Looking at you, sir. "Mel's eyes were filled with a wise smile that belonged to the elder.
"You want me to send someone to the competition."
"Sir, Jiang's owns the most powerful food empire that the Chinese have run in this country, with countless excellent chefs. But the person who can truly represent its highest level is you. If you are willing to participate and guide an ordinary I assure you, win or lose, this will enhance the popularity of the entire Jiang Clan and its affinity among the public."
"It doesn't sound like I'm a chef or a restaurant operator, it's more like I'm running for president."
"So you don't want to?"
"Cooking is the pursuit of balance, not a contest."
Jiang Qianfan's words will stop at the end.
Mel nodded and smiled, and such an answer seemed to be within his expectations.
"Maybe if you participate, something interesting will happen?"
☆, the copper bull of Wall Street
"I do not think so."
"But Dr. Xie thinks it's good for you. You need to communicate with the world outside yourself, not stick to your own city walls."
"I'm communicating well with you now."
Mel smiled and didn't go on.
When Lin Kesong came to Wall Street, she was a little disappointed.
This place, which gathers the most outstanding financial talents in the world, is not as high-end as she imagined. Many investment banks, trust companies, and insurance companies have their headquarters here, and Lin Kesong wondered how they could squeeze in. It's just that the more she walked inside, she saw those financial practitioners in suits and leather shoes passing by him, and the rich smell of money spread in the air.
Song Yiran bought two cups of coffee and handed one to Lin Kesong.
She drank it in her mouth, sweet. She knew that Song Yiran only drank black coffee, and the coffee she bought must have been specially instructed to add more milk and sugar. It's just a bitter taste that lasts a long time after the sweetness.
"Hey, when you save enough money, do you want to go to NYU Business School with me?" Song Yiran leaned down and said to Lin Kesong.
She could see his bright eyes and maddening face just by turning her face to one side.
"Ah? You went to speculate in stocks, so what am I going to do?"
"Well... you hug my thigh."
"You really want me to hug your thigh?"
"yes."
"Don't regret it."
"No regrets."
Just after Song Yiran finished speaking, Lin Kesong put the coffee on the bench beside him, lowered his body and hugged Song Yiran's leg suddenly.
She tried her best to suckle, but it was a pity that Song Yiran was too tall and had long legs, so she couldn't move at all.
This guy's arrogant laughter came from above Lin Kesong's head.
"Would you like me to hold your thigh instead?" He raised his eyebrows, and Lin Kesong's hidden thoughts were about to fly out.
"No!" Lin Kesong turned around and left.
Song Yiran will never understand the contradiction between wanting to get close and wanting to stay away.
It didn't take them long to walk the entire length of Wall Street.
In front of the bronze bull statue, many tourists took pictures by touching the buttocks of the copper bull.
Lin Kesong lowered his body and touched the copper cow's balls while Song Yiran was not paying attention.
But when she raised her body, Song Yiran was by her side, bending over to see what she was doing with interest.
This guy got too close, and Lin Ke Song almost rubbed his face. Immediately, his heart tightened, and he almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, Song Yiran stretched out his arms and picked up Lin Kesong.
"You're probably the first to touch the copper cow... balls and get so excited that you sit on the ground?" Song Yiran blinked.
"I was scared by you, okay!" Lin Kesong's ears turned red.
"Didn't you say you don't trade stocks, so you don't touch them?"
"What if I get fired one day?"
"Then you can touch it! Others touch you, what does it matter? Your ears are all red!"
Song Yiran reached out and held Lin Kesong's ear, so angry that Lin Kesong was hiding everywhere.
If Lin Kesong remembers correctly, Song Yiran used this embarrassing thing to mock Lin Kesong for a long time.
With Song Yiran, although Lin Kesong would probably die of anger, there was never a lot of delicious food.
On their way off Wall Street to see the Empire State Building, the two saw what seemed to be an event on the street. There were many onlookers, crowded and excited.
Lin Kesong jumped up and saw nothing.
And Song Yiran only raised his head slightly to see clearly by virtue of his height.
