### Chapter 387: Woof
And to top it off, she’s giving away food! This really sparked Little Yu’s sense of kindness.
Then, Xia Yu looked at the pieces of lamb and green onions on the nearby table; her mind immediately conjured up a dish: “Since that’s the case, I’ll make scallion stir-fried lamb. Can I start now?”
“Sure, but have you thought it through? Scallion stir-fried lamb is quite tricky to make, especially since lamb has its own strong flavor to work with.” “I’ve decided.”
Xia Yu looked straight into the Chef’s eyes, showing great confidence. “Alright then, let’s get cooking.”
Xia Ling and Jiang Hanhan exchanged glances; they both knew Xia Yu was ready for another impressive display, so they backed away, not wanting to interfere with her culinary arts.
In fact, they were also very curious about what Xia Yu was like in the kitchen—whether she’d be as cool as those TV chefs.
Xia Yu walked over to where the lamb was stored in a stainless steel bowl and started cutting it deftly with a kn*fe, making uniform slices. Next, she went for the green onions.
She lacked any assistants—the task was all hers to do, which made things a bit more challenging for her.
Chef had initially been quite casual watching her, but once he saw her skillful use of the kn*fe, his expression changed. No wonder she was so confident; she must have had some training.
Her kn*fe skills… weren’t half bad.
Once everything was set, Xia Yu moved to an unoccupied stove, lit it up, and began the process of heating and washing the pan smoothly.
Seeing her so proficient, Chef couldn’t help but ask Xia Ling and Jiang Hanhan, who were watching too, “Has she used this kind of thing before? She seems pretty adept at lighting the fire.”
“Absolutely.”
Jiang Hanhan didn’t bother hiding that Xia Yu had spent quite a while learning from Master Chen. “Xia Yu has been helping out with Master Chen every day. Handling these tasks is no trouble for her at all.”
“Ah, so there’s a teacher involved.”
With that in mind, seeing Xia Yu flipping the wok proficiently didn’t surprise him that much. If her kn*fe skills were impressive, her ability to handle the wok probably wasn’t too shabby either.
Even the other cooks watching were stunned. The younger generation sure knew how to impress—a feeling of inadequacy hit them.
Soon enough, the scallion stir-fried lamb was done!
Sniffing the aroma, Xia Yu knew she had nailed it, even better than the last time: “Come give it a try.”
Chef had expected as much; simple as the dish is, it’s tricky to make it right. He was curious to see what new tricks Xia Yu might show.
To pass the scallion stir-fried lamb test, the goal is to have the outsides seared and the insides tender while still getting the lamb scent in the scallions—it’s quite the challenge. Otherwise, Xia Yu wouldn’t have opted for this dish, and honestly, Chef might struggle with it himself.
Sure enough, after tasting a piece of lamb, Chef wore a satisfied smile: “Pretty good, pretty good. So, who’s your master? Teaching you must keep the name in the game.”
“Eh… well…”
Xia Yu glanced elsewhere, feeling a bit awkward. “My master says I can’t use his name if I haven’t finished my apprenticeship, to avoid causing embarrassment.”
“I see! Your teacher is something else.” Chef took another bite, feeling elated. It was then that Xia Ling remembered to ask a practical question: “Uncle, we did the cooking. Can we borrow the pot back?”
“Sure, yes. I promised you guys would get to do it, and I’m quite satisfied with this.”
Suddenly, Chef seemed to remember something and walked over to the cold storage unit, pulling out a huge bag of pork bones: “Those bones are yours; use them for soup.”
Not just that, but after fetching the materials, Chef called out to three idle staff members, “There’s no gas outside, it’s tough for the students to cook. You, help them move the pots and iron racks from the warehouse to their camp.”
This gesture really put Xia Yu in awe: “So many! Moving them back will be quite a chore.”
“Don’t worry! How few strong boys does your class have? They should pitch in, or else the soup is for nothing.”
Chef patted Xia Yu’s shoulder with a smile, “Fine, show the way for them to bring everything to your camp.”
…
On the side, news spread quickly that Xia Yu, Xia Ling, and Jiang Hanhan borrowed the pot. Everyone in Class 15 hoped they would succeed because the barbecue had grown tedious. If there were more appealing dishes, it would be heaven-sent.
True to their hopes, within half an hour, they returned, each holding some ingredients, accompanied by three young men dressed as chefs helping carry stuff.
These young men were supposed to be learning how to assist with kitchen duties, but their playful nature could not be tamed. In the end, Chef made them helpers.
In truth, they were envious of Xia Yu’s skills—knowing their job mainly included washing ingredients and occasionally slicing poorly.
But just as they hesitated to ask Xia Yu for tips, they arrived at Class 15’s campsite.
Ultimately, they had their pride; they didn’t ask Xia Yu to teach them. Seeking knowledge from a child would have been embarrassing.
Not only did they borrow the pot back, but they also got bonus bones and ingredients. The Class 15 gang now viewed Xia Yu differently.
He Gongxing was also curious how Xia Yu acquired all the supplies: “Where did you get these bones? Did you pay for them? Let me check if the class fund can cover it.”
Before Xia Yu could explain, Jiang Kekai chimed in again, hugging Xia Yu’s neck and addressing the group, “Surprised? We won these items; the pot is free to borrow, and all the others are gifts from Chef.”
Xia Yu: “…”
Xia Ling: “…”
Jiang Kekai didn’t care about embarrassment, and the others were happy so long as there was food and use.
Xia Yu wasted no time setting up the pot on an iron stand, connecting the gas, and assembling like a little genius.
Meanwhile, Jiang Kekai dialed a number, “Dad, I need to requisition a helicopter; come pick me up later. Get it ready for me.”
