Lin Xiaoxue just watched Song Yiran leave, her face was puzzled, but she felt that she understood something in her heart.
Lin Ke Song, who was lying in the quilt, slept until noon the next day.
The days without the wake-up bell are really beautiful. She felt that everything was very easy for her, as if tomorrow's final was nothing.
She put on a T-shirt, cooked a bowl of noodles for herself, and after eating, she went to her uncle's restaurant and found that it was crowded. Thinking that his uncle must be busy in the back kitchen, Lin Kesong quickly rolled up his sleeves to help.
"Don't! Don't! You'll be the final tomorrow! Rest well! There's chaos here, what if you bump into each other!"
"Just let me practice my hands to find the status!" Lin Kesong smiled and looked at the order posted on top of his uncle's head.
Onions and green peppers are commonly used side dishes. The helper who cut the vegetables was sweating, so Lin Kesong hurried up to help.
When the uncle continued to fry the dishes for an hour and took off the towel around his neck to wipe the sweat, Lin Kesong would also go over to take over.
"This pot is too big! You can't stand it!"
"It's okay, it's okay! Tomato scrambled eggs, my strong point! I can make it not bad if I turn the pot!"
Uncle Lin shook his head helplessly: "The tomato scrambled eggs you made are more than delicious? It's obviously delicious! I'm afraid that after the guests eat the tomato scrambled eggs you made, they won't want to eat mine! "
There was a burst of laughter from the kitchen.
At this time, the cook stood at the window and shouted, "Ke Song, someone is looking for you!"
"Looking for me? At this time?" The only thing Lin Ke Song could think of was that Song Yiran was here to eat and drink
It was only when she wiped her hands and took off her apron into the dining room that she realized that it was Elise Quentin who had come looking for her.
She did not sit down, but stood close to the door with her arms folded, and glanced at the dishes on each table, frowning slightly, indicating that she was not satisfied with these dishes.
But this is just a civilian restaurant, how can it be as tall as a restaurant with a Michelin star
It's just that once Elise appeared, Lin Ke Song knew that she would definitely say something to make him feel bad.
"Chef Quentin? Are you here to... try Chinese food?"
"If I want to eat Chinese food, I will choose Yuejianglou." Elise raised her chin, "Go out and say a few words, it won't waste your time."
"it is good."
Although Lin Kesong doesn't like her, he at least appreciates that she has something to say. Her dissatisfaction is all on the bright side, at least much better than the villain with a honey belly sword.
The two came to a tree outside the restaurant door.
Elise, without any deviousness, expressed her thoughts bluntly: "You know I have always liked Chiho. And in my heart, whether it is in terms of culinary achievements or understanding of many of his ideas, I am far from than you."
"That's why he chose you as a business partner and appreciates 100 percent of your abilities."
Elise chuckled lightly: "Don't look like you know everything. I hate you so much. I hate you to the point where you even want to be the enemy of Jiang Qianfan and make him uncomfortable."
Lin Kesong became nervous. She knew that the Chinese Food Street project, the Quentin Group would be the biggest resistance.
"But someone told me that if we want to win, at least the battlefield should be in the field where Chiho and I are the best at and agree with each other. Tomorrow is the final, and the only contenders who really have an impact on the championship are Victor and Nobuyoshi Goto. With you. But you know that unless Victor makes a mistake, you have little chance of winning."
"what do you want to say?"
Elise leaned forward slightly, the strength in her eyes formed a strong sense of oppression on Lin Kesong.
"If you win, you stay with Qianfan until he gets bored of you, and I will leave your life completely. But if you lose, please leave his life."
Lin Kesong frowned and shook his head helplessly: "Chef Quentin, what is Qianfan in your heart? A person is still the same thing? Who is he with, who will he fall in love with, it's not a game? What he can decide. Even if I lose, he will still love me. Even if I go to a place he can't find, he will still look for me all over the world. Does such a bet make any sense? And for me, No matter what happens, he's the most important thing. I'm not taking him as a bet between me and you."
"You are so confident. Since that's the case, let's put it another way. If you win, I will leave your life completely. If you lose, I will accept the Chinese Food Street project. Since you think cooking Neither can be the decision of victory or defeat between us, so I have to use my own way to make you less happy."
After speaking, Elise walked away.
Lin Kesong took a breath, she knew that Elise would do what she said.
