Su Wuyao was utterly stunned, frozen in disbelief as she stared at the object before her.
A National Special Grade Chef Certification?
"I didn't find any secret funds, but… what is this? Do chefs really have certifications?" Su Wuyao asked, puzzled.
She had little knowledge about the culinary industry. In her mind, chefs were simply cooks at restaurants—skilled at making meals, but requiring certifications? Tests? It all seemed absurd.
"Streamer, you don't know this? Chefs absolutely have certifications!"
"Regular restaurants might not require them, but prestigious star-rated hotels and high-end restaurants demand these qualifications."
"And a national-level chef certification? It's as hard to obtain as reaching the heavens!"
"I'm a cook myself, and that's the ultimate honor I've dreamed of!"
"Am I the only one curious about who this certificate belongs to?"
…
The barrage of comments gradually enlightened Su Wuyao—chefs indeed had certifications!
And for someone to possess this certificate, their culinary skills must have reached astonishing heights.
But this raised an even bigger mystery. She couldn't recall Qin Hao knowing any famous chefs—let alone someone at a national level!
Flipping the certificate open, she read the name written on it: Qin Hao.
The issuing organization was the China Culinary Association, dated six years ago.
Su Wuyao was dumbfounded.
Meanwhile, the livestream audience was growing increasingly impatient and curious.
"Who is this Qin Hao?"
"Streamer, do you know him? Is he your husband's friend?"
"Wow, your husband knows a national-level chef!"…
Su Wuyao swallowed hard and said, her expression bizarre, "My husband… is named Qin Hao, but… that's impossible. He can't cook at all."
When they first got married, she tried teaching Qin Hao to cook, but his attempts resulted in burned eggs and disastrous stir-fried potatoes.
After several failed trials, she gave up, concluding that Qin Hao had no talent for cooking.
But now…
What was this?
A National Special Grade Chef Certification!
Could Qin Hao have been pretending all along? Not only could he cook, but he was a master chef?!
"Wait, streamer, are you sure you haven't been deceived?"
"He can cook—but not just cook! Hiding this for three years? That's next-level secrecy!"
"This is explosive! Way more shocking than secret funds!"
…
After pondering for a few seconds, Su Wuyao shook her head and said, "No way. This must be fake. My husband probably got it as a joke from a place that forges certificates."
She refused to believe Qin Hao could cook, let alone keep such a massive secret for three years!
The certificate's issue date was six years ago, when Qin Hao was just 19 years old.
She had no idea how long it would take to achieve such mastery, but obtaining this honor at 19? It seemed too far-fetched.
As she spoke, she moved the certificate aside and looked further into the suitcase.
There was another certificate underneath—a pale gold one. Its title read, Vice President of the China Culinary Association – Qin Hao!
"What the…?! Vice President of the China Culinary Association?!"
"A vice president-level position? That can't be real—it's the China Culinary Association, not some small-town organization!"
"It's definitely fake. Streamer, you should call the police. Your husband forging this many fake certificates is illegal!"
Su Wuyao found herself at a loss for words to describe how she felt.
After years of marriage, during which Qin Hao had never cooked a single meal, how could he possibly be a vice president of the China Culinary Association?!
Silence engulfed her as she processed the revelation.
She wasn't finished yet and continued rummaging through the suitcase.
What she found was mind-blowing.
More certificates. A dizzying array of credentials—all culinary-related.
Not just domestic accolades, but international ones too!
A certificate from a U.S.-based organization listing Qin Hao as one of the Top Ten Chefs in the World Hall of Fame.
Another recognizing him as one of the Twelve National Treasure-Level Chefs.
The discoveries didn't seem to stop, each more surreal than the last.
Adding to the mix were numerous certificates from competitions no one had even heard of, with a single common theme—Qin Hao's name graced every one of them!
After quickly flipping through all the certificates, at the very bottom of the stack lay something that wasn't a certificate at all. It was an aged, slightly yellowed document resembling an invitation.
Curious, Su Wuyao picked it up. Bold characters leaped out at her: Grant of Viscount Title – The Empire of the Eagle. A Viscount title?
Goodness!
Su Wuyao's jaw dropped.
When she opened it, the contents read: "In recognition of Mr. Qin Hao's outstanding culinary achievements, we hereby invite Mr. Qin Hao to join the Empire of the Eagle and bestow upon him the title of Viscount."
Gulp.
Su Wuyao swallowed hard.
This… this was too much!
But what truly stunned everyone was what lay at the bottom of the document—a large, bold "Declined" written across it.
Clearly, Qin Hao had refused!
The livestream chat went utterly silent. Everyone was utterly dumbfounded.
Unbelievable!
Certificates from culinary competitions across the world, spanning every cuisine and region; top-tier chef recognitions; and now even a rejected nobility title?
After a brief pause, the livestream chat exploded.
"What the heck did I just witness? This guy is a god-tier master chef!"
"The Empire of the Eagle wanted to make him a Viscount, and he said no? If you're going to make things up, at least make it believable. These certificates are so fake—did you really think we'd buy this?"
"Come on, you can't seriously believe a guy in his twenties, married for three years, could have achieved all this before tying the knot. What is he, superhuman?"
"Exactly. Even if he started tossing pans in the womb, this level of mastery is impossible."
…Initially doubting herself, Su Wuyao finally regained her composure.
"You're all right. We've been married three years and known each other for four. I met him when he was 21."
"And all these certificates are from before that. He must have had them made for fun before we met."
"As for this nobility document, it's from seven years ago. Back then, he was only 18. How could that even be possible?"
"The earliest certificate here is from nine years ago—this China's Golden Chef Award. Nine years ago, my husband was just 16. Competing at that age and winning? That's ridiculous."
To be fair, Su Wuyao's reasoning made a lot of sense.
The viewers quickly agreed.
"Exactly. The Golden Chef Award is the highest honor for chefs in China, with all the country's top culinary elites competing. A 16-year-old? That's a joke."
"When I was 16, I was just a kitchen hand. I'm 40 now and only just became head chef at a major restaurant!"
"Streamer, your husband has some unique hobbies. It shows how much he dreams of cooking, but alas, no talent. Those certificates must just comfort him. Haha…"
…
The chat filled with laughter and dismissive banter.
Of course, no one believed it. If there had only been one certificate, and not an exaggerated collection, someone might have entertained the idea. But this? It was too fantastical. If true, it would be nothing short of a miracle.
Or rather, a divine act!
But then, just as skepticism was settling in, someone dropped a bombshell.
"Streamer, I just looked it up online. Nine years ago, a teenager won that year's China's Golden Chef Award, shocking the global culinary world. And that teenage champion? His name was Qin Hao!"