The audience applauded, which was the most sincere recognition of Lin Kesong.
"You are really great." Annalise stepped forward and hugged Lin Kesong.
At this time, the twelve judges walked out of the background, and when they learned the final result, they all sighed in unison.
They are all feeling sorry for Lin Kesong.
And this also made Victor's fingers clenching the trophy so hard they turned white.
"Victor, you're great. You've gone far beyond what everyone expected and expected of you. None of us reached your heights at your age. But it's just an excess... you There's still a long way to go." Winston stretched out his hand to Victor. "As time goes by, you'll see wider than you do now, and you'll... no longer dwell on the outcome of the moment. ."
Victor raised his face and looked hard into Winston's eyes: "Sir, what are you implying? Don't I deserve to hold this trophy?"
Winston smiled, a kind of wisdom built up over time in his eyes: "If you agreed with yourself, you wouldn't talk to me like that."
Victor wanted to say something, but Winston's palm lightly covered his chest: "Child, the best way to know yourself is to know your opponent and measure how far your opponent has come. , whether you walk in front or behind your opponent does not come from the evaluation of others, but from your own yardstick."
At this moment, David held Lin Kesong's hand: "You did a great job, even the chicken liver paste that failed in the last match was great. When I found out that Mr. Jiang was also one of the mentors of this match At the time, I was amazed at what kind of students he would teach... But looking at you today, I would say, this is indeed a student that only Jiang Qianfan can teach."
Lin Kesong's eyes were wet. She thought that David said all this was just to comfort him, but his eyes seemed so sincere.
At this time, Jessica Quentin came over, elegant and confident, which is a more restrained but powerful beauty than Elise.
She stretched out her hand to Jiang Qianfan: "It's been a long time, I've been thinking about your quail and foie gras. I didn't expect your students to have such a level. But unfortunately, Victor's performance is more stable."
"Yeah. Hopefully Victor can go further."
"Of course Victor will go further. I just don't know Croissant, what plans do you have in the future? Has Mr. Jiang planned your future for you? Or is your performance today just a shooting star across the sky, Burned out?"
Of course Lin Kesong can understand the meaning of Jessica Quentin's words. She thinks that Lin Kesong's future will not be as long-term as Victor's.
"Thank you for your concern. I will walk my own way, and I don't need others to plan for me."
Crossing Jessica Quentin's shoulder, Lin Kesong could see Elise who was leaving the table. Lin Kesong remembered very clearly what she said to herself.
"Hey, I'm Luke, you still remember me, right!" Luke reached out to Lin Kesong and shook hands with her.
"Of course I remember... I'm sorry for letting you taste my... red soup from hell..." Lin Kesong felt embarrassed when he remembered the prank.
"It's nothing. I just wanted to say that I have a restaurant in New York, and of course it just got two pairs of knives and forks, but I'm looking forward to seeing you in my restaurant if you want and Mr. Jiang has no problem. ."
Luke took out the business card and sent it to Lin Kesong.
This surprised Lin Kesong. Although Luke is not a master chef, he is very famous as a gourmet. The restaurant he opened is naturally very strict in the selection of the kitchen team, but now... is he recruiting her
Lin Kesong swallowed, and the media who had been taking pictures with Jessica Quentin and Victor had to turn their attention to her direction.
Originally, they had some doubts that Lin Kesong's final counterattack was due to the judges' desire to make the competition more ups and downs, but Luke actually extended an olive branch to Lin Kesong? A serious food critic like Luke doesn't use his career to hype.
Lin Kesong looked in Jiang Qianfan's direction. She didn't know if she would seem over-confident when she accepted Luke's business card.
"Cross, why haven't you taken Mr. Luke's business card? That's very rude."
Jiang Qianfan's voice was cold, but there was a hint of softness in his tone.
Lin Kesong hurriedly took Luke's business card.
Luke smiled and blinked his eyes, lowered his head and whispered, "I know Mr. Jiang is very strict, but I think it only takes a little more practice, and you can be on your own."
At this time, editor-in-chief Winston also came to Luke's side, he stretched out his hand, and then gave Lin Kesong a wink.
"Mr. Jiang, Editor-in-Chief Winston is right in front of you and is about to shake hands with you!" Lin Kesong quickly reminded him.
