Sun Maochai was watching Jiang Feng prepare the soup for the first time, so he observed with extra care.
That morning, he had seen Jiang Feng chop vegetables and stir-fry, and his opinion of Jiang's culinary skills was already extremely high; he felt that among the younger generation, no one could rival Jiang Feng. Back then, he had marveled to himself how blessed the old Sir was to have such a good grandson—temperamentally pleasant, filial, with high culinary talent. Having such a grandson was probably the ultimate dream of all master chefs.
Now, witnessing Jiang Feng's amazing fire control while preparing the clear soup, Sun Maochai realized he had still underestimated the young man before him.
This wasn't just the best of the younger generation; considering his level of fire control alone, calling him a master wouldn't be an exaggeration.
Such a young master; even in his prime, he couldn't hold a candle to him.
