"The Zijing Restaurant on the third floor. He ordered a Liver Paste Soup, and the kitchen is making it now!"
"Liver Paste Soup?" Shen Muyan frowned. "What kind of dish is that?"
"It's a Sichuan Cuisine dish, on the last page of the menu. Hardly anyone orders it normally."
"Is Chef Hu confident?"
"He said he'd do his best. Liver Paste Soup is very particular in its preparation and really tests a chef's skill. It's a dish that takes real craftsmanship."
As they spoke, Shen Muyan had already stepped into the elevator and hurried toward the Zijing Restaurant.
No need to taste it. This Liver Paste Soup was unacceptable!
Zijing Restaurant.
Inside a private room.
A stern young man in a suit, with his hair meticulously combed and a pair of refined glasses on his face, sat at the table.
No one else dared sit. They all stood respectfully nearby.
Before long.
Chef Hu entered, carrying a bowl of Liver Paste Soup, his heart filled with unease.
To be honest, although Hu Zhijun was proficient in both Sichuan Cuisine and Hunan cuisine, Liver Paste Soup was a highly refined banquet dish in Sichuan Cuisine. He knew how to make it, but it was not his specialty.
It could be said that out of ten Sichuan chefs, having even one who could make Liver Paste Soup was already rare.
And whether it turned out up to standard was another matter entirely.
Only a true master of Sichuan Cuisine could prepare an authentic, proper Liver Paste Soup.
The Liver Paste Soup was placed on the table before the stern young man.
Just then, someone knocked on the door.
Shen Muyan arrived, followed by Song Yuanyuan and Manager Wang from the food and beverage department.
The moment she entered, Shen Muyan sensed