Seeing that Chef Lin refused to let the matter drop.
Jiang Siming shook his head and laughed. He stood up from his chair and said,
"I was only stating the facts objectively. You asked me to say it, but you refuse to believe me after I do. Do you only listen when people say nice things about you?"
Chef Lin said indignantly, "Of course I'm not someone who only listens to praise, but if you're going to criticize me, you need solid evidence and real skills to back it up. Otherwise, it's slander as far as I'm concerned."
"You want to see real skill?"
"Yes."
"Fine, I'll show you. Where's the kitchen?" Jiang Siming stopped wasting words.
"I'll take you there." Still sulking, Chef Lin led the way to the kitchen.
Jiang Siming followed calmly, but He Jiu hurriedly grabbed him.
"A'ming, forget it. Chef Lin just cares a lot about what other people think and is a little blunt. Don't take it to heart."
Yang Xiaoxi also hurriedly tried to dissuade him. "That's right, Idol. Don't be angry."
Jiang Siming laughed. "You all think I'm angry with him? We're just exchanging pointers on cooking. Besides, I can make Teacher He some medicinal food and help him recover. Look how weak he is right now."
He Jiu rolled his eyes. "Who are you calling weak? I'm sick."
Jiang Siming ignored him and continued toward the kitchen. Everyone knew there was no point in trying to stop him, so they followed along and kept an eye on how things developed.
Chef Lin briefly introduced the kitchen's utensils and ingredients. They were abundant, with almost everything one could need. It seemed the production crew had prepared quite thoroughly.
Jiang Siming casually rolled up his sleeves, fished a large crucian carp out of