The faint fragrance, although not as reserved and elegant as ordinary roses, has a kind of unrestrained and unrestrained bloom.
The shape of each of these nine chocolates is so unique that people can't bear to bite it.
Lin Kesong lowered his head and smelled the aroma of chocolate. It was rich and heavy, with the taste of nuts, rum and jam. Lin Kesong kept sketching Jiang Qianfan's fingers in his mind. Touch these chocolates, shape them, fill them, decorate them.
I don't know if he has tasted these chocolates.
Holding the chocolate, Lin Kesong couldn't wait to call Jiang Qianfan's cell phone.
When the other party's cold voice sounded, Lin Kesong suddenly regretted it.
What if the chocolate wasn't made by Jiang Qianfan? Most likely Mel bought it from somewhere for her...
The handwriting on the delivery note is not Jiang Qianfan's... nonsense, how could he fill in the delivery note without his eyesight!
Although she never spoke, Jiang Qianfan on the other end of the phone never stopped the call.
It's not her Lin Kesong's style at all.
"Mr. Jiang, I got the chocolate. And climbing roses. Thank you."
"No thanks, the roses were cut by Mel."
"…Thank you anyway."
Lin Kesong was a little disappointed, so this gift still came from Mel. This delicate, with a little romantic taste, no matter how you think about it, it is not Jiang Qianfan's style.
"Your voice is a little low."
"It's nothing." Lin Ke Song just wanted to find an excuse, but she remembered not to lie in front of Jiang Qianfan.
Even if they are not face to face.
"I don't know your taste, because you seem to be happy as long as you can eat it."
Therefore, the chocolate is made by Jiang Qianfan!
Yes, giving flowers or something is definitely not Jiang Qianfan's style, but chocolate...
"thanks."
"Remember, all food has an expiration date."
Lin Kesong laughed. Jiang Qianfan really knew her well, and knew that she might be reluctant to bite into these exquisite looking chocolates.
Jiang Qianfan terminated the call.
"Say two more words, will you be choked?"
Lin Kesong picked up the chocolate in the center of the box and put it into his mouth.
The bitterness of cocoa and the sweetness of sugar are just right, not too sweet, the taste of milk and butter is looming, and there is a hint of spiciness, like a jumping fire, passing over the tip of her tongue.
It was the first time for Lin Kesong to eat chocolate with a spicy taste, but this spicy taste added a surprise to the originally balanced palate.
This is not only a gift from Jiang Qianfan, but also an advice from him.
He never tells her what to do, but lets her think about what needs to be done.
At this time, Jiang Qianfan was sitting on the terrace, and Mel was reading a briefing for him.
Jiang Qianfan sat quietly on the sofa, with a cup of hot tea on his right.
"By the way, sir, Timshy Wicker also participated in this competition. Is this a fraud, but he has stayed with Mrs. Quentin since he was a child and learned to cook. He is a genius."
"During the audition, what are the requirements of the competition committee for the contestants?"
"Non-professional."
"In this case, he did not violate the rules of the game. He is not a professional cook."
"It's just Mrs. Quentin's hole. She must have heard from somewhere that the audition is for the worst dishes. Croissant can't win against Timshy Wicker. That kid has been in and out of the kitchen since he was six."
"I didn't ask Ke Song to win." Jiang Qianfan replied lightly.
"Sir, it is clear that Mrs. Quentin wants to take this opportunity to become famous."
"I never wanted to make a name for myself with Croissant."
Mel exhaled helplessly: "Sir, Mrs. Quentin obviously doesn't think so. I even wonder if Elise knew her mother's intentions long ago and didn't tell you."
"That's not something we need to worry about. Mel, anyone who wants to take a shortcut to climb a peak will fall harder than the average person. So don't worry Mel, just wait patiently and you will see what you want to see. the result of."
Mel opened his mouth, but in the end said nothing.
At this time, Nina walked in, "Sir, Miss Lin has already left, can you sort out her room?"
"Then clean it up."
"I'll take those books back to your study."
"The books won't be used anymore. Leave them where she left them."
Nina looked at Mel suspiciously, and Mel nodded at her.
"If you really care about Ke Song that much, you can actually go to watch her game live."
"I will go, but not now."
"gentlemen?"
