Ryutai Shitsui immediately picked up chopsticks and tore off a bit of fish meat from the fish head that was still a little left, and put it in his mouth.

When he first started eating, his face was full of unwillingness and disdain.

In his opinion, how could a genius chef like himself who cultivated two major schools of double cultivation lose to a commoner? It's a ridiculous joke!

However, as he savored it, his expression froze.

In terms of taste and texture alone, Yotsui Ryutai asked himself how much his cooking was not lost to Qian Chen, and everyone used fantasy ingredients, and there was no difference between superior and inferior ingredients.

However, some details slowly widened the gap between the two sides.

The original method of chopping the fish head with pepper was: steaming!

But Qian Chen chose to wrap it in crispy fried powder: fried!

This thick layer of dough not only maximizes the freshness of the fish, but also imparts a crispy texture, making the whole dish more colorful and layered.

The chopped pepper sauce is also carefully blended, the spicy chopped pepper, the sour and spicy wild pepper, under the harmony of spices, a perfect unity has been achieved, and under the background of chopped pepper and wild pepper, the taste of fish head meat has been pushed to a higher level.

Every little detail of this dish reflects the chef's care and love for cooking.

This love is even deeply transmitted to the hearts of every diner who tastes this dish.

Suddenly, Yotsui Ryutai seemed to have the scene of his first cooking in front of his eyes.

At that time, under the guidance of his mother, he completed his first cooking, a chazuke.

Although it seems now that I was so simple and naïve at that time.

But at that time, there were no impurities in the young Yotsui Ryutai's heart, and there was only the purest love for cooking.

As he grew older, his cuisine became less pure.

In order to win the favor of Grandpa Long Chef.

In order to show off his culinary talent in front of his parents and relatives.

In order to show off in front of everyone and steal the limelight.

His cuisine is dyed with more and more utilitarian colors.

He got almost everything that a youth of his age could have.

The youngest Japanese chef in Japan's history.

The head of the four major families, the inheritance of the position of the head of the Shijing Foundation.

Money, fame, and beauty are even more readily available to him.

But what he has lost is the purest and most precious original intention of cooking as a chef.

Ryutai Shitsui couldn't help but feel his eyes sour.

He struggled to raise his head and look up at Tokyo's giant opal-colored dome, listening to the cheers coming from all directions.

Unfortunately, none of these cheers were called by his name.

Smack!

The chopsticks in his hand slipped limply.

"I see, is this the view that only losers can see."

Shijing Ryutai laughed, but the smile was more ugly than crying...

Qian Chen was blocked by a large group of reporters, and after symbolically answering a few questions, he had to rely on the strong physical fitness of the special chef to squeeze through the encirclement of hundreds of people and escape.

However, Japanese journalists are not vegetarians, although they are not as good as their Hong Kong counterparts, but they are dedicated.

So Qian Chen ran in front alone, and a group of reporters waved their arms like zombies out of the cage, while chasing wildly.

At this moment, an extended version of the Rolls-Royce, moving parallel to the running Qian Chen, the window was rolled down, and a voice came.

"Come up."

Qian Chen glanced back, and the reporters, who were still chasing after more than 100 meters, had to open the car door and get in.

"We meet again, young man."

A middle-aged man dressed decently and full of British gentlemanly temperament sat in the back seat and smiled at Qian Chen.

Qian Chen's eyes showed a hint of surprise, and he quickly returned to normal, neither humble nor arrogant.

"Hello, Mr. Clovis."

The person who helped Qian Chen get out of the predicament was the head of the IGO Japan branch, Clovis? Heyeswood.

Thirty minutes later, Rolls-Royce drove to the door of Qian Chen's house, and Qian Chen got out of the car.

At this point, the windows were rolled down again, Clovis said.

"Boy, think about it. Japan is no longer the right place for you to continue to develop. Although you defeated Yotsui Ryutai through a regular halberd, will the big men of the Yotsui family let you go?

With your smart brain, you must know that this halberd is just the beginning. Defeating Yotsui Ryutai will not cause any damage to the behemoth of the Yotsui Foundation, except for angering the Yotsui Foundation.

In the future, you will face a century-old family led by Dragon Kitchen, a super wealthy family that controls the lifeblood of Japan's economy.

With your current strength, you simply don't have enough to stir up trouble in Japan, so leaving here and heading to the wider skies is the best option for you. ”

Qian Chen actually agreed with Clovis in his heart, after all, this time the other party had already started to attack his sister, this time he just made his sister lose her school and job, and it was hard to guarantee that she would not cause any harm to herself next time.

But Clovis's overseeing gesture made him a little uncomfortable.

"In that case, why can't I choose to return to my home country?"

Clovis laughed.

"No one can stop you from returning to your home country.

However, doesn't your Celestial Empire have such a word called 'returning home'? ”

Qian Chen nodded slightly.

"So can the word be understood the other way around, 'if you don't wear clothes, you won't return home'?"

Qian Chen's face couldn't help but stiffen.

"Young man, you are a proud person in your bones. I look forward to you making the right choice, See you again. ”

With a smile on his face, Clovis rolled up the window.

He knew that Qian Chen was a smart person, and some things didn't need to be said too clearly.

Looking at the Rolls-Royce in the distance, Qian Chen fell into deep thought.

Although Clovis's posture as if everything was in his hands was uncomfortable, he had to admit that what he said made some sense, and he knew Qian Chen very well.

"What is a proud person in his bones, and he says it so elegantly, doesn't it mean that I have an iron head."

Qian Chen smiled self-deprecatingly.

But I have to say that Qian Chen was moved.

Japan can't stay for the time being.

But Qian Chen was also unwilling to choose to return to the Celestial Empire. Now go back and make him feel like a loser, and he will flee back to his home country to seek refuge in embarrassment.

The Celestial Empire, his home country, as a Celestial Empire, will definitely go back.

But it's not like it's going back in the current situation.

Ostracized by the entire Japanese culinary scene, and then driven back like a lost dog?

He couldn't afford to lose that man.

If he wants to go back, he must be successful, and then he will be invited back by his home country!

Head iron? The head iron is the head iron!

If you don't have a dream in life, what's the difference between it and salted fish!?