"Also, among the many dishes you cook, which one is completely in strict accordance with the techniques you learned at the base, carefully weighed and measured the weight of each ingredient, matched the main ingredients and ingredients according to the golden ratio passed down from your predecessors, and cooked in full accordance with traditional techniques?"

Old Man An said: "In the past, you were just an ordinary female student in the academy under the Mo Group, and you didn't receive any basic training, so you can naturally do whatever you want." But now your identity is different. You are my granddaughter, the daughter of Yueru! I hope to raise a qualified heir, not a prodigal son who's wandering around like your father! ”

Hearing these words, Cai Youyou's face changed.

For her, the time spent with Mo Xun and Wang Fatzi in the East Star Alliance Huaxia Food Academy is a treasure in her memory.

And her father, Cai Zhe, is a person she has always worshipped as a hero and idol since she was a child.

Even the reason why she was reluctant to inherit his mantle as his closed disciple was to carry forward the dishes in the recipes involved in the notes left by her father.

But today, what Old Man An said just now is tantamount to denying her life experience of living for eighteen years, and it is tantamount to denying the tallest father in her mind!

"Grandpa, I don't think what you said is right. The so-called traditions and classics are nothing more than creations created by predecessors. Since our predecessors have created countless new dishes that have become classics over the years, why can't we carry forward culinary innovation today? I believe that one day, our innovative dishes will become classics in the future. Cai Youyou said.

Although she felt very angry in her heart, she still respected Old Man An as her elder and still tried to reason with the old man.

Who knows, after listening to her heartfelt words, Old Man An couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, and he was so angry that he opened his voice and scolded: "What did you just say?!" People like you who don't respect the classics, don't put the classics in their eyes, and whimsically want to create classics, it's just puppy ignorance and narrow roads! ”

Cai Youyou couldn't help but raise his voice: "Grandpa, I don't mean to disrespect the classics. It's just that I think there are a thousand Hamlets for a thousand people, and correspondingly, a thousand chefs should have a thousand different ways of interpreting the dishes. The cooking of dishes, techniques and tastes vary from person to person, and the entire culinary industry can flourish in a variety of talents. Classics need to be developed and inherited, but they also need to be innovated. ”

At dinner time on this day, in the restaurant in the small courtyard where An Yueru lives, a discussion about the tradition and innovation of cooking was launched.

The two of them were in a hurry, and when they didn't even notice it, their voices were getting higher and higher.

An old man and a young man were arguing, but when they saw An Yueru's face suddenly changed, her eyes widened, and she pushed away Ah Yun, who was standing beside her and wanted to open her mouth to persuade Old Man An and Cai Youyou, took a few steps back one after another, retreated to a corner of the room, holding her head with both hands, trembling uncontrollably, and screaming.