Director Liu had already hyped this up to the heavens on Weibo, declaring to anyone who would listen that Ruan Tianâs cooking skills were unique in this world. He had even argued with all sorts of people about it, including a chef from a Michelin restaurant and the head chef from a five-star hotel.
Of course, the audience only felt suspicious.
Mostly, he had gotten people telling him to please be respectful and not step on other chefs for hype.
Now, these people felt vindicated.
They were seeing Ruan Tianâs âfamedâ cooking, but it was only this much.
After all, when the camera panned to the bottom of the pot, it didnât look like anything special.
Meanwhile, Qin An was feeling very hungry and finally couldnât bear it. He secretly sneaked away a few slices of beef, then added some of the soup that Ruan Tian had just prepared, and put it in his mouth.
The beef was savory, the sauce was sour and spicy, and overall it was so delicious that Qin An couldnât help but moan.
The audience in the live studio all only felt that Qin Anâs performance was a bit overdramatic.
Could it really be so delicious? Wasnât hot pot pretty much all the same?
ăThis is terrible, I think Iâm hungry now. ă
ăMe too, it looks so good. ă
ăI immediately had to get out of bed to cook myself some instant noodles to relieve this feeling. ă
Of course, as a person who had eaten the food made by Ruan Tian twice, Qin An couldnât help but feel impressed with her cooking skills.
However, he was a person born with no filter, so after taking a bite he opened his mouth and said thoughtlessly, âRuan Tian, how did a person who grew up picking up trash learn to cook so well?!â
Ruan Tian, who suddenly had her past exposed, took a deep breath and tried to calm down. Finally, with an expressionless face, she replied: âJust some trivial knowledge. Maybe itâs from the time I won the gold medal at the 17th Chinese Little Chef Competition.â
Seeing this talk of a cooking award, Qin An didnât believe it at all and only thought that Ruan Tian was bragging.
âI really canât praise you at all or else you get so conceited that your head goes straight up into the clouds.â Qin An snorted.
Ruan Tian felt a bit dumbfounded. She had really won a gold medal from the Chinese Little Chef Competition back then, okay? Of course, she had only joined because she saw there was a 50,000 yuan prize for the winner, but as it happened, she really ended up going all the way to the end and won the gold medal.
âThe gold medal they awarded me is still on my bedroom shelf.â Ruan Tian retorted.
Qin An decided to ignore this and return to eating his hot pot with flourish.
However, the words âspouting nonsenseâ and âjust keep spouting nonsenseâ seemed to be written in his two eyes.
Cen Bei only ladled herself a small amount of the hot pot, and what ended up in her bowl was mostly just clear broth. In order to maintain her figure, she would usually never touch these sorts of high-calorie foods, so in the end, she only delicately plucked out a few greens and then never moved her chopsticks again.
After a few moments passed, Cen Bei pretended to ask inadvertently: âIâm also curious about what Qin An said just now, Ruan Tian, where did you learn your cooking skills?â
Of course, she didnât care at all about where Ruan Tian learned how to cook, rather, she wanted to hear about the other part of Qin Anâs words, the âpicking up trashâ.
There was no shortage of people in the entertainment circle who seemed to be all set to walk the path of stardom but who ended up capsizing their own boats with a few careless words.
Cen Bei hoped that Ruan Tian could also become one of them.
Ruan Tian continued chopping the vegetables as she replied: âI watched a few videos online and pondered over them, in the end, it became like this.â
She was actually talking nonsense.
Half of Ruan Tianâs cooking skills could be attributed to her talent, but the other half definitely came from the time when she was working part-time in a hotel. Back then she had managed to more or less become the little apprentice for a chef, so she ended up learning some of his skills.
At the same time, the chatroom was going crazy.
ăChinese Little Chef Competition? Is that a real thing or is Ruan Tian joking? ă
ăIs there really a culinary competition with such a playful name? Someone enlighten me, Iâm too ignorant. ă
ăRuan Tian really likes to just say whatever. As long as she has a little talent, she canât stop herself from showing off. ă
ăIt seems that I can also enter the entertainment circle. After all, I won first prize during the Community Poem Recitation Competition back in elementary school. ă
Director Liu had already hyped this up to the heavens on Weibo, declaring to anyone who would listen that Ruan Tianâs cooking skills were unique in this world. He had even argued with all sorts of people about it, including a chef from a Michelin restaurant and the head chef from a five-star hotel.