"It seems to be a culinary competition. I heard that the judges are still editors of some food magazines. They will select the best ones from the contestants to participate in a culinary competition. This should belong to the audition stage."
Song Yiran kindly explained to Lin Kesong who was beside him.
People keep going in, and people keep coming out. Although Lin Kesong's English is not as authentic as Song Yiran's, his listening has always been good.
"Hey bro! How are you feeling?"
"The judges criticized my cooking for nothing, and I'm going to have a shadow on the kitchen!"
"Who are the judges?"
"Winston, editor-in-chief of The Gourmet! David, the president of the Food Association, and Luke, a food connoisseur!"
"Oops! With such judges, isn't that only a master-level person who can barely satisfy their appetite?"
"But this competition is only for amateur cooking enthusiasts. Professional chefs are not eligible!"
"So strange?"
Although Lin Kesong likes to eat, he has no interest in cooking. She tugged on Song Yiran's sleeve and said, "Hey, let's go! It's no fun!"
But Song Yiran folded his arms and narrowed his eyes slightly, obviously brewing some bad water.
"Cross, you say... The editor-in-chief of a food magazine, the chairman of the food association, and other food connoisseurs, they usually only taste the masterpieces of the masters, right? Especially those chefs whose dishes have received Michelin stars."
"Ah... Yes." Lin Kesong felt that Michelin-starred food sounded very high, and it didn't belong to her life at all.
As long as she eats the special stir-fried dishes made by her uncle, she feels very happy.
"The scale of this audition is not small."
"What's the matter with us?"
"Don't you think it's such a fun thing to make these sly guys look ugly! Go, Croissant! Go and show your hands!"
Song Yiran held Lin Kesong's shoulders and led her into the crowd.
"I don't know how to make things! Don't let me go! Hey! Hey! Song Yiran, don't go too far!"
But Song Yiran had already brought her to the place where she signed up, and said all the information about Lin Kesong very fluently, and even put the pen into Lin Kesong's hand and insisted that she sign the registration form.
When Song Yiran asked about the registration fee, the other party said no. It's just that the other contestants got the news in advance and came with kitchen utensils and ingredients, but they didn't have anything.
Lin Kesong was embarrassed and wanted to leave, but Song Yiran directly bought the things that the other contestants brought out when they left.
There are frying pans, spatulas, tomatoes and eggs, as well as various bottles and jars.
"That's great! Croissant, don't you only know how to scramble eggs with tomatoes? Just make this for them! Remember to kill them!"
Lin Ke Song has not seen this guy smile so happily for a long time.
The sullen expression on his face made people ticklish.
Lin Kesong went in dizzy. On the other hand, Song Yiran explained that his friend had just come to the United States and his English was not good. He wanted to translate beside him. The person maintaining the order at the scene really put them both in very humanely, but he just repeatedly asked Song Yiran to cook in Lin Kesong. During the process, you can't help, otherwise Lin Kesong will be disqualified from the competition.
As soon as Lin Kesong entered, he found that there were countless people cooking their specialty dishes. Their expressions were very focused, clearly coming prepared.
She glanced at Song Yiran beside her and said, "Are you asking me to be the clown jumping beam?"
"The clown jumping beam is not you, but the three people sitting over there."
Song Yiran raised his eyebrows, Lin Ke Song looked over, and saw three men sitting on the jury's seat, all of them wearing very formal suits with serious expressions on their faces. The jury's table was covered with a clean white towel, and every contestant who made a good dish served the plate with a very respectful expression.
The three judges will exchange views with each other and tell the contestants their comments. It's just that none of the contestants left with a smile on their faces. It seems that their standards are really strict.
The way they were eating made Lin Kesong think of the big iceberg Jiang Qianfan. All the dishes served would only be eaten in one bite, and some would even spit out because they were too unpalatable in their opinion. This really hurts the cook.
"Hey, everyone else is here to play seriously, but we are here to play. It's not good."
"What's not so good?" Song Yiran had an expression that was afraid that the world would not be chaotic, "Remember to add a little more salt!"
"I just fried it, maybe they won't eat it at a glance!"
"I'll pack it up for you!"
Lin Kesong glared at the other party fiercely, she estimated that she would lose face this time!
