Chapter 1571 - 1553: Not Tiring

With one move, you can tell the difference from a pro, and they’ve been chefs for so many years. Watching Marcus Quinn’s knife skills and fluid actions, it’s clear he’s a culinary master.

The man moves from one step to another swiftly, and soon the greens with Mandarin fish are out of the pot, leaving only a pot of spicy crayfish.

The group is still immersed in the fresh aroma of the greens and fish as the spicy scent of crayfish fills the entire kitchen.

"Quick, take it to my private room. Cover it up, and check if Old Liu and Old Joe have arrived," Gabriel nervously instructed, ordering the dish to his private room, his face filled with excitement, "Be careful, don’t spill it."

"Mr. Gabriel, let me taste the braised ribbonfish," the manager gleefully suggested, his eyes glowing as his boss held onto the dish.

"Alright, taste it, then take it to my room," Gabriel handed the braised ribbonfish to the manager, suppressing his craving, and looked at Marcus Quinn as if he was seeing a glittering gold vault.

He comes from a family of inherited chefs and has tasted culinary delights across the world, yet compared to today’s flavors, those once deemed delicious instantly pale in comparison, even the signature dishes from Luxury Flavors aren’t worth a tenth of what Mr. Quinn makes.

They may all follow the same steps in cooking, but why is the flavor so different?

Gabriel was so excited his face turned red, racking his brains on how to recruit Marcus Quinn to Celebration House. Given that Marcus sells pig trotters, he’s likely in need of money. With Marcus holding the fort, not just Fountain City, but Celebration House could become the top gourmet building in the South.

The manager of Celebration House ate a piece of braised ribbonfish, savoring the layers of fresh braised flavor, fish taste, and spicy sauce on his tongue, his eyes shut in bliss. Such a simple dish yet so much flavor.

The manager nearly wept tears of joy, "This isn’t braised ribbonfish, this is life in its full flavors."

"Let me taste it..."

"I want to taste it too..."

The chefs, swallowing hard at the manager’s reaction, couldn’t hold back any longer, grabbed the chopsticks from the manager, picked up a piece of ribbonfish, and within moments the dish was cleared.

"Damn it, my ribbonfish!" Gabriel, seeing his carefully saved dish devoured by the chefs, felt heartbroken, stamping his feet and pounding his chest, turning his anxious gaze towards the freshly made spicy crayfish.

Marcus Quinn took off his apron and hat, and carried a large bowl of crayfish back to his private room, while the remaining crayfish sparked a near fight in the kitchen.

"Stop! That’s my crayfish."

"Boss, you have so many dishes, let us taste the crayfish."

"You crazy bunch, who’s the boss here?"

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Marcus Quinn naturally couldn’t be bothered with the kitchen affairs. Upon reaching his private room, he saw Chester Walker and Attendant still waiting, having not started yet.

"Wow, spicy crayfish, bro, you’re truly my brother. No one makes crayfish taste as authentic as you do," Chester Walker exclaimed, his eyes turning red and his mouth grinning wide at the sight of the spicy crayfish.

Attendant also perked up, sniffing the fragrant scent of the spicy crayfish, swallowing hard.

"Let’s start," Marcus Quinn said, smiling at Attendant’s adorable expression.

A dish of braised ribbonfish, wild chili beef, greens with Mandarin fish, and three pounds of spicy crayfish, each dish was a formidable choice. Marcus removed the cover from the dishes and signaled the two to dig in.

Chester Walker usually ate by scrambling for food, especially back in the Military District when Marcus cooked; even a clandestine meal would cause a stir, and without fighting for it, you wouldn’t even taste a bite.

Seeing so many dishes, Chester Walker, not rushing, and young madam Attendant appeared dignified and quiet, he hesitated to start and pretended to be refined, grabbing a piece of beef and enthusiastically shouted: "Where’s the wine? Such great dishes need wine!"

The man easily put on gloves and started peeling crayfish for Attendant, casually saying, "Don’t you know chefs shouldn’t drink? Alcohol numbs the nerves."

"Were you drinking fake alcohol before?" Chester Walker nearly choked, watching the man place peeled shrimp into Attendant’s bowl, he let out a teasing laugh.

Attendant’s cheeks flushed as she poured three cups of honey grapefruit tea, drank a sip, and the rich, sweet tart flavor brought a smile and a sense of happiness.

"It’s not wild honey, so the taste is a bit off," the man gently said, "I’ll make a jar with wild honey when I get some."

"Alright," Attendant nodded and said softly, "I’ll peel it myself. You should eat quickly, you’ve been working all day."

She lowered her head after speaking, avoiding eye contact, and tasted a piece of spicy crayfish. The tender shrimp meat, having gone through several steps over high heat, absorbed the spicy savory flavor, causing her eyes to brighten and nod repeatedly, "Delicious, spicy, fresh."

Truly, it’s so fresh it’s numbing the tongue, the heat’s almost numbing it.

"Sister-in-law, Marcus’s cooking is exceptional. I’ve known him for nearly ten years and have tasted his food fewer than five times. It’s a rarity," Chester exuberantly commented while devouring the dishes, "You should make sure he cooks daily so I can mooch off meals too."

Attendant sipped more of the cool, sweet grapefruit tea, smiling, "Marcus is great, he cooks every day."

Chester Walker was shocked, shakily dropping beef back onto the plate, staring wide-eyed at Marcus, "Damn, cooking daily?"

Previously, even the commander couldn’t persuade Marcus to cook, despite pleading like crazy. Yet here he is, cooking regularly; the commander nearly shed tears reminiscing about Marcus’s culinary skills during Chester’s visit.

"Bro, have you been possessed? Cooking daily?" Chester’s eyes widened as large as a cow’s, shivering at the thought of Marcus cooking every day.

"Marcus is excellent. He gets up at dawn, cooks, does chores, then heads to work, and later prepares dinner," Attendant explained with a bit of embarrassment, "I can’t cook, so Marcus works hard every day."

"Not hard at all," the steady, introverted man finally spoke, his expression soft, presenting a bowl of peeled spicy crayfish to Attendant.