I'm the Culinary God-Chapter 762 - 337 Geng Lele: From today on, call me the Assist King! [Extra for Mr. Cat cerys]_3

Chapter 762: Chapter 337 Geng Lele: From today on, call me the Assist King! [Extra for Mr. Cat cerys]_3

"Okay, Junior Brother, everything is ready. Bring over the Drunken Crab, and I’ll heat up the wine."

Lin Xu responded, pushed open the door of the cold storage, and carried a whole large jar of Drunken Crab into the kitchen.

Once he twisted off the sealed lid, a fragrance of alcohol mixed with an indescribable freshness instantly filled the air.

"Wow, this aroma is really spot on!"

Just as he started heating the water for the wine, Xie Baomin came over. Seeing the large crabs inside, he immediately felt the urge to drink.

With a pair of clean bamboo chopsticks, he fetched half of the crabs out.

Well, Drunken Crab is good, but one shouldn’t eat too much, or else there would be protests from the stomach.

As for the other half, it could be eaten another time; as long as it’s soaked in the drunken brine, the crab won’t go bad for a short while.

He brought over a clean chopping board, placed the crabs on it, and cut them open from the middle.

The crab roe, yellow mixed with red, was exposed, along with a rich and delicious flavor.

He cut open a third, left a third whole for those who knew how to eat to enjoy the pleasure of cracking and eating the whole crab.

Those not adept at cracking crabs could opt for the sliced ones, simply sucking the roe from the cut—easy and straightforward.

The remaining third was placed on a steaming tray and put into the steamer.

If your gut is weak but you still want to taste the Drunken Crab, this is the compromise to go for.

Before long, the crabs were cut, and the wine was heated. Time to start!

"Come on, let’s start drinking! Huh? Where’s Professor Cui?"

As Lin Xu came out of the kitchen with a full tray of Drunken Crab, he realized that Cui Qingyuan, who was originally waiting outside, had disappeared, leaving only Old Huang looking melancholic out the window.

Shen Baobao and the others were there, but facing the raw Drunken Crab, they felt somewhat timid.

Chen Yan wanted to try, but with her uncle and aunt there, she decided to act prudently as a junior.

"Upstairs. President Yan wants to invest in the Horse Farm, and Dad invited Professor Cui to give his advice."

President Yan came?

Lin Xu felt like he had missed countless juicy stories.

He hadn’t expected that while he was in the kitchen learning to make Ginger Duck, so much had happened outside.

He said with a smile, "Then please let President Yan also try my Drunken Crab to see if it’s the authentic Old Shanghai taste."

Shu Yun clacked upstairs in her high heels.

Soon, Shen Guofu and a few others came downstairs, everyone’s face filled with smiles; obviously, the investment talk went well.

His senior brother also came out of the kitchen with the heated Rice Wine.

"Not one of President Yan’s crabs was wasted; we made all the leftovers into Drunken Crab. Since you’re here today, you can do the quality check."

Cui Qingyuan pushed his glasses up and volunteered to pour drinks for everyone.

Yan Lin said with a smile on her face, "Oh my, I don’t understand gourmet food like you do. I just eat to fill my stomach. Unlike you, who’ve been picky since you were young. The first time you freeloaded at my place, you complained that the Braised Pork Belly was too sweet. You almost got kicked out by my grandma..."

At this moment, President Yan seemed like a young girl, speaking quickly and excitedly, with a lot of Shanghai dialect mixed in—a complete contrast to the stern, no-nonsense image of the corporate female CEO she usually projected.

Geng Lele, holding half a sliced Drunken Crab with her chopsticks, took a taste of the crab roe and asked in surprise, "Wow, President Yan, you and my teacher are childhood friends? No wonder Teacher was upset last time I said Xu Bro’s lotus cake was sweeter than a first love; he must have thought it wasn’t as sweet as you."

Humph, play coy with me, will you? Then I’ll deliberately steer the conversation toward romance.

After all, I’m just a kid; any slip of the tongue is blameless.

Teacher, wait for my assist, okay!

With Yan Lin present, Cui Qingyuan’s tone also became more lively. "Don’t talk nonsense, Lele," he said. "President Yan isn’t sweet, she’s spicy. You have no idea; the first time I met her, she called me a little rascal and was really fierce!"

Seeing everyone’s curious faces, the Tsinghua University professor hurriedly covered for his sweetheart. "Of course, that was when we were kids; she hasn’t been like that since growing up..."

