The tasting continued, and on the big screen was David, president of the Gourmet Association.
"Although it is delicious, the lack of saltiness cannot be made up for... What a pity... "
David shook his head regretfully.
Although other judges affirmed the cooking level of the seafood stew, they also pointed out that the imbalance of taste makes it unsatisfactory.
Victor only got 7 points for this dish, falling from the original first place.
The audience sighed in unison and felt sorry for him.
Annalise walked up to Victor and comforted: "It's okay Victor, the game is still going on, no one knows what the theme of the next round will be. Anything is possible!"
Victor's smile lost its brilliance before, and his strong expression holding back tears was moving.
Annalise came to Nobu Goto, clapped her hands and said, "Your strategy has worked, and Victor's ranking has dropped to third place."
"Such a thing will happen sooner or later." Nobuo Goto said lightly.
The audience didn't seem to understand the meaning of Goto's words, and Annalise showed a playful smile: "Oh? What do you mean?"
"Young and ambitious. I thought the world revolved around him, and I could do whatever I wanted." Nobuo Goto's expression didn't even change.
The audience showed different expressions, as if they didn't understand why Nobuo Goto had such obvious hostility towards such a cute boy.
However, Lin Kesong felt that Goto Shin was possessed by Jiang Qianfan? Speak directly to the point of embarrassment.
Annalise clapped her hands, tapped Nobuo Goto's shoulder and said, "We want this kind of competitive atmosphere! Only competition can generate sparks of inspiration and let the players make exciting dishes. !"
The awkward atmosphere finally eased. Annalise showed her resilience in navigating the scene.
"Today's game is over. Some are proud and some are disappointed. I would like to remind you that all success and glory are temporary, because you have not yet reached the top. On the contrary, the higher you stand, the more dangerous it is, because you will become the next A round of criticism."
The round ended with Annalise's words.
Lin Ke Song understood that Annalise was actually reminding her. The heights are extremely cold, and it is still unknown what she will face after this.
After the end, Lin Kesong left with the other players.
Coming to the lounge prepared by the competition committee for the players, Lin Kesong found that Elise was sitting on the sofa and seemed to be waiting for someone.
Victor ran over and hugged her tightly, as if he didn't need to pretend to be strong when he finally returned to his family. It seemed that Victor not only knew Elise, but also had a very familiar relationship. Elise was in the audience for the same reason that Victor was there.
Elise patted his back and looked at Lin Kesong.
The feeling of thorns in his throat made Lin Kesong uncomfortable again.
Elise is her predecessor. In this industry, in Chinese terms, she is "the arrogant girl of the sky". Lin Kesong had intended to avoid her, but he didn't expect her to stop her.
"You should know that it was just a fluke that you beat Victor this time?"
After saying this, the players who were still in the lounge looked over.
Lin Kesong didn't know what to say for a while.
The players who had not left looked over as if they were watching a good show.
"Why don't you speak?" Elise's eyes locked tightly on Lin Kesong, as if she was looking at a clown jumping on a beam.
Bruce came over, stood in front of Lin Kesong, and said to Elise, "The outcome is decided. Chef Quentin, it's really useless for you to struggle with this result as a senior."
Elise turned her face sideways, her eyes seemed to go around Bruce and return to Lin Kesong: "Bru, I'm asking Lin Kesong, not you."
Lin Kesong took a breath, took a step to the side, stood beside Bruce, looked straight at Elise, stabilized his mood, and answered clearly, word by word, "Chef Quentin, if it's me Given the ingredients that Victor got, I should also choose to make seafood stew. Because there is no oil, I can't even make fried rice. Victor lost because he didn't have any salty seasoning, right?"
Elise looked at Lin Kesong coldly, waiting for what she had to say.
Victor also turned his head to look at Lin Kesong. Obviously, he felt that it was bad luck for him to lose to Lin Kesong.
"Victor, do you remember what the prawns Nobu Goto gave you were in?"
"In the bag."
"What's in the bag?" Lin Kesong asked.
After being stunned for two seconds, Victor opened his mouth as if he had been hit, and was speechless.
The other players also responded.
"Of course Victor knew that the bag contained sea water. But do you think it's possible to boil enough salt to cook stew from that bag?" Elise was still chasing after him.