"Wait until she feels my presence is motivation, not pressure."
"Okay. One more thing. Song Yifan of the Song family came to New York. It seems that he really wants to cooperate with the Jiang family."
"What does he want?"
"Maybe you want to participate in your food street project in New York. Or, you hope that Jiang's restaurant can be settled in a hotel newly invested by the Song family in New York."
"The former cannot guarantee profits at all, and the latter is more in his interest."
"Yes, you can use your reputation to upgrade his new hotel."
"His purpose is too conspicuous, too far from his younger brother."
Mel laughed.
Lin Kesong searched for a long time, but her uncle didn't have a vase here, so she had to find a glass, filled it with water, put the climbing rose in it, and took it back to her room.
Song Yiran was still taking a nap, and Lin Kesong didn't bother him, if he sat quietly at his small table and flipped through his notebook.
Everything is quiet, as if back to the library of the university days.
Until it was close to dusk, Song Yiran's phone rang.
He sat up lazily from the bedside and answered the phone.
"Hey... you're in New York? I'm still sleeping..."
"Sleep? It's already five o'clock now?"
"Had two drinks with friends at noon."
"Okay, wherever you are, come to my hotel right away. I've sent the address to your phone."
Hanging up the phone, Song Yiran rested his elbows on his knees, resting his chin on his palms and looked at the screen with interest.
"Your elder brother came to see you?" Lin Kesong asked, tilting his head.
"'Look at me' is just a matter of passing. I'm leaving." He came to Lin Kesong's side and flicked his finger on her forehead, "I wish you good luck in the next game."
"Good luck is not enough, you must really have strength." Lin Kesong answered with his head raised.
Song Yiran smiled, and when he left, his eyes stayed on the glass at the corner of the table.
The pure white rose bloomed arrogantly in front of his eyes.
In an instant, his eyes darkened.
"Hey, do you want to come for dinner tonight? I'll cook!" Lin Kesong raised his eyes and said with a smile.
"I'm going to see my eldest brother. It is estimated that he will act like a eldest brother and scold me until dawn. Next time."
Song Yiran walked out with his pockets in his pocket.
That night, Lin Kesong used his uncle's room to make a scrambled egg with tomato.
Lin Xiaoxue smelled the smell in the next room, came to the kitchen, and watched Lin Kesong skillfully beat eggs, cut tomatoes, pour oil, stir fry, and the fragrance was overflowing.
She pursed her lips and happened to be seen by Lin Kesong who turned around.
"Are you hungry? Would you like to eat together?"
"Isn't it just tomato scrambled eggs? Cousin, eat it. It's only half past four, and I'm not hungry yet." Lin Xiaoxue turned around and went back to the house.
Lin Kesong knew that she would answer like this.
She was ready to send it to her uncle. Chefs and other employees in the restaurant eat earlier than the average person.
Tomato scrambled eggs is definitely not enough. Lin Kesong also made fried shredded potatoes and fried fish-flavored shredded pork.
The scent was so strong that Lin Xiaoxue couldn't stay in the room anymore. She got out of the room and watched Lin Kesong carry the tray downstairs.
"Xiaoxue, I left you and I's dinner in the kitchen. Uncle is busy these two days, so he might not come up to cook for you. If you're hungry, eat it!" Lin Kesong said as he went downstairs .
"Oh, I see." Lin Xiaoxue stood at the entrance of the stairs, until she couldn't see Lin Kesong's figure, then put her head back.
Lin Kesong saw the bottom in less than three minutes as soon as he delivered the dishes.
The uncle touched his chin and said happily: "Ke Song! You are better at cooking than your uncle I am now! It seems that my Lin Kee restaurant needs to change the chef!"
Everyone else bowed their heads to eat, and even the soup was swept away. Then they all looked up and said, "I must come again tomorrow!"
It can make everyone feel delicious, and Croissant is very happy. She took the plate back upstairs and back to the kitchen, only to find that the dishes left in the kitchen were almost bottomed out. There were only a few shredded green peppers left in the fish-flavored shredded pork. If there were still two solitary tomatoes on the plate of tomato scrambled eggs, Lin Kesong really didn't know what was originally on the plate.
She looked at Lin Xiaoxue's room, the girl closed the door tightly and didn't say a word, probably because she felt embarrassed.