Yan Lin, holding a whole Drunken Crab, lifted the lid to give it a taste. "Wow, this flavor is magical..."

After taking a couple of bites of Drunken Crab, President Yan looked at her childhood friend with a teasing smile. "Really? Never been like that?"

Cui Qingyuan’s face immediately turned red as he was reminded of the past.

It was in the early 2000s when QQ was just becoming popular. He was studying for his Ph.D. at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology, while Yan Lin, then in her twenties, already had a net worth of several million.

One day, Yan Lin updated her QQ status: "My boyfriend sent me an email!"

Upon seeing the status, Cui Qingyuan immediately wanted to see the contents of the email. He easily cracked Yan Lin’s email password, only to find it filled with spam.

There was only one saved email in the draft box.

After opening it, it read in bold letters: "Little punk, if you snoop through my emails again, I’ll chop off your dog head!!!!!"

This was the first time he’d seen this nickname again since becoming an adult.

From that day on, he never again cracked Yan Lin’s email password to pry into the private life of his childhood friend.

Instead, he devoted himself entirely to the sea of knowledge, gradually moving into the field of artificial intelligence and becoming an authority in this area step by step.

When Cui Qingyuan returned to China with numerous honors, he found that his childhood friend was already worth over a hundred million—a true wealthy lady. At that time, he hadn’t even secured a job, so romantic pursuits had to be put on hold.

As time passed, President Yan’s business went smoothly, and her net worth approached ten billion.

After several failed entrepreneurial attempts, Cui Qingyuan resigned himself to accepting an invitation from Tsinghua University, becoming the head teacher of a talented class, a position he held up to the present.

Lin Xu tasted the Drunken Crab, feeling that the taste of freshness had been completely replaced by the flavor of watermelon.

Everyone’s eyes were ablaze with the fire of gossip.

Clearly, they all wanted to know the love-hate saga of this lovelorn couple.

But neither of them brought up the matter; instead, they began to look forward to the Horse Farm in Yinzhou.

"I want to visit Yinzhou when I get the chance. Lin, your culinary skills are so impressive; Yinzhou’s land and water must have nurtured you well. Professor Cui, you should come too. You’re always cooped up in the city teaching. Don’t wear yourself out."

Yan Lin skillfully ate the crab, occasionally taking a sip of the warm Rice Wine.

But in her words, there was concern for her childhood friend.

Cui Qingyuan nodded. "I’ll go, take in the scenery there, and if I get the chance, I’ll gallop on a horse... You shouldn’t just focus on making money either; you need to relax sometimes too."

Only when you’re well can I be at ease in Beijing.

Yan Lin pouted like a little woman. "You should worry about yourself more. I’m doing great, with fitness trainers and nutritionists abound... But I will take care of myself; it’s all about balancing work and rest."

And now you know to care for someone. Too late.

She wanted to retort but, fearing her tone would be too harsh, quickly softened her speech. By the end, it even sounded a bit coquettish.

Old Huang took a sip of his Huadiao wine, his eyes filled with regret.

Did I come all this way by taxi just to eat this crab-flavored public display of affection?

Xie Baomin also felt some regret. If he had known, he would have dragged Teacher Su, who was preparing lessons at home, to come along. This scene of unspoken mutual affection, where both parties held back, was something even TV dramas couldn’t replicate.

Chen Yan quietly sent a message to Shen Baobao from her phone: "Am I usually this melodramatic?"

"Your condition isn’t that severe; there’s still hope for you."

While everyone was getting impatient with these two melodramatic souls, the Breaker, Geng Lele, appeared. "President Yan, I have an awkward request. I don’t know if I may speak."

Knowing that Geng Lele was Cui Qingyuan’s most prized student, Yan Lin asked with affection-by-association, "What is it, Lele? Do you need funding or something? Just say it; I fully support you."

"It’s not about money, it’s something else..."

Little Mushroom Head said earnestly, "A fortune teller said I would face a hurdle when I turn eighteen. It would require the help of an outsider, someone I’d call with a title containing the word ’mother’ for a month. I thought I could just call my professor’s wife ’Madam’ in college, but he turned out to be single..."

The girl rambled on and on until finally getting to the point. "President Yan, may I call you ’Madam’? It’s not like I’m trying to play matchmaker or anything, I swear. I’m purely trying to avert disaster... Can I, President Yan?"

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