At ten in the morning.
Ouyang Lin personally came to invite Lu Qin. Before the birthday banquet, Ouyang Peng wanted to taste Master Lu's Liver Paste Soup.
Ouyang Lin had already told Ouyang Peng about Lu Qin.
But when Ouyang Peng saw Lu Qin, he could not help marveling at how young he was.
He truly could not believe that such a young chef could make Liver Paste Soup, one of Sichuan Cuisine's finest handmade dishes.
"Thank you for your trouble, Master Lu."
Ouyang Peng said courteously.
The back kitchen was packed with people.
Everyone wanted to watch Master Lu make Liver Paste Soup. It was a rare sight.
Gu Tielin was among them as well.
Liver Paste Soup had initially been assigned to him. He had failed twice, and though his third attempt had succeeded—
It had only succeeded on the surface. After Ouyang Peng tasted it, he shook his head in disappointment.
He had said, "You still haven't reached that level."
That single sentence had left Gu Tielin utterly ashamed.
But Gu Tielin also knew that he truly could not make Liver Paste Soup well. The difficulty of a state banquet dish was right there; failing to make it was nothing shameful.
Yet ironically, a young man had now come to make Liver Paste Soup.
Gu Tielin felt somewhat slapped in the face for the second time.
Even so, he secretly tucked a small notebook and pen into his pocket, intending to record the details and key points while Lu Qin cooked.
Since the man had not said they could not watch, it surely meant they could secretly learn from him.
And some of the people in the back kitchen were doing the same thing with their little notebooks.
Some even filmed the entire process on their phones.