"But this is your one and only chance. If you fail to take me down now, then you’d better just follow my orders. Otherwise, don’t think for a second I’m just here as a figurehead!"
Director Gao’s eyelids drooped. "Oh? Are you even in a position to be making promises? The ancients said that women and petty men are the most difficult to handle. Who knows if you’re actually the one in charge here."
"Of course I am. If worst comes to worst, I’ll just quit," Zhu Yun had barely finished her sentence when Director Wang broke out in a cold sweat.
He couldn’t resist stepping forward to issue a warning. "Director Gao, the higher-ups have all personally witnessed Director Yun’s capabilities. If you’ve got the skills, then go earn yourself a director position instead of acting one way and thinking another!"
The leadership had already anticipated this. Given Zhu Yun’s youth and striking appearance, they knew her talent might be overlooked and that she would have trouble commanding respect from this group of arrogant chefs. That was why they had specifically warned several cafeteria directors during yesterday’s meeting.
But apparently, it hadn’t done much good. He turned back and whispered to Zhu Yun, "For heaven’s sake, miss, just give the orders and let the leadership deal with disciplining them later. This Director Gao has the best knife skills around and has never met his match. If you lose, how will we get anything done in the future?"
The culinary arts of Xiahua Country were incredibly refined, with masters who had reached the pinnacle of their craft in every discipline. Director Gao’s knife skills, in particular, were passed down from a retired master chef of the Imperial Kitchen. It was for this very reason that he had always looked down on everyone else; there was no way he would willingly submit to a young woman’s authority.
But Zhu Yun just smiled and waved her hand. She turned to the resentful but self-controlled Director Gao and said, "Director Gao, how about a competition? If I win, you will follow my orders. If I lose, the director’s position is yours, and I will resign immediately."
Director Gao’s eyes shot open. "Are you serious? Talk is cheap. Let’s put it in writing!"
Zhu Yun nodded graciously. "Fine by me. Anyone else not convinced can step forward too. We’ll treat this as a skills exchange. Let’s sort out any objections now so we can avoid future conflicts at work and making a fool of ourselves in front of others."
The other men lacked Director Gao’s pride and temper; they were all just holding on to their secure government jobs until retirement. They were resentful, to be sure, but if a man their age had been made director, they wouldn’t have said a word.
"D-Director Yun," one of them stammered, "we don’t have Director Gao’s level of skill. You compete with him, and we’ll act as witnesses. Whoever ends up as director, we’ll support them!"
"That’s right! We only respect those with genuine talent."
"We’ll compete on three dishes: Boneless Fish, Wensi Tofu, and Golden Lionfish!"
When Director Gao announced the three dishes, the crowd couldn’t help but gasp, even though they had expected him to pull out all the stops. A moment later, they were buzzing with excitement.
To witness such masterful knife work was a true blessing for any chef!
He raised an eyebrow, a faint smile on his lips. "Director Yun, I assume you’ve heard of these three dishes? If not, then there’s no point in competing."
Zhu Yun slowly and deliberately rolled up her sleeves, a faint smile playing on her lips. "As it happens, the cafeteria just received a batch of live fish this morning. Let’s begin, shall we?"
Director Gao’s brow twitched for a moment before he turned and strode confidently toward the back kitchen.

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