I'm the Culinary God-Chapter 635 - 296: Little Helper, How Long Can You Keep Acting? The Representative Dish of Salt Baked Category! [Subscribe Please]

Chapter 635: Chapter 296: Little Helper, How Long Can You Keep Acting? The Representative Dish of Salt Baked Category! [Subscribe Please]

The crying on the other end of the phone didn’t last long before the call was disconnected.

Ren Jie put down his cell phone and sighed softly.

"With such widespread national publicity, people still get duped by the crude lie of gold being everywhere in Myanmar North and then get drawn into telecommunication fraud."

As a policeman, he had seen too many ordinary people victimized by telecommunication fraud.

The money swindled included elderly people’s life savings, children’s school fees, and the money families had scrimped and saved for years to buy a house...

Chen Yan chewed on the quail egg in her mouth.

It tasted good, delicious with a hint of smokiness.

But she felt uneasy, fearing that this young policeman would say something to make her cry too.

Ren Jie, unaware of her apprehension, was still thinking about telecommunication fraud.

"No one around you has suffered from telecommunication fraud, right?"

"Fraud? No, the people around me aren’t exposed to that."

Ren Jie took a bite of pressed pig’s head meat and remarked, as if to himself, "Those fake online orders, cashback schemes, inflated reviews, and even scanning QR codes on delivery slips for cashback—don’t believe any of it. It’s all fraud."

Chen Yan was taken aback.

Are there still such things on delivery slips these days? She genuinely didn’t know. At the company, Weiwei always helped her open packages, and at home, the nanny would have dealt with any deliveries before she finished work.

"I’ll mention it to my employees later, to prevent them from being deceived."

In light of such rampant fraud, it was time to bring up telecommunication fraud at the company. This would prevent anyone from getting duped and subsequently jeopardizing the company’s assets by taking desperate measures. Besides, it might also be a good idea to have the company’s streamers mention anti-fraud awareness during their broadcasts. Once public awareness is sufficiently raised, telecommunication fraud will have nowhere to hide. As a good citizen, both beautiful and intelligent, she felt it was her duty to cooperate with the police.

Ren Jie, while peeling a quail egg, said, "Don’t just warn others; you should be careful yourself."

You’re just a little assistant cook; working in Beijing must be tough. If you got scammed, you’d probably have no one to turn to, right? I should give her my number before I leave. That way, if anything happens, she won’t be completely lost and clueless.

He muttered as he popped the quail egg into his mouth, then his eyes lit up. "Oh, these quail eggs are delicious! Quite fragrant. You’re very skilled."

"Of course, I am the head chef, after all... Both dishes you ordered are perfect with drinks. How about some beer or something? My treat."

Having just witnessed someone cry after only a few words, Chen Yan’s voice was a little hesitant. She even forgot to add the "executive" part to her title and quickly changed the subject to the dishes.

Ren Jie finished one quail egg, found it tasty, and then reached for another, peeling as he spoke. "No, no, I need to finish my noodles and get back to the police station for overtime. I just dropped by today to try your restaurant’s noodles. The online reviews raved about them so much, they made my mouth water."

The police station? So he really is a junior police officer.

Soon, the floor supervisor, Little Dong, brought over the Tomato Egg Noodles. "Your meal is ready. If you’d like to order more, just let our Chef Chen know."

Ren Jie held his bowl and smiled faintly. Little assistant cook, just how many people did you get to help you spin this lie? He’d originally planned to call her out on not being an executive chef, but since she’d roped so many people into her charade, he figured he’d let her keep it up. Let’s see how long you can maintain this pretense.

He stirred the noodles in the bowl to mix them evenly, then lifted a mouthful with his chopsticks.

The smooth, springy noodles and the rich, savory tomato and egg topping made the young policeman pause. Accustomed to the police canteen, this was a delightful surprise.

"Wow, really delicious. No wonder netizens rave about it."

A couple of bites of noodles, then a slice of Lotus Root to refresh the palate... this is great! Totally worth coming here. Good thing I ordered a large bowl; a small one definitely wouldn’t have been enough.

Seeing him enjoy his meal, Chen Yan waved to Little Dong in the distance. "Bring him some Nori Egg Drop Soup so he doesn’t choke."

Little Dong came over and quietly asked, "Chef Chen... Head Chef, what would you like to drink?"

"Sour Plum Soup for me, no ice, just room temperature." 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Ren Jie, busy slurping his noodles, smirked inwardly. Calling her ’Chef’ so awkwardly... they didn’t rehearse this well enough, did they? This little assistant cook sure is vain.

Soon, the drinks and the Nori Egg Drop Soup were served.

Ren Jie tasted the soup and remarked, "Wow, this is really flavorful and light! Delicious. I’ll have to order this again next time. It pairs well with the noodles."

Chen Yan said, "Next time, you might want to try the Jade Soup marked with a five-point star on the menu. That soup is even more delicious, slimming, and I absolutely love it."

Jade Soup?

Ren Jie took a moment to recall, thinking of the soup he had seen on the menu.

The photo looked appealing, but the triple-digit price had deterred him from trying it.

A soup that costs over a hundred yuan? Can’t afford it, definitely can’t afford it.

"It’s made with Chicken Soup. First, the broth is simmered. Then, chicken breast is processed into a meat paste and added to the broth. The meat paste gradually clarifies the rich broth, turning it into a Clear Soup..." Chen Yan sipped her Sour Plum Soup through a straw, explaining how Jade Soup was made.

Ren Jie was taken aback.

Originally, he thought the price was steep, but hearing about the process, the triple-digit figure now seemed... well, not entirely unreasonable.

But... ’meat paste’? In professional culinary terms, shouldn’t that be ’chicken purée’? Oh, little assistant cook, you’re full of flaws, you know that?