She scrambled a tomato scrambled egg according to the normal method, but the appearance was really bad. On the other hand, Song Yiran followed the rules of the competition, neither speaking nor helping Lin Kesong.
The things on the plate were all mushy, and she didn't believe that the three judges were so stupid to put things in her mouth that she couldn't eat.
Wait, if that's the case, let's break the jar!
She didn't really come to the game anyway.
Thinking of this, Lin Kesong let go. She opened the various seasonings she brought in, added them randomly, then added water after stirring and continued to simmer.
After stewing until the tomatoes were rotten into the soup, Lin Kesong took them out and put them on a plate.
She glanced at the others' platters. Although none of them are professional chefs, they are very serious about styling their dishes.
Some of the dishes are very funny, while others are really like a high-end western restaurant.
In order not to let himself come here in vain, Lin Kesong decided to decorate his "chaotic stew" as well.
She poured the soup out of a bowl, wiped the edge of the bowl, and then rummaged to find a few celery leaves, which gently landed on the red soup surface. There is a bottle of black and thick sauce that I don't know what it is, and gently drip it on the edge of the celery leaves.
Lin Kesong was very satisfied with his arrangement, and nodded towards Song Yiran with a smirk.
Lin Kesong suppressed his nervousness and sent the "soup" to the judges. She was not afraid of the Rotten Tomatoes and Rotten Eggs thrown at her by the judges at all. She was only worried that they would not even eat what she made. In that case, the busy meal would be in vain.
☆、Hell strange soup
The judges looked at the soup, lowered down to smell it, and seemed to be still identifying what ingredients were used in the soup.
Foodie magazine editor-in-chief Winston was the youngest of the three judges.
He looks very gentle on the outside, with a high nose bridge, deep blue eyes, and a graceful smile when he smiles at Lin Kesong.
Winston took a look at Lin Kesong's registration form and said, "Are you from China?"
"Um... yes..."
"Don't be nervous, we are not bad people, but we are a little too serious about food." Winston gently stirred Lin Kesong's soup with a spoon, "Tell me about the soup you made."
Lin Kesong coughed lightly and said, "My English is not very good, so I want to ask my friend to explain it to the three judges in English for me."
Winston nodded, and they all looked at Song Yiran.
Song Yiran explained in mellow English: "This soup is called red soup, which is boiled by an ethnic group in China using tomatoes and eggs with dozens of spices. The technique is not just simple cooking, but requires Different ingredients are added at different times. Once the ingredients are added in the wrong order, the taste will change. This kind of soup will only be boiled by the mother when the daughter of each family is married. So generally speaking, each girl will have a lifetime of It may only be drunk once. Because of the decline of this minority culture, the soup is gradually lost. And my friend happens to belong to this ethnic group, and this soup was passed down from her grandmother to her mother and then to her. ."
This is really a good Chinese teammate! Speaking of this paragraph, my face doesn't change and my heart doesn't beat!
Song Yiran shouldn't study finance, a proper advertising elite! What a huge loss for the world advertising industry to lose his talent!
For a while, all the judges were full of interest in the soup in front of them. David, the president of the Food Association, even made a slight lick of his upper lip.
Eat, eat, eat! Guaranteed to give you an extraordinary experience!
"Then let's try this red soup."
The judges scooped up the soup and slowly sent it into the mouth, as if preparing to taste the deliciousness of the world.
First, food connoisseur Luke spit it out.
"What the hell is this! Are you going to destroy my tongue!"
Fortunately, Song Yiran had already made preparations and wanted to stand aside, otherwise he would have to be tricked.
David, the chairman of the Food Association, lowered his head and coughed desperately, his face flushed.
"My God! This is a disaster! Give me water - give me water!"
It was Winston, who swallowed the soup slowly, picked up the water glass, and took a sip.
"Very unique taste and texture. I can imagine why a mother would give her daughter this soup before she gets married. If you can swallow this soup, what can't you stand in a marriage?"
David, the chairman of the Food Association, who drank a whole glass of water, exhaled: "I hope the girls in your place will only marry once in a lifetime!"