"Why is it not possible? One kilogram of seawater contains about thirty-five grams of salt. He can cook the salt while cooking the rice. When cooking salt, don't pour the whole bag of seawater into it at once, but in small amounts. Pour in and cook. Although it may not be enough time, at least he has a chance to win, but he has not even tried."
Lin Kesong walked towards Victor and looked into his eyes very seriously, "In turn, I want to ask Victor, after he removes the flour from the ingredients, what can he do with the remaining berries and eggs? Is it really egg stew with berries?"
Victor couldn't bear Lin Kesong's gaze and turned his face away.
Those eyes that were betting on Lin Kesong with the meaning of watching a good show now have a little more appreciation and admiration.
Elise chuckled lightly, leaned to Lin Kesong's ear, and said in a voice that only they could hear: "Do you think these little clevernesses mean that you have learned all of Jiang Qianfan's skills? You will never be him. "
"I never thought about being him." Lin Kesong has been looking forward calmly and replied calmly, "I am Lin Kesong."
Elise paused and chuckled.
"This is how Jiang Qianfan taught you? If you can't win, comfort yourself? When the final result is revealed, do you really think that your success or failure has nothing to do with Jiang Qianfan's reputation? Or, he just wants you to be so naive go down?"
Elise pulled the corners of her lips, raised her chin towards Victor, and the two left the lounge.
Lin Kesong stood where he was and rubbed his nose amusingly.
She knew Jiang Qianfan, and what he said was the same as what he thought in his heart. She would never be shaken by Elise's two or three words.
Maybe she's not really a genius, but at least she's not mediocre.
"Are you all right, Croissant?" Blue came to her side, and was a little worried when she saw that she didn't know what she was thinking.
"I'm fine, I'm fine! Come on next game, Blue!"
"Of course!" Blu showed a hearty smile.
When Lin Kesong was about to leave the hotel, she received a call from Jiang Qianfan.
"Is the game over? I'll pick you up."
Once the cool voice softened, there was a deep sexy.
Lin Kesong's heart skipped a beat. Thinking of her agreement with Song Yiran, she could only say, "Song Yiran invited me to dinner at noon today... He seems to have something to discuss with me. So, I think... "
"Friends are important too. Go ahead. I'd like to eat your hay-smoked eggs tonight."
"You know what I did in this game?"
Lin Kesong's eyes lit up, didn't Jiang Qianfan not come to watch the game
"Of course I know. See you tonight."
Does he know? How did he know? Did someone tell him, or was he actually watching her silently in a corner when she didn't notice
"OK!"
Lin Kesong originally thought that Jiang Qianfan would be unhappy, but he is much more generous than he thought!
His ears were raised, and as soon as Lin Kesong turned his face, he bumped into Song Yiran.
"What? After winning today, I can't even tell the difference between east, west, north and west?" Song Yiran raised the corner of his lips, and that smile was still very visually lethal.
"I won a thrilling victory, okay! The next game might fall from the sky."
Thinking of what Elise said, I still feel a little uncomfortable. She was able to win, and it really depended on luck. If Victor hadn't grabbed a vanilla-wrapped liqueur, she wouldn't have a chance of a surprise victory.
"Then do you know how I feel watching you play?"
Song Yiran leaned towards her. She thought she would see the half-joking cunning in his eyes, but she didn't expect his eyes to be like the bottom of a lake covered with soft fine sand, and her heart softened.
"How do you feel?"
"It's like putting all of my capital into stocks, and I went from a bull market to a bear market and then from a bear market to a bull market in one day. Fortunately, I'm young and don't have a heart attack."
Song Yiran raised his hand to cover his chest, and Lin Kesong laughed along with him.
Song Yiran drove out of the car and took Lin Kesong away.
On the street opposite the hotel, a stern-faced man held the blind cane in his hand with an indifferent look in his eyes.
Mel in the passenger seat turned his head and said, "Sir, Miss Lin has left."
"Then let's go back."
"...Sir, I heard that the Song family is about to sell the Audrey Hotel."
"Song's family should stop at first taste. If they haven't accumulated enough contacts and capital, they won't come back to New York easily. The farce at the birthday banquet did not leave a bright spot or a good reputation for them in the business world of New York."
"Also, Song Yiran refused to marry the Chu family," Mel added.
Jiang Qianfan folded his fingers on his blind stick.
