Extreme Almightiest Young Master Chapter 77

"Brother Lin Feng, how did you learn to cook like this?" Lin Jie asked Lin Feng cautiously.

"I didn’t really study it, just cooked for myself for 5 years and naturally got the hang of it." Lin Feng, busy stir-frying, talked with Lin Jie in a casual way.

Hearing Lin Feng’s response, Lin Jie naturally didn’t believe it. If it were as easy as you say, wouldn’t everyone be a great chef by now? How could it be so easy to cook as amazingly as you did today? But if Brother Lin Feng didn’t want to talk about it, he must have his reasons. Lin Jie continued to wonder as she watched the dishes that had already been stir-fried. How could such simple dishes smell so appetizing and look so exceptionally beautiful, almost making one drool? Could learning to cook really be as simple as Brother Lin Feng said?

Before long, Lin Feng had prepared 10 dishes, both meat and vegetable, in about the same time it would take others to make just two. With Lin Jie’s help, all were placed on the dining table. He then came to the living room to call everyone to dinner. Lin Yiwen had also just returned during Lin Feng’s cooking, and was delighted to see the whole Lin Dongchen family gathering, all smiling and chatting as they entered the dining room.

As Lin Dongchen and his wife walked in, they were thinking, how much time has passed? How many dishes could have been made in such a short period? Hopefully, it’s not just some simple scrambled eggs with tomatoes to accommodate us. If the food isn’t enough, we’ll just eat less and then go out for a good meal later. We can’t let our daughter go hungry.

However, the two, who had just been worrying about the quality of the meal, were stunned as soon as they entered the dining room by the tantalizing aroma that hit them. They looked at each other with eyes full of disbelief. What’s going on here? How could it smell so good?

It wasn’t just the aroma that was impressive; the color combination of the dishes was also particularly pleasing and comforting – not necessarily luxurious, but extraordinarily soothing.

Even in a five-star hotel, they had never experienced such a feeling.

Approaching the table and seeing the 10 dishes that were still steaming, the enticing aroma had already been somewhat overwhelming, and now, seeing the dishes themselves, they were even more astonished. Each dish was so colorful and appetizing, and paired with the aroma, Lin Dongchen’s stomach made an uncontrollable noise, embarrassing him deeply.

Yet still, he couldn’t help but wonder, could these dishes really have been made by Lin Feng? Even having me killed wouldn’t make me believe that Lin Feng could cook dishes like these...

Liu Li couldn’t hold back anymore and pulled Lin Jie aside to ask carefully, "Sweetheart, which restaurant sent these dishes? We’ll go there to eat in the future."

"What restaurant? Brother Lin Feng cooked all these dishes right in front of me, one after another—I saw it with my own eyes." Lin Jie, hearing her mother’s words, was very angry. How could you think that these dishes were delivered from a restaurant? Even if you don’t believe in Brother Lin Feng, you shouldn’t doubt me.

"But how can someone cook 10 dishes in such a short amount of time? It’s only been a short while, and even a professional chef from a restaurant couldn’t possibly cook that fast." Liu Li, looking at her daughter’s insistence, was puzzled, wondering what had gotten into her daughter today. It was something that simply couldn’t be possible, yet she was insisting so adamantly.

Furthermore, she claimed to have seen it with her own eyes after just a little while.

"Do you know how Brother Lin Feng cooks? He uses four woks at the same time, you understand? Four woks cooking at the same time!" Lin Jie said to her mother with a hint of excitement in her voice, which had involuntarily gotten louder. She couldn’t understand how her parents, who used to be so simple when they lived in the countryside, had now become so distrustful.

It wasn’t just distrust, but they also had an air of a nouveau riche. She hadn’t felt any discomfort before, as they had always sided with her in everything, but today, she suddenly felt very uncomfortable.

Starting from their encounter with Zhang Lan earlier in the day, Lin Jie finally felt like she couldn’t hold back her feelings anymore.

"What? Lin Feng cooks using four woks at the same time?" Now, Lin Dongchen was thoroughly disbelieving. A person only has two hands; how could you possibly stir-fry with four woks at once? Moreover, to make dishes that smell as good as these; one would have to be a master to achieve such results with even a single wok, let alone four simultaneously. What an international joke.

With four woks, one would be hard-pressed to keep up before they would burn something.

"If you don’t believe it, go look in the kitchen yourself; the stove is still there," Lin Jie was truly getting angry now. She really didn’t like to see her parents behaving so mercenary and felt ashamed to have such parents.

Up to this point, having her parents act like this in front of others was making her feel extremely embarrassed.

Lin Dongchen and his wife really took two steps into the kitchen to take a look, wanting to verify the truth of their daughter’s words. When they looked, they were truly taken aback—their daughter had told the truth, there really were four pots in use.