Luke said to Lin Kesong in a very stern, almost roaring tone: "Do you know that this red soup is the best of all the dishes I have tasted in the past three years? - the worst!"
Winston took a napkin, wiped his mouth, and made the final touch up: "Miss Lin, this red soup has no cooking skills at all, it's just a simmering of the ingredients. Food is pleasant. , but your soup is putting me in hell. I sincerely hope that there will be no fourth person in this world other than the three of us who will eat this kind of food."
Lin Kesong murmured in her heart, she just wanted to make another copy, but she wouldn't be at that level. Because she didn't remember and didn't know what seasoning she put in it.
"Goodbye." Winston made a "please leave" gesture.
Lin Kesong and Song Yiran happily left the competition venue, and she was worried that if she didn't walk fast enough, the jury suddenly wanted to tell her to drink all the three bowls of soup by herself!
As soon as he walked out the door, Lin Kesong laughed until his stomach was about to explode.
"Hey, did you see that? Did you see that David's face? I'm afraid he has high blood pressure!"
Song Yiran put her pocket in her pocket and looked at her smiling while covering her stomach, "Didn't you say you don't want to play? I think you're quite into the play. When Winston said you, you were about to cry. expression."
"I just can't help laughing, okay?"
"Don't you feel that you are not serious enough to compare with other contestants now?" Song Yiran asked.
"I don't think so." Lin Kesong shook his head.
"Oh why?"
"Eating should be a very simple thing. They always eat things carefully made by others with a judgmental mood. Isn't this also a kind of disrespect? I have eaten my hellish soup and don't know them. Can you taste other flavors?"
Song Yiran chuckled lightly and walked away with Lin Kesong's collar.
After today, Lin Ke Song is about to start work at his uncle's Lin Kee restaurant.
In the past, Lin Kesong had heard that opening a restaurant was very hard work. Mingming will not open until around 11:00 noon, but the back kitchen in the restaurant is busy at four or five in the morning.
Fortunately, my uncle didn't plan to ask Lin Kesong to help in the back kitchen, but wanted her to learn cash register. The cashier had two people working in shifts.
One was from Monday to Friday last week, and the other was a college student last weekend who happened to be Lin Xiaoxue's cousin. The eldest sister who was originally in charge of Monday to Friday had to leave her job for a while because her daughter was pregnant, and Lin Kesong was going to take her class.
The cashier seems to just put the money into the cash box, and the computer terminal will automatically calculate how much money to give to the customer.
Fortunately, the cashier in the restaurant is not as good as the front desk of the bank, otherwise the business would be the same, Lin Kesong could imagine that he must have been on fire by now.
As a result, Lin Kesong completed the first day of practice between struggling with the restaurant's "nostalgic version" cash register system, cash and POS machines.
She wanted to sleep, her hair was dizzy, and it felt like three college entrance exams in one day.
After taking a quick shower, Lin Ke Song was lying on the bed, and just as he was about to lift the quilt, there was a knock on the door.
"Uncle?" Lin Kesong rubbed his eyes. Could it be that something was wrong with the money he collected
"It's me... Claire."
Lin Kesong suddenly remembered that he had just used the bathroom and forgot to clean his hair. Lin Xiaoxue shouldn't be angry, right
She quickly put on her slippers and opened the door.
"Xiaoxue, are you going to use the bathroom? I'll clean up the fallen hair."
"Oh. That... This weekend my classmates and I are having a barbecue party. You can bring your friends with you."
Lin Kesong was stunned. Since she came here until now, my cousin has been relatively indifferent to herself, how could she suddenly think of inviting her to a barbecue party
If she was in China, Lin Kesong's mind would turn faster, but facing Lin Xiaoxue, she still reacted for three seconds. Lin Xiaoxue's focus is not on her cousin, but on her cousin's "friend".
Lin Kesong sighed in his heart. This is probably because of Song Yiran again. Sure enough, there is a good skin, but it is different. The car sees the flowers and the flowers bloom, and Lin Xiaoxue also flips the lid when he sees him.
Although a goddess has a heart, King Xiang must have no dreams. Lin Xiaoxue is her family no matter what, she can't let Song Yiran harm her.
