"He actually made eight portions..." Ma Lu remarked as he looked at the row of plates on the table.
"Um, because replicating it was harder than I imagined," Sun Mei admitted, "I've been trying all sorts of methods this afternoon, but I haven't been able to complete it."
"But I remember you once said that a chef should just stick to their own path, that someone else's path, no matter how good, has nothing to do with you..."
"That has nothing to do with the path," Sun Mei said, "I just wanted to understand the techniques involved."
"Give it up, you can't do it," Ma Lu stated bluntly.
He had a favorable impression of Sun Mei, so he didn't want Sun Mei to be stubborn and end up going down a dead end.
Old Wang wasn't an ordinary chef, not only because his culinary skills were superior to other chefs, but most importantly because he was not human.
Therefore, he could perform many operations that human chefs could not, and his precision was extraordinarily frightening.