Jiang Qianfan stretched out his hand, and editor-in-chief Winston smiled: "To be honest, at the beginning, I had the feeling that you would refuse the invitation to the competition, so I was really overjoyed when you agreed. It's a well-known thing in the industry to have superb cooking skills. But the more skilled people are, the more difficult it is to express their understanding of cooking skills. It's very difficult to get your students to keep up with yours. So… I'm amazed that Croissant has come this far."
"Thank you, I take your recognition of Crosun as a compliment to me."
"My compliments also come at a price. It's too late to book my daughter's coming-of-age dinner at polarlight, so I can only implore Croissant to come to my house and prepare this birthday dinner for me and my family. Pea and shrimp jelly, quail goose Liver and hawthorn with vanilla ice cream, it's our dream meal. I think... you don't mind?"
"It sounds like this is a very formal invitation." Jiang Qianfan said.
The media present could not help but be surprised.
Winston's Gourmet magazine has always maintained a rigorous, impartial, and delicate style. The other judges might offer some compliments in front of these masters, but Winston was by no means that kind of person.
"I... Editor-in-chief Winston, do you think I can really do it?" Lin Kesong looked at him seriously.
She knew that she had grown, even to a point she couldn't imagine at first, that she had entered a field she had never set foot in before.
"Well..." Editor-in-chief Winston frowned, then smiled, "You certainly couldn't have been three months ago. But now you, I believe, will make my daughter's birthday dinner perfect."
"Thank you very much!" Lin Ke Song did not expect that after losing to Victor, so many people would still pay attention to her.
"Then I take your 'thank you' as your promise." Winston smiled and walked to the media to answer their questions.
Some media were about to come to visit Jiang Qianfan, and Mel hurriedly took them away from the scene.
Outside the door of the lounge, Song Yiran leaned against the wall with a pocket in one hand, waiting for Lin Kesong. He pressed a whole bunch of gypsophila and little daisies into Lin Kesong's arms.
"Compared with so many people who want to invite you, my restaurant is probably not worth mentioning."
He tilted his head and glanced at Lin Kesong's hand held by Jiang Qianfan.
"Of course your restaurant is different! As long as you don't worry about me blowing up the kitchen, I..."
Lin Ke Song slightly felt that Jiang Qianfan seemed to be pulling her behind him.
Song Yiran smiled, he stepped forward, lowered his head, and deliberately blew at Lin Kesong: "Try to see if you can blow it up!"
Lin Kesong touched his nose and heard his uncle's voice behind him.
He came with his friends. When Lin Kesong saw Lin Xiaoxue with his head bowed behind his uncle, he couldn't help but be surprised.
"Xiaoxue? Why are you here?"
Lin Xiaoxue pouted: "It's all finals, I won't come to cheer you on... Am I such a bad person?"
"Let's go! Croissant has achieved good results this time, and we're going to celebrate together!"
At the end of the game, Lin Kesong was still a little lonely in his heart, but in the midst of such noise, everything was peaceful again.
A large group of people gathered around the table, and they kept asking Jiang Qianfan all kinds of questions about cooking. Several chefs in their 40s and 50s were like elementary school students, holding notebooks and recording everything Jiang Qianfan said. Still Lin Xiaoxue couldn't take it anymore and said loudly, "Can you still eat well!"
Song Yiran got up and took away all the notebooks and pens.
"So... Mr. Jiang, are you really with Ke Song?" a friend of Uncle Lin asked.
"If the rings are to be counted together, I can order them now."
Jiang Qianfan's answer made the surroundings quiet, his posture hadn't even changed, and Lin Kesong's heart was beating wildly.
That night, Lin Kesong walked down the long street with Jiang Qianfan on his arm.
The street lights fell on them, and Jiang Qianfan's profile was peaceful and beautiful.
Her heart is uneasy, because she doesn't know what will happen tomorrow.
The words Elise had said to her lingered in her mind, and she was constantly estimating the impact of her loss to Victor.
At this moment, in a moving car, Victor sat in the back seat without the slightest smile, and beside him was Mrs. Quentin.
"Victor, where's your trophy? Why didn't I see you carrying it? There's a magazine interviewing you tomorrow, so you have to take it for a photo."
"I'll leave it to Editor-in-Chief Winston," said Victor flatly.
"What did you say? You left it to Winston? Why?"
"Because I'm really not as good as Lin Kesong."
"What?" Mrs. Quentin looked incomprehensible. "Just because of what Winston said to you? That's who he is!"
"I think I'm not as good as Lin Kesong because I tasted her cooking!" Victor turned his face sharply to Mrs. Quentin.