Mel said that the project of China Food Street is of great significance to Jiang Qianfan, and he has devoted too much effort.
She has to win.
If nothing can happen, let Jiang Qianfan comfort her and solve it for her.
She turned around and went back to the back kitchen to continue helping.
"Ke Song, who is looking for you?" Uncle asked.
"Oh, a friend was going to watch my final, but suddenly something couldn't come, so come to cheer me on today."
Lin Ke Song continued to chop onions and stir-fry as usual.
The busyness of the back kitchen made her forget everything.
All burdens are superfluous because results will always come.
The next morning, it was raining lightly in the sky.
Jiang Qianfan came to pick up Lin Kesong to the Red Vinson Hotel.
"What do you think today's theme will be?" Lin Kesong asked.
"The Masterpiece of the Instructor."
Lin Kesong didn't expect him to answer, because Jiang Qianfan rarely made any unfounded predictions.
"Why is it the representative work of the tutor?"
"Because this is a 'master show,' you represent your respective mentors."
In this way, Jiang Qianfan's prediction is actually very well-founded.
"You know my way of cooking and my style well, so a subject like this doesn't bother you."
There was a natural calm in Jiang Qianfan's voice.
"Your most famous dish is quail and foie gras. But my mastery of this dish is not perfect."
"No one can completely copy another person's food, even in the exact same process and method. But your mentor is me, and when the judges eat your food, they can definitely feel it."
Lin Kesong didn't go there, looked out the window and smiled.
Walking into the lounge arranged by the competition committee, she saw her strongest opponent, Victor. At this time, he lost his usual innocent expression, closed his eyes, and put his hands together on his forehead.
Lin Ke Song did not deliberately avoid Sansa, but sat down beside her.
In fact, she also wanted to know how Sansa would perform before the last game.
"Crosong... What do you think the theme of the last game will be?" Sansa whispered to Lin Kesong's ear.
"I'm not a member of the competition committee." Lin Kesong shrugged his shoulders amusingly, "and none of us can guess what the judges are thinking. Maybe we can exchange ingredients after half of the cooking? "
"Ah... No way..." Sansa showed a worried expression, tugging at Lin Ke Song's sleeve and continued to ask, "Did Mr. Jiang give you any hints?"
"There was only one hint he gave me."
"what?"
"Keep your composure and be yourself."
"Ah..." Sansa looked at Lin Kesong suspiciously, "Isn't it saying that Mr. Jiang has a good relationship with Editor-in-Chief Winston? Did Editor-in-Chief Winston not reveal any news to him?"
At this time, the announcement for players to enter the stadium sounded, and Lin Kesong got up and walked towards the door.
"Cross, just tell me... I won't pose any threat to you anyway..."
"I can make up an answer for you, do you want it?" Lin Kesong asked back.
Sansa pursed her lips. When they passed the porch, from the reflection of the glass, Lin Ke Song saw Sansa's eyes looking at him, not as friendly as usual.
Lin Kesong suddenly stopped and turned to look at Sansa.
Sansa didn't expect it at all, and the expression on her face was too late to take back.
"It suddenly occurred to me."
"what?"
"Although you can't threaten me, I will threaten you, right?"
After being stunned for two seconds, Sansa asked with an angry and sad expression, "You... what do you mean?"
A big smile broke out on Lin Kesong's face: "I'm joking! Relax! Look how nervous you are!"
Without waiting for Sansa to say the following sentence, Lin Kesong quickly walked into the game.
Every player entered the arena to hear thunderous applause.
The bright light was no longer dazzling for Lin Kesong.
Even among so many people, she could still see Jiang Qianfan at first sight.
If this game is a roaring and crazy roller coaster, and the world is turned upside down, Jiang Qianfan will always be her reference.
"Thank you for coming to this feast. This will be the most frequent game you have seen so far. Of course, this game is just the prelude, and the delicious journey will be with us for a lifetime. The rules of the game today are the most Simple, but also the most demanding. It tests the skills of the contestants, how much you have learned from your own mentors, and whether you have the ability to undertake independently. What you will do is to reproduce the representativeness of your own mentors Dishes!"
Hearing Annalise's words, all the contestants let out a sigh of relief.
The representative works of the tutor, these students have imitated nine hundred times, if not a thousand times.
"But if it's just a dish, it's really boring!"
Suddenly, everyone became nervous again.