Chapter 1153
Mr. Dong, the man mentioned by the beautifuldy, was probably the owner of this ship."
Behind the beautifuldy was a magnificent door.
The beautifuldy moved two steps to the left, opening the path to the door, a hint of displeasure
was written on her face.
Henry nced at the head chef, who stood by the side, not showing any intention to enter.
This did not matter to Henry. For regr people, even for the head chef who was standing at the
door, this was something to be nervous about.
However, this was no big deal for Henry.
He pushed open the door in front of him and saw a luxurious hall. As he looked straight ahead, he
saw a viewing tform, on which one could sit at the very top of the ship and watch the vast open
sea from the best angle. That would be an enjoyment of the finest.
As soon as he entered the room, he found himself stepping onto a thick carpet of wool. Stepping on
it was a pleasurable experience. Henry did not see any slippers prepared for guests, which showed
that the host was not concerned about people stepping on that expensive wool carpet with their
shoes on.
The room''s decor showed a heavy European influence. It was obvious that the owner fancied this
style very much. The room even had a mock firece installed, which was only for the sake of
aesthetics.
There were lots of European-style furnitures in the room. Henry nced at them to realise that none
of them were cheap pieces.
"Young man, over here!" A voice sounded from the depths of the room.
Henry walked towards the voice. This room was massive, with several entryways. After several
turns, Henry finally saw a silhouette of a man. Upon the first sight of him, Henry was momentarily
stunned.
This was a man who was 1.6 meters tall, bald and about 50 years old. At that moment, he was
standing next to a stove. At first nce, one could tell that the stove was custom- made for him,
which was perfectly suited to his height.
"Come, over here." The middle-aged man waved over to Henry, and then turned around to face his
chopping board, then picked up the knife. On the chopping boardy various fresh ingredients.
"Allow me to first introduce myself. My surname is Dong, and I started off as a chef. I''m a crude man
and I don''t prefer others calling me ''boss'' and all that. You may just call me Mr. Dong. That was
what people used to call me in the kitchen," Mr. Dong spoke as he began to chop up the
vegetables. He did not chop not very quickly, if fact he was chopping them quite slowly, but it was
very clear that he possessed seasoned knife skills.
Henry noticed that there was a thickyer of calluses around Mr. Dong''s purlicue. It was obvious
that even after if he had made it, he still cooked very often.
Mr. Dong seemed to be reminiscing with Henry. "I was just lucky and made a small fortune, but
people like me were born less fortunate, causing me to be unable to enjoy the feeling of doing
nothing. I just enjoy cooking and making delicious food every day. Look at how the room is
decorated, they are all things I could not afford to have back then because of poverty, but now I
have it all, a cruise ship, beautiful women. Yet in the end, I havee to realise that it is all
meaningless. The one thing I enjoy doing most is cooking. Unfortunately, I''ve gotten old. In terms of
thinking or culinary techniques, I can''tpare with you young people."
Henry simply smiled and did not show too much politeness. He said, "Mr. Dong, you may just tell
me your true intentions." "Haha." Mr. Dongughed out loud, while his hand continued to cut the
vegetables. "I love chatting with people like you. Simply straight to the point. I don''t know many
tricks anyway, so I''ll just get to the point. How should I address you?"
"Just call me Syl Zhang." Henry said. This name hadpletely be his alias when he was out.
"I''m older than you are, so it should be alright to call you Young Zhang." Mr. Dong put down the
kitchen knife in his hand and put the ingredients that he had just chopped aside. Then he washed
his hands very politely and said, "Come, let''s go and talk over there."
Mr. Dong led Henry to the leather sofa in the hall and said to Henry, "Have a seat."
Henry did not refuse and sat down directly.
"Young Zhang, may I know where you learned this cooking method from?" Mr. Dong chuckled and
said, "I have tasted the dish you just made, and Chef Sun has also told me your process of cooking.
Although the reason behind it is simple, it is very difficult to perfectly grasp the distribution of spices
in the soup, as well as the temperature of ageing the meat. Without a strong foundation, it is
absolutely impossible to achieve that. If you don''t mind, I could replicate your dish using your
method, but I''d definitely be unable to make it perfectly as you did."
Henry shook his head and said nothing.
Mr. Dong sighed and said with an understanding expression, "Some seniors don''t like revealing
their names. I''ll be blunt, I''m reaching out to you this time because I want you to do me a favour and
help me participate in apetition."
"Apetition?" Henry ask doubtfully.
"Yes." Mr. Dong nodded and looked out at the sea through the French windows. "I''ve been cooking
all my life, starting all the way from a kitchen boy up till to now, I''ve won all sorts of awards and
earned heaps of money, but there''s still just one more thing that I can''t get rid from my heart. I know
that you''re not just a temporary staff, and I''m not interested to know why you boarded this ship, but
with the culinary skills you possess, you''ve probably heard of the Mengbaton Award, right?"
Henry nodded. He knew it, indeed.
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Mr. Dong sighed and continued, "The Mengbaton Award is known as the highest award in the world
for the culinary arts. Look at all these trophies. I have got all of them except for Mengbaton. I want
you to represent me in this Mengbatonpetition."
Henry shook his head and said, "Sorry, I still have some personal affairs to handle. I''m afraid I can''t
promise you that."
"You don''t have to refuse me so quickly. You''ve worked today, you should rest well and sleep on it
first. This award is truly something I desire. You cane up with your conditions. You don''t have to
live in the staff dormitory. I''ll get someone to arrange a ce for you."
"Uh." Henry asked sheepishly, "Mr. Dong, could you please let me choose a room in the VIP room?"
"Sure." Mr. Dong nodded. "Go outside and inform Sister Hui. Ask her to make the arrangements for
you. Remember to sleep on it. With all my experience as a chef in my life, I can see that you are a
capable man."
"Aright." Henry replied, then got up. "I''ll be leaving first then."
At present, the most important thing for Henry was to find a ce to rest. He did not know when the
chameleon man woulde searching for him tonight. If the other party had no considerations of
any sort at that time, a fierce battle would be unavoidable.
Henry walked out of the hall. Sister Hui was the beautifuldy of about 30 years old. She stood at
the door, chatting about something with the head chef. When they saw Henrye out, the two of
them stopped chatting immediately.
"Why is he already out so soon?" The head chef''s heart tightened. If he rmended a talented
person to the boss, he would also benefit from it.
Henry told Sister Hui his request.
Sister Hui snorted and said, "You want to live in the VIP room? What nerve! Can''t you see the
difference in stature?"
Henry''s expression was calm. "This is what Mr. Dong has promised me."
Sister Hui''s face was full of dissatisfaction, but she had no choice since Mr. Dong had spoken. She
shot a re at Henry and said, "Come with me."