Of course, the audience only felt suspicious.
Mostly, he had gotten people telling him to please be respectful and not step on other chefs for hype.
Now, these people felt vindicated.
They were seeing Ruan Tianâs âfamedâ cooking, but it was only this much.
After all, when the camera panned to the bottom of the pot, it didnât look like anything special.
Meanwhile, Qin An was feeling very hungry and finally couldnât bear it. He secretly sneaked away a few slices of beef, then added some of the soup that Ruan Tian had just prepared, and put it in his mouth.
The beef was savory, the sauce was sour and spicy, and overall it was so delicious that Qin An couldnât help but moan.
The audience in the live studio all only felt that Qin Anâs performance was a bit overdramatic.
Could it really be so delicious? Wasnât hot pot pretty much all the same?
ăThis is terrible, I think Iâm hungry now. ă
ăMe too, it looks so good. ă
ăI immediately had to get out of bed to cook myself some instant noodles to relieve this feeling. ă
Of course, as a person who had eaten the food made by Ruan Tian twice, Qin An couldnât help but feel impressed with her cooking skills.
However, he was a person born with no filter, so after taking a bite he opened his mouth and said thoughtlessly, âRuan Tian, how did a person who grew up picking up trash learn to cook so well?!â
Ruan Tian, who suddenly had her past exposed, took a deep breath and tried to calm down. Finally, with an expressionless face, she replied: âJust some trivial knowledge. Maybe itâs from the time I won the gold medal at the 17th Chinese Little Chef Competition.â
Seeing this talk of a cooking award, Qin An didnât believe it at all and only thought that Ruan Tian was bragging.
âI really canât praise you at all or else you get so conceited that your head goes straight up into the clouds.â Qin An snorted.
Ruan Tian felt a bit dumbfounded. She had really won a gold medal from the Chinese Little Chef Competition back then, okay? Of course, she had only joined because she saw there was a 50,000 yuan prize for the winner, but as it happened, she really ended up going all the way to the end and won the gold medal.
âThe gold medal they awarded me is still on my bedroom shelf.â Ruan Tian retorted.
Qin An decided to ignore this and return to eating his hot pot with flourish.
However, the words âspouting nonsenseâ and âjust keep spouting nonsenseâ seemed to be written in his two eyes.
Cen Bei only ladled herself a small amount of the hot pot, and what ended up in her bowl was mostly just clear broth. In order to maintain her figure, she would usually never touch these sorts of high-calorie foods, so in the end, she only delicately plucked out a few greens and then never moved her chopsticks again.
After a few moments passed, Cen Bei pretended to ask inadvertently: âIâm also curious about what Qin An said just now, Ruan Tian, where did you learn your cooking skills?â
Of course, she didnât care at all about where Ruan Tian learned how to cook, rather, she wanted to hear about the other part of Qin Anâs words, the âpicking up trashâ.
There was no shortage of people in the entertainment circle who seemed to be all set to walk the path of stardom but who ended up capsizing their own boats with a few careless words.
Cen Bei hoped that Ruan Tian could also become one of them.
Ruan Tian continued chopping the vegetables as she replied: âI watched a few videos online and pondered over them, in the end, it became like this.â
She was actually talking nonsense.
Half of Ruan Tianâs cooking skills could be attributed to her talent, but the other half definitely came from the time when she was working part-time in a hotel. Back then she had managed to more or less become the little apprentice for a chef, so she ended up learning some of his skills.
At the same time, the chatroom was going crazy.
ăChinese Little Chef Competition? Is that a real thing or is Ruan Tian joking? ă
ăIs there really a culinary competition with such a playful name? Someone enlighten me, Iâm too ignorant. ă
ăRuan Tian really likes to just say whatever. As long as she has a little talent, she canât stop herself from showing off. ă
ăIt seems that I can also enter the entertainment circle. After all, I won first prize during the Community Poem Recitation Competition back in elementary school. ă