"Weekends? I have to cash in the restaurant on weekends too."
"You can come back after work." Lin Xiaoxue's eyes were filled with hope.
And Lin Kesong deliberately showed an embarrassed expression and said, "Xiaoxue, when I finish work, it will be eleven o'clock in the evening. It's so late, your barbecue party is almost over, right?"
"Whatever you want!" After speaking, Lin Xiaoxue closed the door and entered the house. She was angry, but Lin Kesong's reason was valid, and she couldn't pick anything wrong.
Lin Kesong exhaled slightly.
A week later, Lin Kesong quickly adapted to the work of the cashier, and he was able to keep busy and not chaotic even during peak hours.
Occasionally, when the back kitchen was too busy, Lin Kesong would also help out, but it was okay if she didn't help, and she was completely used as a man when she helped.
"Crescent! Come! Help carry these bags of rice in!"
"Cross, come and see why the light bulb doesn't turn on?"
"Ke Song, the pool for washing vegetables is blocked, come and help!"
Lin Xiaoxue came out with her bag on her back, and she couldn't help twitching the corners of her mouth when she saw her sweaty appearance.
"Didn't my dad invite you to see that these people still have cashiers? How did you let them call you?"
Lin Kesong was stunned for a while, Lin Xiaoxue had already walked past her with her bag on her back.
But if she was really sitting at the cashier, watching other people busy, she would feel sorry for herself.
But what should be more regrettable is Song Yiran's neuropathy.
Every afternoon, as long as there is no class, he will sit in the dining room on time at 4:30.
"Lin Kesong, pour me a glass of water." The young master also tapped the table with his fingers.
"Didn't you see I was the cashier?"
"Are you idle without seeing it?"
"… "
He usually only orders something bland. Although this guy has a lot of money, he doesn't have the bad habit of wasting, and he usually eats as much as he wants. After seven o'clock, when the restaurant reaches the peak of passenger flow, Lin Kesong will deliberately walk over and knock on his table: "Hey, make a seat!"
"I haven't finished eating yet."
This guy deliberately left a mouthful of porridge and used his tablet to rub the wifi in the restaurant.
The strangest thing is that this guy occupies a table for about five dollars every time he spends, but neither the restaurant waiter nor his uncle wants to drive him away, and even uncle Yu said he would like to thank him and he will come to the restaurant to eat in the future. free.
"Why?" Lin Ke Song was completely incomprehensible.
☆, Rotten Tomatoes Index: 10 stars
"Because the turnover has gone up! Don't you think there are more and more young girls coming to our restaurant?"
"..." Is this a love of beauty that everyone has? Song Yiran, a depraved man, really went from home to abroad
Even Lin Xiaoxue often ran into the restaurant after class, deliberately sitting opposite Song Yiran, euphemistically calling it an article review, but Sima Zhao's heart is well known...
Song Yiran shamelessly brought his face to Lin Xiaoxue's side, "instructing" him very intimately, and occasionally raised his eyebrows in Lin Kesong's direction on purpose, that smile... or only the word "ecstasy" can describe it.
After spending almost every day in such a heart-wrenching situation, Lin Kesong's life was once again turbulent.
Two men in suits walked into the noisy Lam Kee restaurant, followed by a photographer and a woman who looked like a show host. Her clothes are very tasteful, keeping up with fashion but also having an intellectual meaning.
She came to Lin Kesong with a smile, "Hello, is Miss Lin Kesong here?"
Because the name was spoken in English, it took two seconds for Lin Kesong to react.
"Ah... yes... I'm Lin Kesong, how can I help you?"
"Ah, the information says that you just came to New York, so you don't know me, I forgive you." The other party blinked, "I'm Annalise Horton, the host of "Gourmet New York"."
Suddenly, the heads of many people in the restaurant turned around, and the woman named Annalise became the focus of all eyes.
It seems she is a very popular host. It's a pity that Lin Kesong has been here for so long and has not watched a minute of American entertainment.
"Did you participate in the audition for a cooking competition two weeks ago?"
