Taotie Overeats in the Entertainment Industry

Chapter 13: It's been a week, and you still...

Jiang Tao nodded calmly.

Shi Wenqing was a bit disappointed.

He was getting old and lacked physical strength, so he was a second slow when stir-frying, causing the shrimp to be overcooked by two minutes. But such a small difference, ordinary people wouldn't notice.

But Jiang Tao not only noticed, but she also described it precisely.

He originally thought it was a fellow chef coming to give pointers, so he rushed over aggressively, only to find out it was a girl in her early twenties, and judging by her delicate hands, she had never been in a kitchen.

He didn't say anything, but his disciples couldn't hold back.

"Little girl, do you know how to cook? How dare you give directions here!"

"Can't you comment if you don't know how to cook?" Jiang Tao asked back, puzzled.

The other party was stumped by her question and didn't know how to respond for a moment.

Shi Wenqing, however, showed some interest, "Well said."

"So, little girl, besides this Longjing shrimp, do you have any other advice?"

Jiang Tao pointed to her nose, "You really want me to say it?"

Shi Wenqing was taken aback.

What? Is there really more?

It's difficult but not impossible to spot his mistake.

But he had great confidence in his cooking, feeling that he had reached perfection after years of refining his skills.

So when Jiang Tao said this, he felt a bit annoyed, thinking the girl was overconfident.

But since he asked, he could only hold his breath and say, "Go ahead!"

Since he said so, Jiang Tao didn't hold back.

The world only knew that a glutton could devour anything, but they didn't know she also had a tongue that had tasted all flavors.

She wasn't picky, but that didn't mean she couldn't discern good food.

In the eyes of ordinary people, Shi Wenqing's cooking was top-notch.

But for Jiang Tao, who had tasted everything in the world, it was just okay.

She spoke eloquently, almost criticizing Shi Wenqing's dishes to nothing.

Shi Wenqing's face turned red from her criticism, almost ready to explode several times, but calming down, he was horrified to realize she was right!

He felt like he was back to his teenage years when he first learned to cook, always thinking he did well enough, but his master could always point out flaws.

His master had also said that there were connoisseurs in the world, called "laotao."

They might have never entered a kitchen, but their tongues could clearly distinguish all flavors.

Such customers were a challenge for chefs, but encountering one was a chef's lifetime fortune.

Could this girl be the "laotao" his master spoke of?

Shi Wenqing fell silent.

His disciples, however, were furious.

"What do you know to dare spout nonsense here?"

"My master is a descendant of imperial chefs, cooking for over sixty years, winning countless awards. Where did you come from?"

"My master is highly respected, with disciples all over the world, and now he's humiliated by a little girl like you!"