Lin Kesong ate the rest of the meal, tidy up the kitchen, and returned to the room to recharge.
Not sure what the theme of the next game will be? After the taste feast, is it time to test the knife skills
That night, the first game of the Masters show was broadcast on TV. After ten o'clock in the evening, my uncle and Lin Kesong sat in front of the computer and watched the replay of the game on the Internet. The expression on Lin Kesong's face looked calm, but he was nervous to death.
The other contestants obviously modified their appearance, and the female contestants all put on their makeup. Only she looks ordinary.
The popularity rankings of the contestants are published on the Internet. First on the list is Victor. After all, no one could resist his smile. Even the unsmiling Nobuo Goto ranks third on the popularity list.
It was Ke Song, who came in second from last. Because there are hardly any shots given to her, plus the appearance doesn't look anything special. If it wasn't because she won the second place in the taste, the photographer finally gave her a few close-ups, there is no doubt that she is definitely the last one in popularity.
"Tell me, have all these contestants hired any stylists? Would you like to do a hairstyle and let Xiaoxue paint you makeup?" Uncle Lin said worriedly, "Don't be because of your popularity. High, so those judges deliberately gave you a low score."
"No, this is not a beauty pageant." Although he thought so, Lin Kesong was thinking about whether he should really dress up a little.
"Hey, the host also said that this is a professional competition. Since it is a professional, you should use your ability to speak, and what is the popularity vote?"
"Because we want the audience to participate, to increase the ratings."
Lin Kesong returned to her room. She opened the wardrobe and looked at it. There was really no clothes that would stand out under the camera.
She even thought it was amazing that there were two contestants in high heels wearing wine bottles. If they really started cooking, would they really be guaranteed not to fall over at the workbench
Sitting on the bedside and thinking for a while, Lin Ke Song finally gave up the idea of dressing himself up.
She doesn't have the ability to wear high heels, and makeup makes her uncomfortable. For example, Lin Xiaoxue's thick false eyelashes glued to her eyelids really won't block her vision
Wednesday's arrival was like the blink of an eye.
The competition committee took her to the Red Vinson Hotel in a special car. She walked into the elevator.
This elevator is for the exclusive use of competitors.
In front of the elevator door, she met several contestants. Among them was Victor.
Wearing a simple T-shirt and denim overalls, he smiled heartily and chatted with several other contestants, completely unable to feel the atmosphere of competition.
Lin Kesong stood behind them and listened to their topic quietly.
"Hey, you're Croissant, right? I'm Sansa! You're really good, you can get nine points in a palate!"
It was a freckled girl of the same age as her, with a fair face and slightly curly brown hair, looking like a doll.
Lin Kesong remembered her instantly: "You are the player from Denmark! You are ranked second in the online popular vote!"
Sansa rubbed the tip of her nose and said a little embarrassedly: "You don't need to care about that kind of vote! It's more important to have actual ability!
You can actually get the second place in the taste feast, other contestants are starting to pay attention to you! come on! "
Only then did Lin Kesong realize that the other contestants turned their heads to look in her direction. Even Victor came over and looked at Lin Kesong with curious eyes.
"Hey, who is your mentor? If you tell me yours, I'll tell you mine too!" Victor looked at Lin Kesong with a serious expression.
At this time, Nobuo Goto, who had been silent for a while, suddenly spoke up: "Don't tell him. If you say it, he will just blink innocently and say, 'You don't know that you can't reveal your mentor's information without the mentor's consent? '. Then he will tell his own mentor who your mentor is and make a series of plans for your mentor's cooking style."
"Ah..." Lin Ke Song never thought that Victor looked so young to have such thoughts
"It's so boring. Goto, if you keep meddling with your business, I'll be the first to deal with you!" Victor shrugged his shoulders and raised a smile at Goto, "Goto, it's as if you were tricked by me. Same!"
At this time, the elevator door opened, and while the other players were still waiting to see what was going on, Nobuo Goto walked in coldly.
The atmosphere suddenly cooled down, and everyone walked in one after another.
Lin Kesong stood in the place closest to the door.
As the elevator went up, someone tapped her on the shoulder.
Lin Kesong turned around and saw Victor.
