833: Chapter 833 [Still the Original Recipe] 833: Chapter 833 [Still the Original Recipe] Ye Chenfeng glanced at her indifferently: “You’re a woman, what do you know?”

This one sentence infuriated Chu Qingxue, who stared at Ye Chenfeng intensely: “Ye Chenfeng, I’m telling you, don’t go too far.

Don’t let your personal emotions out on the restaurant!

And don’t be so chauvinistic, what’s wrong with women?

Could you be where you are now without women?”

Lu Wanqing knew that Chu Qingxue was angry, so she didn’t interrupt.

Although she often bickered with Ye Chenfeng, she wasn’t really angry and knew that now wasn’t the time to speak.

“It’s alright, you may leave now,” Chu Qingxue said to the waiter.

But Ye Chenfeng was very insistent: “Exchange it!

It must be exchanged!”

Seeing the waiter’s dilemma, Chu Qingxue said, “I’m sorry, he just got out of a mental hospital.

I apologize on his behalf.”

“Are you saying I’m crazy?” Ye Chenfeng squinted his eyes at Chu Qingxue.

Chu Qingxue retaliated, “Aren’t you crazy?

Causing trouble in someone’s restaurant?”

“You…” Ye Chenfeng trembled with anger.

“The lady is right, and so is this gentleman,” a timid voice suddenly rang out, belonging to the waiter.

Chu Qingxue’s expression changed, and she couldn’t help but ask, “What do you mean?” even Qingliu Yiye and Lu Wanqing pricked up their ears.

The waiter raised his voice: “This gentleman is absolutely right, there is indeed such an issue with the dish.

Everything he said is spot on.”

“….”

The air seemed to freeze for a few seconds before Chu Qingxue’s face turned red.

She originally thought Ye Chenfeng was just making trouble out of nothing but it turned out he was right!

Thinking back on her accusations against Ye Chenfeng, Chu Qingxue felt utterly ashamed.

Lu Wanqing became even more curious about Ye Chenfeng.

This guy could pinpoint the flaw in the dish after just a few bites; that must require a long-time patron to notice, right?

“In the past half-year, only two people could identify such issues with the dishes—one is Mrs.

Chris from Paris, who comes to the restaurant punctually every noon, day after day for decades.

The other is this gentleman!” the waiter said.

“Mrs.

Chris?” Chu Qingxue’s expression changed; she knew who Mrs.

Chris was—a famous wealthy woman in Paris with businesses spanning many fashion industries.

“Ah?” Lu Wanqing’s mouth slightly opened, surprised that Ye Chenfeng was this impressive.

She originally thought finding the flaw was something any regular patron could do.

Turns out only two people could.

Seeing the confusion on everyone’s faces, the waiter explained, “The difference in the dish is extremely subtle, even Mrs.

Chris noticed it only a week later.

This gentleman noticed it in just one bite, it’s truly remarkable.”

“Wow!”

Chu Qingxue and the other two were stunned once again, they realized this was real and not some prearranged show between Ye Chenfeng and the restaurant.

“Where is Bernard?” Ye Chenfeng asked.

The Bernard Ye Chenfeng referred to was the head chef of this restaurant, Bernard Pacaud, a culinary master renowned worldwide and the most respected chef of Kanda Yukihiro in his lifetime!

The waiter was taken aback, but couldn’t help but reply, “Dear sir, Chef Bernard had some health issues six months ago, and now his prized disciple, who has inherited over ninety percent of Bernard’s culinary skills, is the head chef now.”

“Tell that guy Bernard, his apprentice’s cooking is good but it’s missing a bit of Monkey Wine,” Ye Chenfeng said faintly.

“Okay, sir, please wait a moment!” The waiter wrote down everything Ye Chenfeng said and left.

“Monkey Wine?” The three of them, Chu Qingxue, Qingliu Yiye, and Lu Wanqing, were all taken aback.

Ye Chenfeng smiled: “Please wait a moment, soon you will taste the best dishes France has to offer!”

They became even more curious about what Ye Chenfeng used to do in France.

After a while, the restaurant turned lively as an old man strode quickly towards Ye Chenfeng’s table, with many disciples following behind him.

The old man was dressed in a white shirt, vest, silk breeches, and had sparse, graying hair meticulously slicked back; he exuded an aura of seriousness, diligence, rigidity, and solemnity.

At this moment, his face was full of excitement, his steps swift, and even his younger, stronger disciples had to struggle to keep up.

Rushing up to Ye Chenfeng, upon seeing him, Bernard’s eyes revealed unprecedented excitement.

Bernard slowly knelt on the ground, eyes full of pious devotion like that of a believer, gently grasping Ye Chenfeng’s hand and kissing it softly, whispering, “My great God, I meet you again!”

The three of them, Chu Qingxue, Qingliu Yiye, and Lu Wanqing, were taken aback.

Although they understood the French, they couldn’t comprehend that particular word.

This scene shocked everyone in the restaurant, everyone’s eyes were fixed on them, speculating about the identity of this young man from Divine Land that the top chef of France would show such respect to.

“Bernard, you’ve gotten old!” Ye Chenfeng pulled Bernard up from the ground.

Bernard wiped the sweat off his forehead with a clean handkerchief, folded it neatly, and put it back in his pocket: “Yes, that’s why I handed this place over to my disciple six months ago, and he has greatly satisfied me!

He has the potential to surpass me in the future!”

Behind him stood a sternly dressed middle-aged man, whom they assumed was Bernard’s apprentice.

“Yes!

He is excellent!” Ye Chenfeng complimented.

Bernard cast a meticulous gaze at the three behind Ye Chenfeng, then turned to Ye Chenfeng and said, “But today I will cook personally, hoping to satisfy you!”

Ye Chenfeng smiled, “That would be a feast for the senses, I’m looking forward to it!”

Bernard left with a group of people, and everyone could see his disciples wiping the cold sweat off their foreheads.

“Is he Bernard?” Lu Wanqing asked.

Ye Chenfeng nodded: “Yes, he is!”

Lu Wanqing did not continue to ask about the relationship between Ye Chenfeng and Bernard because it wasn’t the right occasion.

Despite her headstrong nature, she understood the bigger picture.

Qingliu Yiye smiled: “Miss Qingxue, I always wondered what was special about your fiancé.

Now I see.”

After a long wait, Bernard personally brought the dishes to the table with the waiter.

Bernard’s cooking was different from the extreme craftsmanship of modern culinary arts; at first glance, the dishes were simple and modest, but upon tasting, they evoked unexpected emotions and satisfaction.

“Hmm, Bernard, your skills haven’t diminished at all!

Still the same taste, still the same recipe!” Ye Chenfeng couldn’t help but say after tasting.

Bernard’s face was filled with joy as he pushed over a simple wine jug.