"Does this mean that he already has the capital to confront his eldest brother?" Mel tried to ask, "If the Song family plans to sell Audrey, it is very likely that there will be a problem with the capital chain, and they want to keep the domestic market. Ruiheng Hotel. Song Yifan will definitely invite new shareholders to join, so if we want to…”
"Of course we want to buy shares. Song Yiran will definitely not miss this opportunity to buy shares in other names, so as not to be discovered by the Song family."
"You want to dilute his stake?"
"Um."
"Is it because of Ke Song? Because she cares too much about Song Yiran?" Mel asked uncertainly.
"Do you think that because Ke Song once liked Song Yiran, I have to deal with him?"
"Isn't it? There is a Chinese saying, 'Killing the enemy 10,000 will lose 8,000'. What interests do you have while you dilute Song Yiran's shares?"
Jiang Qianfan turned his face slightly, and the sunlight fell on his shoulders along the edge of the car window, which seemed to be quiet and cold.
"I can sell the equity back to Song Yiran at a high price. He will definitely want it." Jiang Qianfan put away his blind stick and put it back into his coat pocket without hesitation, "It's not because of the war caused by women. It's just because Jiang's needs only. The Quentins have been restless, and they have been staring at the place I plan to use to build a Chinese food street. And the Quentins have a good relationship with the mayor of New York, plus they see that the Songs want The ambition to enter the American market has been frequently extending an olive branch to Song Yifan at Song Yiran's birthday dinner."
"So sir... are you worried that the Quentin family will unite with the Song family?"
"Yeah, if that happens, I'll have to surround Wei and save Zhao."
"I understand, I will do this in secret."
"thanks."
The wind poured in from the gap in the car window, Lin Kesong closed his eyes and felt the breath of freedom.
Out of the intense competition, at this moment, she felt like she was about to fly.
"Hey! I'm already hungry! Where to eat!" Lin Kesong bumped Song Yiran's shoulder with his hand.
"Eat Mala Tang."
"Huh? What?" Lin Kesong turned his face suspiciously.
When she saw the smile on Song Yiran's lips clearly, she immediately understood that this guy was playing with her again.
"Eat fried chicken and chips."
"Is there any end?" Lin Ke Song pushed Song Yiran hard.
"I'm driving, and your violence against the driver is tantamount to suicide. What, are you going to die with me?"
Song Yiran turned her face to lean on her intentionally, Lin Kesong looked at the front with an indifferent expression, but Song Yiran had to take an inch, and her ears could almost feel the other person's breath passing by.
"Stay with me, or die with me?"
Song Yiran's expression was persistent and crazy, as if to shatter her world.
Lin Kesong was inexplicably frightened.
It wasn't until two seconds later that she suddenly remembered that it was a line from a certain TV series.
Breathing out without a trace, Lin Kesong reached out his hand in disgust and pushed Song Yiran over, "Drive your car!"
"Your ears were red just now." Song Yiran said lightly, holding the steering wheel in both hands, looking ahead.
Lin Kesong turned his face away until the car drove farther and farther, and Song Yiran kept silent about where to go. Lin Ke Song simply closed his eyes, tilted his head, and fell asleep. Anyway, when he wakes up, he will know what Song Yiran is selling.
After an unknown amount of time, Lin Kesong rubbed his eyes and straightened up.
The harbor seems to be visible in the distance, and the shelves are erected by the sea, and it can be seen that it is a Ferris wheel.
Could it be that Song Yiran is insane and wants to take her to ride the Ferris wheel? But this time the disease is a bit violent, this Ferris wheel has not been built yet! Are they going to hang on the swings
The car had stopped, and the car smelled of fried chicken and chips.
"Wake up? Eat." Song Yiran pressed the paper bag of fast food into Lin Kesong's arms.
"When did you buy it?"
Unbuckling the seat belt, Lin Kesong sat up.
"When you sleep like a pig." Song Yiran pinched her nose.
"Where is this place?"
"Staten Island. It's the least populated and most remote borough in New York. It used to be the largest landfill in the world."
Opening the door, Song Yiran walked out, holding the paper bag and sitting on the front hood.
Lin Kesong also sat down beside him.
The warm wind came onward with a slight taste of the sea, and the world seemed to expand as well.
"I've heard... This should be the legendary Ferris wheel that is about to become the world's tallest, right?"
"Yeah. Staten Island doesn't always exist in people's sights like Manhattan or Brooklyn. It's been silent until this Ferris wheel, which is big enough to overlook the Statue of Liberty in Manhattan, finally gets attention."
