What a Trap Really Is-This Is Truly Miraculous

Huang Lei was not the only one stunned. Everyone looked at Qin Fen with strange expressions. What the hell was this "teacher" thing?

Liu Li's expression was naturally agonized, and she was no better off than Huang Lei. As for the three elders, they only understood one thing: that foreigner was incredibly impressive, but Qin Fen seemed—yes, seemed—even more impressive.

What was going on here? Chef Qin's parents did not know what to say. Less than half a year ago, he had still been a security guard. He had clearly said he was going to New Oriental for further training, so how had he suddenly become the teacher of a top foreign chef?

"Qin Fen, is there some mistake?" his mother asked unconsciously.

Qin Fen nodded and said matter-of-factly, "Yeah, he got it wrong. I'm not his teacher. He studies Western cuisine, while I do Chinese cuisine. We're nowhere near the same field."

At those words, Huang Lei stared at him stupidly.

Rogers was panicking. How could this be? His face reddened as he rushed over to Qin Fen in a few quick strides. "No, no, no, Master Qin, I'm your fan. I've admired you for a long time. I came to Yiling because you were here, and I stayed specifically for you. Please give me a chance."

Rogers was obsessed with great chefs. He was also someone devoted to the culinary arts; this passion was his entire life.

Why did that sound so familiar? Huang Lei looked at Rogers in utter frustration. Hadn't he just said the same thing? Yet Rogers had shown no reaction, and now it was Qin Fen showing no reaction.

Liu Li stood there with her mouth open, unable to speak. Did this turn of events really have to be this infuriating?

The three elders