Contest of Knife Skills

Zhang Ye immediately started chopping meat and stir-frying fillings, busy as could be. Meanwhile, Qin Fen leisurely wrapped wontons off to the side.

There was ready-made chicken broth in the shop, so chicken broth wontons would do nicely. Add a little bean sprouts, and even Qin Fen felt a little excited.

Time passed second by second.

Zhang Ye had been looking forward to today for a long time, so he prepared everything especially quickly. Before long, the Winter Melon Bowl that had been steaming was taken off the stove. Together with the porridge and side dishes he had prepared, a lavish breakfast was ready.

Qin Fen also dropped the wontons into the pot.

After shooting that bastard a glance, Zhang Ye carried out the dishes.

"This Winter Melon Bowl looks pretty good." Song Jianjun lifted the lid and took a sniff. "Not bad. It smells great, but it doesn't look refreshing enough. The broth is a little cloudy." At their status, there was nothing they had not eaten. The moment dishes were served, they began critiquing them.

Zhang Ye froze. "I added a secret sauce, along with some medicinal herbs. It's especially suitable as a nourishing supplement for older people."

"Really? Then we should try it. Old Song, this is one of Yating's specialty dishes."

"Indeed, we should give it a try."

The two did not eat much. At their age, they paid close attention to their health. Eating small meals often was normal for them, and they only sampled each dish lightly, even Zhang Ye's carefully prepared Winter Melon Bowl.

"Mm, pretty good. The flavor is rich, and the winter melon taste is strong." Song Jianjun set down his spoon.

"Mm, I'm full. Let's sit for a while, then go for a walk."

As the two spoke, Sun Yating suddenly turned around and saw Qin Fen coming out carrying a large soup bowl.

"Qin Fen, you haven't had breakfast yet?"

"Yeah, I came in a hurry and didn't get to eat. Want some?" Qin Fen scooped up some bean sprouts along with a wonton and swallowed it. Mm, refreshing.

"Wait, kid, what are you eating?" Song Jianjun sniffed the air. Damn, what a refreshing scent. It felt like standing in a forest with the wind blowing around him.

"Wontons. There was some chicken broth left over from yesterday, so I wrapped a few myself."

"Wontons? No, that's not the smell. There's a little chicken broth aroma, but chicken broth is rich while duck broth is light. Yours doesn't smell like either." As Song Jianjun spoke, he walked over and took a closer look. Huh, they really were chicken broth wontons.

"You're Little Qin, right? Let me try one. I haven't had any in ages." Song Jianjun was tempted. Ever since falling ill, he had had little appetite. It had only improved somewhat these past two days, but he rarely felt as strongly as he did today about wanting a bite.

"Here." Qin Fen handed him a spoon.

Song Jianjun put a wonton into his mouth and smacked his lips. Mm, delicious. Then he took another spoonful of broth with several bean sprouts. That mouthful nearly blew his mind.

The broth and bean sprouts went down, and his whole body felt refreshed, as if every pore had opened.

He immediately took another sip of soup with some bean sprouts. Delicious, truly delicious. Compared to that idiotic Winter Melon Bowl, this was pure nectar.

"Old Sun, get over here and try it. I've never had wontons this delicious."

"Bullshit. Never had them before? You just want to mooch some of Little Qin's chicken broth, don't you?"

"Believe it or not. If you don't come over, don't regret it later. Yating, hurry and get me a bowl. Little Qin, you don't mind if I eat some of your wontons, do you?"

Damn it, you've already told Sun Yating to get you a bowl. Isn't asking me now completely pointless? Qin Fen's face darkened.

Sun Yating was dumbfounded, and so was her father. They both knew Song Jianjun was ill and had no appetite. Had he been possessed today? This was too strange.

"Old Song, slow down. No one's going to fight you for it." Father Sun immediately walked over, effectively declaring Qin Fen's wontons off-limits to everyone else.

Qin Fen froze. Then what am I supposed to eat?

"Come, come, Old Sun, have a bite." With that, Song Jianjun handed him a spoonful. Father Sun took one bite, his eyes widened, and he went blank for a moment.

