrow flashed in Mu Lao's eyes.

Now the real good seedlings, except for the little guy in the imperial capital, there is no one else to be found.

The future of the culinary world is worrying!

"This, there are actually still good seedlings, don't worry too much." Chef Fang paused and said, he didn't think there were no good seedlings, wasn't there one who was jealous of his talent right now?

"Ugh." Mu Lao shook his head, didn't speak, scooped up a wonton and put it in his mouth.

"Huh?" The taste in his mouth surprised him a little, and Mu Lao sent another one to his mouth with a hint of surprise, and sure enough, the taste was very different from before.

"Xiao Fang, my cooking skills have been on the rise recently, and I can go to the fifth level, even if it is the sixth level, you can also try it." Mu Lao nodded, and glanced at Chef Fang with appreciation, he can have a sixth-level level in less than forty, and he can be regarded as a talent.

Mu Lao, who was in a good mood, ate another wonton, the wonton skin did not soften because of too long, and still had a trace of tenacity, but I don't know why Xiao Fang put the wontons for so long?

Mu Lao shook his head, it still needs to be improved.

"Mu Lao, I didn't make this ravioli." Chef Fang was stunned, could he still not know his fourth-level level? Mu Lao actually thought that the wontons were made by him, and they were broken.

Chef Fang didn't think to admit anything, he directly said that it was not his work, and then, with a hint of embarrassment, explained to Mu Lao that he forgot to make lunch and took a wonton instead.

"You mean, this is a young man's meal for his hospitalized father? How old is that young man? Mu Lao pulled Xiao Fang's clothes and asked urgently.

He doesn't care about other people's food at all, what does he care about?

It's just a young man who cooks? What does this mean, talent!

These two words appeared in his heart, and Mu Lao's eyes suddenly turned green.

Seeing Mu Lao's eager appearance, Chef Fang expressed his jealousy, and sure enough, Lin Zhi's kid was a jealous bastard. It's obviously my idol, why did you go to you?

"yes, that kid has never learned cooking before, and he is at this level when he first got started." Chef Fang said sourly.

There is no way not to be jealous, I have practiced hard for more than ten years, and I have been surpassed by others.

That kind of pain is something that ordinary people can't understand.

Mu Lao was already completely shocked, what did he just hear? Someone who has never cooked before became a six-star chef as soon as he got started?

How can it be!

It's like a newborn child who actually dances ballet grade 10, would you believe it?

"Xiao Fang, you actually fooled me with a joke." The joy on Mu Lao's face retreated suddenly, and his face was full of displeasure at being tricked.

I used to think that you Xiaofang was a real person, but I didn't expect to lie.

You say that this is done by young people, I believe it, talent. You actually told me that it was done by someone who had never cooked, and that such a fanciful thing was not a joke?

The imperial capital has a ten-star star in his twenties, but he memorizes recipes at the age of three and holds a kitchen knife at the age of five, and his cooking skills have not been accumulated little by little.

Chef Fang was in a hurry, why didn't Mu Lao believe his words.

"What I said is true! I swear that if I deceive Mu Lao, I won't be able to reach level 5 in my cooking skills in my life! Chef Fang swore directly to Mu Lao.

"How is that possible? It's true?! Mu Lao is still skeptical, is there really such a person in this world?

"Really, that kid just won the top two places in the Belvedere Street Food Competition a few days ago, you go outside and ask, everyone knows." Chef Fang said something that everyone knew to prove the truth of what he said.

"You mean the kid from the food contest!" Thinking of the TV show he watched before, the kid who sold wontons, Mu Lao was shocked.

"yes, this wonton is made by that kid." Chef Fang spoke in a tone that you finally believed.

Mu Lao's eyes widened suddenly, he came back to his senses, got off the bed directly, pulled Fang Yuan and walked out, and he couldn't take care of eating. What you eat, what matters now is the person who cooks.

"Mu Lao, slow down, that kid may have left a long time ago and is no longer in the hospital." Chef Fang didn't pay attention, he was pulled away by Mu Lao all of a sudden, his arm was in Mu Lao's hand, he didn't dare to break free, he kept talking in the back.

"Gone? Let's go check it out. Mu Lao paused for a moment, then pulled him on.

If you can't see the kid, you can look at his father.

Fang Yuan was helpless, and took him to Lin Zongyuan's ward, where Lin Xia and the two girls were about to leave, and Lin Zongyuan was also ready to rest. Seeing Fang Yuan come in with an old man, several people felt strange.

"You're the kid's father?" Mu Lao couldn't wait to speak.

"You are?" Lin Zongyuan looked at Mu Lao suspiciously, then turned to Fang Yuan.

"Brother Lin, this is the predecessor of Mu Xing, and he is now the veteran of the food industry. Mu Lao, this is Lin Zhi's father, Lin Zongyuan. Chef Fang introduced the two to each other.

"You said that Mu Xing senior!" Hearing this name, Lin Zongyuan's sleepiness disappeared completely, who is Mu Xing? It's a chef who knows that food leaders who used to appear in food magazines often appeared.

If it weren't for the collapse of the bed, Lin Zongyuan would have remembered to shout excitedly.

Lin Xia and Tang Ling were also very curious, they hadn't heard of Mu Lao's name, but seeing Lin Zongyuan's gaffe, he must be a big man.

"Hmm." Mu Xing nodded reservedly, sat down on the chair handed over by Fang Yuan, straightened his stiff waist, and said to Lin Zongyuan in a gentle voice.

"I'm here just to ask, about your son Lin Zhi, haven't you taught him cooking before?"