Qin Fen put the steamer on to cook and dusted off his hands. He glanced at the remaining dough. There was still plenty left, enough for several more baskets, but he left it alone. He wanted to see how his first attempt at making dumplings turned out.
Once he went quiet, the stares around him became several times more intense-and creepier. Everyone was looking at him differently now.
Keeping the weight of every dumpling within a one-gram margin was beyond the abilities of an ordinary chef. Many people looked up Qin Fen's videos and even his past exploits. One phrase began surfacing in their minds: unrivaled under heaven!
"Master Qin deserves that title!" A customer shook his head. He loved food and had eaten plenty of fine dishes. Put bluntly, money was no object to him, but Qin Fen's appearance today had stunned him beyond measure.
"I've never seen a chef pull off anything like this. His skill is almost supernatural. Now I want to see his knife work even more! That made it into Guinness World Records!"
"Exactly! The more you talk about it, the more eager I get. And have you noticed? Even without eating his food, just watching him cook feels amazing!"
Indeed, many of the customers around them nodded in agreement. Anyone unconvinced could try being that precise themselves. It was like watching someone attempt a goddamn Guinness World Records challenge. Holy shit, who could turn cooking into something requiring this much technical skill? What a talent.
Discussions buzzed around him, but Qin Fen paid them no mind. He had heard the Queen Mother's muttered remark and couldn't help looking over. Their eyes met, and they both smiled. What was his Dao? Qin Fen had always been considering that question, always strengthening his conviction.
His Dao