Chapter 736

Chapter 736:

Morris blinked, wondering if he’d misheard. “Wait, what? You’ve never trained under anyone? Are you saying these skills are… innate?”

“Not quite,” Ashton replied, his smile growing enigmatic. “It’s my medical knowledge that plays a big role.”

“Medical knowledge?” Morris’ face twisted in confusion. “What does medicine have to do with cooking?”

Ashton leaned back slightly, his voice carrying the weight of someone sharing a well-guarded secret. “They’re more connected than you’d think. Traditional medicine emphasizes diagnostic techniques—skills that are remarkably useful in cooking. Every ingredient has a peak time for consumption. By observing and smelling, I can tell when it’s at its best.”

He paused, eyeing Morris with a knowing glance. “My understanding of biological structures also plays a big role. It helps me handle every part of the meat with the right touch. You see, your methods for certain ingredients could use a little more refinement. You have the raw talent, no doubt, but perfection… Perfection comes from mastering the finer details. It’s those small, often overlooked aspects that elevate a dish from good to great.”

Morris nodded, his expression caught between enlightenment and befuddlement. Finally, he asked, almost hesitantly, “So… you’re saying that if I master medical skills, I’ll become a better chef?”

Ashton paused, momentarily at a loss. He had spent enough time with Morris to recognize that while the man was a prodigy in the culinary arts, his understanding of other aspects of life seemed to be lacking.

Before Ashton could respond, the kitchen door burst open, and Malcom stormed in, his expression a portrait of urgency.

“Mr. Deleon,” Morris sighed in exasperation, “are the customers demanding their food again? Can’t they wait a little? We’re not machines, you know!”

MⲾ𝓮 𝒹𝑒𝓉𝒶𝒾𝓁𝓼 𝒶𝓉 g𝓪l𝑛ovєls.𝓬0𝓂

Over the past two days, Morris had learned an array of new techniques under Ashton’s tutelage, but the workload had also grown exponentially. Malcom’s hurried appearances only added to the mounting pressure.

But Malcom shook his head, his breaths coming in gasps. “No, no, it’s not that. Something much worse. Stephen has arrived—with the Figueroa brothers—and they’re here to cause trouble!”

When Ashton heard that Stephen himself was leading a team to stir up trouble, a cold glint flickered in his eyes. From the moment he resolved to challenge the city’s three influential families, he had braced himself for such storms brewing on the horizon.

Without delay, Ashton and Morris followed Malcolm out of the kitchen and stepped into the restaurant’s main hall, where the tension was already thick in the air.

The moment they entered, Ashton’s eyes locked on Stephen, who was loudly criticizing the restaurant’s décor. His overbearing swagger mirrored Marc’s antics when he’d once ridiculed Ashton’s company, making Ashton wonder if arrogance was a birthright of the Crawford lineage.

Most of the restaurant’s staff, being relatively new, didn’t dare to cross someone as influential as Stephen. They hovered on the sidelines, their nervous faces betraying their unease, while they quietly sought to comfort the diners.

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