How is this possible? How did Lin Feng become so skilled? They remembered clearly what he used to be like, a completely ignorant and spoiled young master. But now, not only has he become a university professor, he can actually cook, and it’s even more extravagant than a five-star hotel chef.

"I really didn’t expect this, I didn’t expect Lin Feng to become so capable." The couple didn’t feel there was anything wrong with Lin Feng and Zhang Lan; instead, seeing their daughter’s disconcerted expression, they hurriedly spoke up.

The husband and wife sat down a bit awkwardly, and everyone else also found their seats.

Lin Yiwen didn’t mind, after all, he hadn’t seen folks from his hometown in many years. He specifically opened a bottle of white liquor, poured drinks for Lin Dongchen and his wife, exchanged some pleasantries, downed his in one go, and everyone started eating with their chopsticks.

Although Lin Dongchen had mentally prepared himself that today’s dishes would certainly surpass his expectations, upon taking his first bite, all of his expectations were overthrown. This kind of taste couldn’t even be found in five-star hotels, preserving the original flavor of the food while also providing an indescribable "delicious" taste. That a single dish could be brought to such a level was unbelievable unless one tasted it for themselves.

Lin Dongchen savored the flavor carefully before turning his head toward Lin Feng. His expression was very complex as he looked at Lin Feng. He was so young, yet he could cook like this; it was simply defying the heavens. How could Lin Yiwen’s wasteful son now become so impressive? The change was far too great.

Liu Li took a bite of the dish, and her eyes immediately lit up. She had dined in many famous restaurants before, but none of those dishes could compare to today’s. She was at a loss for words, with only the thought of "delicious" left in her mind as her chopsticks moved quickly, bringing more food to her mouth.

While eating, she was thinking: how could the young master of the Lin Family cook such delicious food? Was this still the young master? He was clearly a chef, a superb, superlative chef. If only she could have such a chef cooking for her every day, how wonderful that would be. No wonder Zhang Lan had said that outside food was not as good as home-cooked meals. If she had such dishes, she wouldn’t go out either!

Lin Jie, who had been swallowing her saliva on the side, finally got to taste Lin Feng’s cooking. Like her parents, she had never imagined that food could be cooked to such a standard. She quickly swallowed the food in her mouth, then stared at Lin Feng with eyes full of adoration, admiration, and mystery.

Without saying anything else, just the cooking alone was so delicious, everything else must also be terrific. How great would it be to eat like this every day!

Lin Yiwen and Zhang Lan exchanged glances, then smiled slightly. They understood the reaction of Lin Dongchen’s family after eating Lin Feng’s cooking. Hadn’t they felt the same when they first tried it? Both of them felt proud to have a son like Lin Feng.

Of course, they also felt a bit of smug satisfaction. This was part of the reason why Zhang Lan had not said much before. On one hand, she already knew the character of this couple—their perspectives differed, and in their eyes, these current spirited disputes were meaningless. After so many years, encountering someone from their hometown was rare, and they didn’t want the meeting to end on a sour note. Another reason was that they expected this kind of reaction.

Once Lin Dongchen’s family had eaten for a while and set down their chopsticks, Zhang Lan asked with a beaming smile, "How was it? I wasn’t wrong, was I? Much better than restaurant food."

"Yes, after eating Brother Lin Feng’s cooking, I don’t feel like going to restaurants anymore." Lin Jie replied with a happy laugh, genuinely enjoying Lin Feng’s dishes.

"Yes, yes, yes, I could never have imagined that Lin Feng could cook such delicious dishes. Where did he learn it? Who was his master?" Lin Dongchen thought to himself. Such skill surely came from a renowned master. Even though the Lin Family had fallen on hard times, they had found a master, which meant they still had some clout.

Not to mention, with this cooking ability alone, he’d never have to worry about food and drink for life.

"No teacher. I cooked by myself for 5 years, and it turned out like this," Lin Feng said calmly.

What? To reach such a level on his own? No one would believe that. If it were so easy to train a great chef, then what would a chef’s worth be? But then, Lin Dongchen thought, with the Lin Family down on their luck, Lin Feng’s culinary skills were indeed a treasure. Maybe...

"Lin Feng, how about I open a big restaurant, and you come to be the head chef?" Lin Dongchen contemplated. With Lin Feng’s culinary prowess, how could a big restaurant not prosper? They would make a fortune!

"Uncle Lin, I prefer being a teacher at the university. Besides, I only cook at home, for my family," Lin Feng replied without hesitation, directly declining the offer. Seeing the look on his parents’ faces just now, he didn’t say much, but he certainly wasn’t going to indulge others.