"Don't listen to that Gotou's provocation, I'm not that bad."
The elevator door opened, and they came to the floor of the competition venue. Lin Kesong replied in a low voice, "We are just here for the competition. Other people's comments are not important."
The group walked out of the elevator, and the staff led them to the door.
When the door opened again, Lin Kesong's mood was even more uneasy than before. Because she knew that this game would be far more difficult than the previous one.
Back at her workbench, looking up, she found that the audience was as full today as it was yesterday.
Uncle still brought his relatives and friends to cheer him on. I just didn't see any sign of Song Yiran. Probably he was with his elder brother.
On the other hand, another unexpected person came to the scene to cheer her up, that is, Dr. Xie.
Wearing a suit and rimless glasses, he raised his hand slightly and waved at Lin Kesong.
Even though the distance was a little far, Lin Kesong could still feel the reassuring smile on his face.
She knew who Dr. Xie was representing to watch the game. Just as he had told her before leaving Jiang Qianfan's villa, he would keep looking at her.
"It's a pleasure to see you all again. Of course I'm enjoying being surrounded by so many people again."
Annalise covered her heart and made an exaggerated but cute gesture.
"Today, the judges of the competition have been locked up in the dark room! So no matter how harsh they make, it is not face to face. And, more or less, I believe that every contestant can get points. Unless Your cooking level really hasn't improved at all since it was three months ago."
Lin Kesong looked at his workbench. Compared with the last time, there was a square fryer in front of him.
Could it be French fries today? Or fried chicken wings? Fried chicken
"Haha, it seems that all the contestants have discovered the frying pan in front of you." Annalise walked between all the contestants with a deep smile in her eyes, "So everyone should understand that today we are going to Anything you make will definitely use a fryer.”
At this time, the staff pushed the cart and came among them, and distributed the boxes one by one in front of everyone.
"You're welcome, you can open the box. It contains the most important and necessary ingredients today."
Lin Kesong was also very curious. Together with all the contestants, she slowly lifted the lid of the box.
There were actually several potatoes lying inside!
God, do you really want to make french fries? Indeed, french fries can test knife skills and also test the mastery of heat... Fortunately, she has secretly cooked french fries many times in Jiang Qianfan's kitchen.
"Today's exam questions were drawn up after the twelve judges discussed together. Do you think you're going to make french fries today? If it's french fries—that's really boring! Today's exam question is this!"
At this time, a staff member pushed a cart in front of Annalise, which was a dinner plate covered by a metal cover.
Everyone craned their necks, wanting to know what was inside the hood.
Annalise lifted it slowly, and a strong smell of potatoes and fresh shrimp came from the gap.
The photographer gave a close-up of the plate, and on the big screen behind Annalise, a golden-colored one, adorned with young parsley leaves, and a few halved tomatoes were paired next to the hash browns. There are no special effects, but it is very attractive.
Many viewers began to swallow.
"This is the hash brown tower! Don't look at it as a home-cooked dish, but there's a lot of tricks and considerations here. Remember, you're making hash brown towers not for family and friends to try, but to give away To twelve extremely demanding food judges. To pass their taste, you have to work hard. Not only can't make any mistakes, but you have to surprise your palate!"
Lin Kesong took a breath.
Potato pancake towers… oh my god! She didn't do it at all!
Don't say she hasn't done it, she hasn't even eaten it!
Although it is a home-cooked dish, it is not the home-cooked dish that she often comes into contact with! This looks like some kind of "box" but it's made of potatoes!
"Ah, Victor, I see you laughing."
"Yeah, growing up, I watched my mom make this hash brown many times! And every time she made it, it tasted different! So I also want to give the judges a different taste! ' Victor showed his signature dimples.
"Ah, where's Goto?"
"It reminds me of tempura." Goto replied lightly.
"So Gotou is also a master of frying pans." Annalise walked around in front of Lin Kesong, "But Kesong, you look nervous! Have you ever used a frying pan?"
"I've used it." Lin Kesong nodded.
"So you haven't made hash browns?" Annalise asked with a smile.
Lin Kesong smiled embarrassedly, tacitly acknowledging that he did not do it. Even in China, she sees more pancakes made of shredded potatoes, and the potatoes in the potato pancake tower shown by Annalise seem to be lumpy.