Seeing that Lin Kesong was still ignorant, Annalise couldn't help but remind her.
Lin Kesong patted his head and finally remembered.
"Ah! Yes..."
After it's over, some food show host came to the door. Could it be that the judges that day ate her stew, food poisoning or something more serious... He died? No, if that's the case, it should be the police! Can it be said that with the wonderful taste of Americans, you think that stewing in a pot is very special
"Your cooking work impressed the judges and entered the Top 10 ranking." Annalise squinted and smiled, "You are about to officially participate in the event jointly organized by the most authoritative American food magazine "Gourmet" and the Food Association. "Master Show" cooking competition!"
"Impossible? Didn't the three judges say that what I made was terrible? They didn't want to see me a second time! How could it possibly be in the top 10?"
What kind of water did the other contestants have to be able to come up with such an answer
Annalise smiled and said, "It's the worst top 10."
After the restaurant was quiet for two seconds, laughter broke out one after another.
"… This answer is quite normal. But your game rules are abnormal, right? Why do you choose the worst top 10?"
"In order to make the competition fair. Our competition rules are that the finalists will participate in the competition on behalf of their respective mentors under the training and guidance of the masters in the food industry. If you choose people with high cooking skills to participate, although they are excellent, their level is not the same. Each has its own strengths and weaknesses, and the level of difficulty for the masters to guide is different. How can such a contest be fair? But choose the worst one, especially if you don’t know anything about cooking skills, start from scratch, right For those masters who are mentors, it's a lot more fair, isn't it?"
Lin Kesong froze. Americans are pretty good at playing this kind of reverse logic.
"That... Miss Houghton, although the cooking competition you mentioned sounds interesting, I really can't find the time to participate. I have to register here." Lin Kesong patted his cash register.
She has no interest in cooking at all, and the only time she cooks instant noodles, she burns the pot.
She didn't want to blow up the master's kitchen.
"Are you sure? The prize money is huge. There are only ten people in total, but if you make it to the top eight, you'll get a $1,000 bonus, if you're in the top six, you'll get $3,000, and you'll get $9,000 for the top four. $30,000 for third place, $100,000 for second place, and $300,000 for first place. I think you should think about whether you really want to pass up this opportunity?”
At that moment, Lin Kesong only felt that the sky was full of dollars flying, and Franklin's smile was too beautiful.
"…I really have a chance to get a bonus?"
"Well..." Annalise touched her nose, "If we choose the best people to compete, you definitely have no chance. But among a group of amateurs with ten stars on the Rotten Tomatoes index... I can only Say anything is possible."
Lin Kesong was moved. Her goal is not a champion, so distant dreams are boring.
But if you get the eighth place, you will have a thousand dollars! The top six have three thousand dollars!
Compared to the big lottery, this is simply a pie from the sky!
But... can uncle agree? She finally got used to the cash register, how could she ask for leave
At this moment, the uncle in the chef's white clothes rushed out from the back kitchen and said only one sentence: "Promise her!"
Lin Kesong did not expect his uncle to be so refreshing.
"Crescent! Do you know what it means to participate in this competition?" Uncle raised his hand and pressed her shoulder.
"what… "
Three hundred thousand dollars
"It's an opportunity to be mentored by the best chefs! It's every chef and culinary lover's greatest wish!"
Uncle Lin Feng almost stared at Lin Kesong.
Uncle, who has always had no temper, is too oppressive at this moment. Lin Ke Song could only nod his head under his gaze.
"Then... Then I went?" Lin Kesong asked uncertainly.
Uncle nodded, and Annalise clapped her hands: "That's great! That's it!"
Lin Feng turned his head to look at Annalise: "I wonder who her mentor will be if she participates in the competition?"
"This has not been decided yet. The competition committee will make a decision before this weekend, and someone will send Miss Lin to her tutor."
"Okay, we look forward to the results!"
Lin Kesong suddenly felt that her uncle was more excited than she was.
Before leaving, Annalise shook hands with Lin Kesong and asked Lin Kesong to introduce herself to the camera in English.
For a while, Lin Kesong didn't know what to say, except for the sentence "hello, I'm Lin Kesong."