"This is delicious."

"Haha, see? I wasn't wrong, was I? It smelled good enough to kill." Song Jianjun laughed smugly.

"Of course. You've got a dog's nose."

"I'm not arguing with you. Yating, where's my bowl? Forget about your father's. He looks down on this."

"What do you mean, looks down on it? Daughter, get your father a bowl too."

Watching the two old men divide up the wontons spoonful by spoonful, Qin Fen's balls hurt, Sun Yating's stomach hurt, and Zhang Ye, standing to the side with a smile on his face, felt like his balls had shattered.

You two old lunatics, that's my breakfast! Qin Fen's forehead was covered in black lines. Who acts like this?

Zhang Ye's face turned green. They had just said they were full, yet now they were pouncing like starving tigers. What the hell was this?

After sweeping his gaze over Qin Fen's nearly empty bowl, then looking at his own untouched, ignored Winter Melon Bowl sitting nearby, Zhang Ye felt a surge of fury. Damn Qin Fen, he had stolen his opportunity again.

Old grudges and new hatred instantly shattered his reason. He snapped. If he did not snap now, he would be an idiot. Judging by how things were going, Sun Yating was definitely determined to replace him. Better to strike first and gain the upper hand.

"Qin Fen, you bastard, you stole my secret soup base!" Zhang Ye immediately threw the accusation at him.

Everyone was stunned when they heard that and turned to look at him.

"I rushed to make that soup overnight. It's my family's secret recipe. You're too despicable." Zhang Ye spoke without blushing or skipping a beat.

Sun Yating froze, somewhat unconvinced. The two old men were also startled and only half believed him. They were both shrewd old foxes. His Winter Melon Bowl had not tasted like this at all!

Under normal circumstances, Qin Fen might have ignored him. But this bastard kept causing trouble again and again. This time, he had gone too far, even falsely accusing him. Qin Fen could not hold it in anymore.

As a Four-Haves Newcomer, if he could put up with this, he would not be a real man. "Actually, I'm your father."

Everyone present, even the clueless waiters, was dumbfounded. What kind of turn was this?

"What kind of bullshit are you talking about?" Zhang Ye's face turned red.

"Then what kind of bullshit are you talking about?" Qin Fen shot back naturally.

"I made this soup. Your argument is nothing but twisted logic. You can't produce evidence to refute me about the soup, but who would believe your lies? Don't treat us like idiots. Other than lowbrow insults, what else are you capable of?"

Zhang Ye spoke in a low voice, staring Qin Fen down.

The Four-Haves Newcomer, a pure-blooded man, lifted his head. "I'm your stepfather."

Pfft, pfft, pfft. Sun Yating could not take it anymore. That was too vicious. The waiters' expressions changed as they clutched their stomachs.

The two old men froze. This kid was truly a damn talent. Stepfather? How had he even come up with that? But it made sense. DNA could not prove it, but a stepfather was still a father.

"You bastard! Qin Fen, I challenge you to a duel!"

Qin Fen grinned. "A gentleman uses his mouth, not his fists."

The two old men enjoyed that even more. Song Jianjun shot Father Sun a look, thinking that this kid was just like him back in the day, with a mouth sharp enough to kill. Father Sun's eyes lit up. Not bad. He liked him.

So you're calling me a petty man? "I mean we compete in cooking. Today, it's either you or me. President Sun, don't try to stop me. I've had enough of this brat. One sentence: this isn't over today. If I win, this kid gets the hell out immediately. If I lose, fine, I'll leave. As long as you don't regret it."

Sun Yating's face darkened. He's threatening me? "Fine. How do you want to compete?"

Qin Fen gave her a thumbs-up. The meaning was obvious: I'm with you.

"Since you, Qin Fen, are supposedly so skilled with a knife, let's compete in knife skills!"

Qin Fen smiled faintly. "Whatever you want!"

PS: Thanks to Bridge Wind, Pig Grandpa, Stubborn, and White Night for the rewards. Thank you all for your support.