Chapter 922: Chapter 390: Turns Out He’s a Hardcore Fan in Black Anti Disguise? Comrade Deep Sea, Thank You for Your Hard Work!

The fans left Xie Baomin at a loss for words, so he could only shoot Xiao Jia a look, then wiped his mouth:

"We’re pretty much done eating, so we’ll head back first."

Wu Kexin knew exactly who Old Gao was. Seeing Xie Baomin beat a hasty retreat, she smiled and said:

"It’s his personal privacy, not convenient to reveal, let’s not get sidetracked, okay? Let’s start tasting today’s main dish, also the one the boss specifically told us we must promote—the Brown Sugar Ginger Jade Paste. It kind of looks like a veggie rice paste."

She took a bite, and instantly fell in love with the texture and flavor.

"Wow, anyone who likes ginger has to try this. The taste is amazing and the texture is super silky. They say every portion is made personally by Boss Lin—seriously stunning!"

Dai Jianli hadn’t left. He didn’t really know what was going on, but seeing Wu Kexin steer the topic away, he joined in on the dessert talk:

"Anchor Wu, do you know what this dessert is made of?"

"What?"

"Kelp! Your boss’s in-laws gave Little Brother Lin a set of ancient books, which record some uncommon dishes from the Imperial Banquet. Little Brother Lin saw a dessert made with kelp and tried to recreate it. At first the flavor was okay, but it was rough on the stomach, so he creatively added white kidney beans..."

The netizens were stunned.

The court recipe from an ancient book not only got recreated by Boss Lin, he even improved and innovated on it. Just how much talent do you need to dare do that?

In the RV in Turpan, Old Gao, who was watching the video, wrote down the ingredients for the Brown Sugar Ginger Jade Paste and couldn’t help praising:

"Heaven‑sent talent, my disciple really is heaven‑sent talent!"

Not long ago he’d been on the phone with Lin Xu, complaining that some kelp desserts from the palace had been lost. He never thought it’d already been successfully recreated, and even improved.

This kind of talent is what so many chefs dream of.

Next to him, Luo Shan asked with a smile:

"Not mad at your eldest disciple anymore?"

"I’ve cooled off, but when we get back I still have to give him a beating. I finally raised that alt account of mine, and now it’s scrapped just like that."

"Scrapped then scrapped. You can just make a new small account later, I’ll throw in a few more tips, and you’ll raise the fans back up again. Don’t be upset, pretty boy."

Old Gao glanced at Luo Shan:

"Why are you being so considerate? What are you plotting?"

Luo Shan chuckled, wrapped her cashmere shawl tighter around herself, and asked with a smile:

"I want to know who you sent that secret email to last night. Was it that Lucy?"

Old Gao: "..."

You even monitor my email? Is there no justice? No law?

He clutched his head:

"Ay, I ate a few too many raisins just now, I’m a little drunk... I need to go take a nap. Whatever it is, we can talk after I wake up..."

With that, he hurried into the bedroom of the RV.

Once Old Gao went in, Luo Shan picked up her phone and sent a WeChat message to a contact:

"Last night, he sent out an email. Was it to you?"

Soon, the other party replied:

"No!"

Then came a long string of English.

Luo Shan long‑pressed the message and chose auto‑translate. A line of text quickly appeared under the English:

"Didn’t expect Robin to be this kind of person. Sis, you should break up with him, there’s no need to put up with this. I support you!"

Luo Shan burst out laughing:

"Little foreign lass, you’re trying tactics on me now, huh? If I broke up with pretty boy, wouldn’t you be so happy you’d take off on the spot?"

She held down the voice button and said softly:

"Stop daydreaming, Lucy!"

At the entrance of Lin Ji’s Food, Xie Baomin said to Xiao Jia:

"Head back to the company. Edit it and post it. It’s already been streamed anyway, nothing to hide. Remember to add that it’s a joint creation with Wu Kexin."

"Okay, Teacher Xie... You’re not leaving yet, are you still not full?"

"Full my ass. Our whole sect is facing a major crisis. I’ve got to hurry and talk with my junior brother about how to handle it."

"What crisis?"

"My master might be about to uphold justice at the expense of family!"

With that, Xie Baomin stomp‑stomp‑stomped upstairs, while Xiao Jia scratched his head blankly.

Your whole sect is only three people, right?

If there’s more ’justice over family’, will there even be anyone left to hold up the signboard?

"Junior brother, junior brother, I accidentally ripped off Master’s alt account. If he comes back and decides to uphold justice over family, what do I do?"

Upstairs, Xie Baomin asked Lin Xu anxiously.

"Uphold justice over family" was a bit exaggerated, but once Master gets worked up, he really might put on a show and beat the senior disciple half to death at the junior brother’s wedding for everyone’s entertainment.

So to prevent that scenario, he had to discuss it with his junior brother in advance.

Lin Xu was making Silver Shrimp Soup. Hearing this, he chuckled and said:

"When the time comes, just have Yu Fei and Yu Hang beg for mercy, problem solved. Besides, I’ve already ripped quite a few vests off Master myself. Look at me, I’m still alive and fine, right?"

Ripped quite a few already?

Looks like Master actually doesn’t care that much about having his alt accounts exposed.

If that’s the case, then I can relax.

Seeing Lin Xu ladling the freshly made Silver Shrimp Soup into a basin, he asked:

"Which table is this for?"

"Table fifteen downstairs."

"Fifteen... isn’t that Gou Junguo’s table? Did that guy come here specially to praise you today? Don’t let the servers take this one, I’ll bring it to him myself."

Lin Xu was a bit curious:

"Who’s Gou Junguo? Why the big ceremony?"

Xie Baomin said:

"He’s the front desk manager of Yanjing Hotel. Originally, because of my video, the two sides were at each other’s throats. He came today to check out the place—I thought he was here to nitpick. Who knew he’d keep praising you, every dish that came up he praised. Even I was getting embarrassed. For a bro like that, we have to show enough respect."

Under these circumstances, daring to openly support Fishing Platform like this, he was definitely a warrior.

So Old Xie planned to personally serve Gou Junguo his dish.

Downstairs, Gou Junguo wiped his mouth and said:

"The duck is good, but I don’t believe there isn’t a single dish that’ll flop. Just wait, the fail might be right around the corner."

But instead of a flop, he got Xie Baomin personally bringing over a pot of soup:

"Here, bro, try this Silver Shrimp Soup my junior brother made himself. It’s a soup recreated from an ancient book, very rare. You’ve really got an eye for this, bro."

Bro?

Who are you calling bro?

Our two sides are supposed to be enemies right now, why are you calling me bro?

Trying to cozy up to me?

Xie Baomin set the pot down, patted Gou Junguo on the shoulder and said:

"Bro, I really didn’t expect you’d support Lin Ji’s Food and Fishing Platform this much. Say no more—whenever you need help, just say the word. The eighteen head chefs at Fishing Platform will all have your back."

Gou Junguo: ??????

I came here to find fault and pick holes—how did I suddenly become one of you?

If Manager Ye finds out, won’t he make my life miserable?

God, I’m panicking. Send help!

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The second update this early—if I don’t do three Chapters today it’s hard to wrap things up. This Chapter is 5,200 words, asking for Monthly Tickets, brothers!