Annalise blinked and said, "Honey, did you know that your name sounds like some kind of bread?"
"...I know, French croissant." Lin Kesong was embarrassed. This is not the first time someone has said this.
Annalise hugged Lin Kesong before leaving, and said in a voice that the camera can definitely record: "Well, in order to make it easier for the judges and the audience to remember you, I will give you a cute nickname - how about Little Bread. ?"
"Little Bread", how does this sound familiar
Lin Kesong patted his head, right! Mr. Mel who was beside the big ice cube Jiang Qianfan also called her that!
Annalise swayed away on high heels, leaving Lin Kesong unable to respond for a long time.
And my uncle had already arranged for another person to replace Lin Kesong, and told Lin Kesong that from now on she would have a good rest to preserve her stamina, and she must persevere until the last level of the competition!
"Crescent! You must remember all the skills and knowledge that the master taught you, and tell your uncle when you come back!"
"… Okay, I get it now."
Are you going to bring your own recorder
"Uncle has a lot of ideas and problems that have not been solved. If you can, you must help me ask the master!"
"… it is good!"
Why doesn't it sound like learning to cook and more like fortune-telling
"Uncle may never have the opportunity to communicate with those star chefs in this life, but you have! So you must cherish the opportunity!"
Looking at his uncle's expression, Lin Kesong finally understood. Even though he opened a little-known restaurant, he still pursued his cooking skills. Even now, he has not given up this passion.
Lin Kesong suddenly felt that although she didn't fully understand what was going on in this competition, she decided in her heart that she must be serious.
At least among so many candidates, she hardly saw a few Asian faces, so she can't shame the Chinese!
… but it seems that the top 10 is the worst. It seems to be very embarrassing.
That night, the "Gourmet New York" program broadcast the process of searching for the contestants.
And Mel was sitting in front of the TV, admiring Annalise's graceful figure with relish, while drinking hot milk before going to bed.
He was the only person in the entire villa besides the owner Jiang Qianfan.
The whole villa was unnervingly silent, not even a single sound of wind or a drop of water could be heard. Even Mel was wearing headphones while watching TV, for fear of disturbing someone.
Annalise on TV came to Chinatown, and before walking in, she said to the camera: "Next, what we are about to see is the cooking of "Red Soup" that will satisfy the appetite of Mr. Winston, the editor-in-chief of "Gourmet" Lin Kesong! What kind of person makes such a hellish taste? Let's go see it together!"
When the camera moved to Lin Kesong's somewhat dazed face, Mel almost choked to death on milk.
"my Lord!"
He stood up and stepped forward in three or two steps, almost not putting his face on the screen.
In less than two seconds, the phone in his room rang.
He quickly turned around and picked up the phone: "I'm sorry, Mr. Jiang, is it because my voice is too loud for you?"
"Yeah." The cool tone was only one syllable.
Mel smiled helplessly.
No way, Jiang Qianfan was so sensitive to sound that he could even hear the dripping water from the faucet in the next room. So, when he rests, he pursues absolute silence.
This is also the reason why no other residences can be seen near this villa, and why even the servants in the villa leave after nine o'clock in the evening.
"Because of Mr. Jiang, I saw a very interesting news on TV just now."
☆、Jiang Qianfan = Nightmare Time
Jiang Qianfan was not interested in this news.
Just when he was about to put down the phone, Mel spoke again, "I saw Miss Lin Kesong! It's that... that little bun!"
After waiting for two seconds, Mel did not hear Jiang Qianfan hanging up the phone.
He pulled the corners of his lips and said as calmly as possible: "Miss Lin, she participated in this "Gourmet" and the cooking competition 'Master Show' held by the Food Association. I don't know who will be her mentor. Woolen cloth?"
Jiang Qianfan remained silent.
Mel added: "Don't be that grumpy guy Ivan! She is a kind little girl, and her language communication is not so smooth, will she wash her face with tears every day?"
Still no reply.
"If it's Lilith, a woman who is kind on the surface but actually mean on the inside is incredible! Little Bread will definitely be confused by her! She will definitely not teach her well!"
Still silent. But electricity