Song Yiran raised his head slightly, Lin Kesong looked at his profile, and could feel all his expectations for life and the future.
His sight is far away, as if in the sky.
Song Yiran is like Staten Island in the Song family, always neglected and forgotten. Once he is given a chance, he will overlook everything.
Although she has no social experience, she knows that a man like Song Yiran will succeed sooner or later.
"You said that when Staten Island becomes a bustling tourist attraction, will you still be by my side?" Song Yiran turned his face to the side.
His eyes seem to be frivolous, as if all his emotions are in the mirror, but as long as he calms down, he can feel the persistence that is well suppressed.
If it was before, Lin Kesong would answer him with certainty: I will.
But now, she has Jiang Qianfan.
She misses the man's temperature, his embrace, and even his unchanging expression.
He made her firm.
Therefore, she would not answer Song Yiran.
"I won't marry Chu Ting. I have always wanted to prove my significance in the Song family. I have sacrificed a lot for this proof. But my marriage... Absolutely not."
When she looked into Song Yiran's eyes and saw her own shadow, she suddenly had an unrealistic guess.
It seems that Song Yiran has always left her ordinary to her. He can be drunk and play the world, but in the end, he never forgets to stay by her side, accompany her to eat roadside stalls, go to the market, watch movies, and do the most ordinary things.
She suddenly realized that all the things her boyfriend would do with his girlfriend, except kissing, he had done for her.
"I actually hope that you don't sacrifice your marriage. Remember when Chu Ting called me in China, and then I fooled her for a long time. Don't you like girls wearing high heels and short skirts? "Lin Kesong asked with a smile.
"of course I remember."
"Every girl has the right to be happy, I am like this, and so does Chu Ting. Whenever a girl is serious about you, you will break up with them. On the contrary, the kind of girl who only wants to live a luxurious life with you, You take all the bills. You can't afford Chu Ting's sincerity, so I helped you that day, but also to help myself. I don't want your happiness to be used to prove the meaning of your own existence. Of course, you know Don't you know it's a beautiful thing that the person you love also loves yourself?" Lin Kesong said with his head tilted.
"It sounds like you're in love with someone?" Song Yiran asked.
"Yes."
"Jiang Qianfan?" Song Yiran looked away from Lin Kesong's body and focused on the skyscraper's shelf.
"Um."
She and Song Yiran have always talked about everything. She never wanted to keep any secrets from him. It was before, it is now, and it will be.
"You've only known him for more than three months." Song Yiran still looked into the distance, as if wandering.
"Six months to be exact. I met him when I was in China. It's just that... falling in love with someone has nothing to do with time. Whether it's half a year or ten years, that's a kind of mood. You will have it too. "
"I always have." Song Yiran jumped off the front hood and went back to the door, "Let's go, I'll take you back."
"Just going back? Don't you have something to discuss with me? It's just about Chu Ting?" Lin Kesong tilted his head, trying to see Song Yiran's expression clearly.
But the other party seems to be avoiding deliberately, always giving her only the side face.
"My friends and I invested in a small restaurant. When the game is over, do we want to work in the kitchen there?"
"You mean being a cook?"
"Yeah, you can be the head chef." Song Yiran's voice was light, as if it was about to melt in the wind.
"I'm afraid your restaurant will go out of business." Lin Kesong said this, but he was looking forward to it.
"It's just you, it won't make me bankrupt." Song Yiran freed up a hand and rubbed Lin Kesong's hair vigorously, "I'll take you to see my restaurant next time."
"Okay!" Lin Kesong crunched his fried chicken.
She is really hungry.
On the way back, Song Yiran drove the car attentively, without even joking.
The sun was a little dazzling, and Lin Kesong, who was full of food and drink, began to feel sleepy again. She tilted her face, trying to avoid the midday sun.
Song Yiran took out a blindfold and threw it to Lin Kesong, "Go to sleep, pig!"
Lin Kesong happily put on the blindfold and put on a comfortable posture, "Since it's a pig, of course we're going to sleep when we're full!"
As the car drove all the way, Lin Kesong made a slight snoring sound.
Song Yiran's speed gradually decreased until it stopped on the side of the road.
His hands clenched the steering wheel, just lowered his head slightly, the warm liquid dripped down, unable to dry, leaving little marks.