"What did you say? Why did you try her cooking?"
"Because I want to get to know her! What makes Winston and the other judges like her so much! I lose, no matter how many times I win before this, I lose!" Victor sucked in a breath Breathe, don't look away.
"Winning or losing is not about yourself, but the evaluation of the outside world. Soon, you will understand this truth."
The next day, Lin Kesong was going to sleep until he woke up, when Lin Xiaoxue knocked on the door.
"Crescent! Croissant, wake up! Come and see!"
"Well... what are you looking at..." Lin Kesong got up sleepily and opened the door.
Lin Xiaoxue stretched out her laptop in front of her, it was an online news, the headline was Quentin vs Jiang Qianfan, Jiang Qianfan lost!
"Huh? What?"
Lin Kesong suddenly woke up and took a closer look at the computer.
The main idea of this online news is to extend the results of the "Master Show" competition to the two mentors, which means that this is actually a contest between two masters in the culinary world, and Jessica Quentin is the final winner. Jiang Qianfan was given too much halo by the food industry just because of his blindness.
"This is not the original intention of the 'Master Show' at all! What Jiang Qianfan possesses is strength, not halo!"
"Obviously! Someone must be hyping up and trying to use the results of this competition to attack Mr. Jiang!" Lin Xiaoxue took out her mobile phone and searched, "It's okay! Look at the homepage of "Gourmet", it's for you A positive review! The editor-in-chief of Winston's column says that your cooking is nuanced and sophisticated, you know exactly what you're going to do, and you have the ability to bring out the flavors in your mind!
He wants you to stay in the food world, it would be a big pity to lose you! "
Lin Kesong exhaled slightly.
"Ah, there is also food critic Luke's online column saying that Jiang Qianfan once again proved that he is not only a master of cooking, but also has a unique vision!" Lin Xiaoxue patted Lin Kesong on the shoulder and said, "Fortunately, those negative reports are only individual. The mainstream of the food industry still agrees with your ability and Jiang Qianfan's vision!"
Lin Kesong frowned, what Elise said to her became clearer and clearer, and she had to worry.
Until noon, when she and Lin Xiaoxue were watching the noon news and eating three silk spring rolls dipped in spicy sauce, the female anchor broadcasted a news. That is, the place originally used to prepare the Chinese Food Street project was taken over by the Quentin Group, which plans to build a resort center integrating leisure, entertainment and shopping.
Lin Kesong was stunned when he looked at the familiar architectural styles on both sides of the street on the screen.
"... That seems to be Jiang's Chinese food street project, right? I remember my dad was looking forward to it... In the end, it gave way to a more commercial project... "
Lin Xiaoxue's words made Lin Kesong understand that he heard nothing wrong at all.
She suddenly put down what was in her hand and rushed out the door.
The sun today is so good it's dazzling.
There were too many pedestrians around, and Lin Kesong bumped them away as if he didn't feel it.
She was naively persuaded by Jiang Qianfan, thinking that her failure would really not have much impact on him.
But it is not. The news on the Internet about Jiang Qianfan's defeat to Mrs. Quentin is not accidental, it is very likely that Mrs. Quentin's means to suppress Jiang Qianfan. Maybe this was really just a competition between the two groups, and Lin Kesong was just an insignificant little ant. It's just like what Elise said, she really became Jiang Qianfan's flaw.
This project is too important to Jiang Qianfan. He spent many years and went to many places in China, just to find the best flavors and bring them to the other side of the earth, but because she gave up all her previous efforts.
Lin Kesong wanted to cry, but she felt that she had no reason to be cowardly.
She wanted to see him right away, right away. Want to look into his eyes, want to know what he is thinking at the moment.
She came to Jiang Qianfan's villa, and Mel opened the door for her.
"Come here in such a hurry, it seems that you have already heard the news." Mel raised his hand and adjusted Lin Kesong's collar, "Listen, don't say 'sorry' to him, because you didn't do anything Anything that requires an apology. And don't cry in front of him because he doesn't like weak people. In Mr. Jiang's philosophy, failure is just a small thing."
Yes, Jiang Qianfan was always calm and calm, as if nothing could make him doubt or shake himself.
Lin Kesong closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
Mel looked at his watch: "You still have time to think carefully, calm down and think about what exactly you want to say to him."
That impetuous and guilty heart settled down.
There was a faint scent of climbing roses in her nose, and all the confusion gradually faded away.
"I figured it out." Lin Kesong said to Mel.
"Then go. Sir is waiting for you in the room."
She didn't go to Jiang Qianfan's place immediately, but went to the kitchen. At this moment, her hands are steady and her thoughts are clear. She spent the whole afternoon cooking dinner for Jiang Qianfan.
She pushed the cart and came to Jiang Qianfan's room.
The whole room was empty, and the wind was constantly pouring in from the terrace, holding up the European-style curtains, like waves, one after another.
And Jiang Qianfan was sitting there, the orange sunset, following the fluctuation of the curtains, flickered over his face and became the center of her vision.
"Qianfan, I am Ke Song."
"I know. I smelled the aroma of the food, and you made it for me." Jiang Qianfan turned his face to the side.
The elegant and meticulous eyebrows, the soft contoured facial features, everything looks so unreal.
In his hand was the blind cane, which he habitually supported, but did not put his body's strength on it. Since losing his vision, Jiang Qianfan has no pursuit of everything except cooking. He was immersed in the empire of taste, standing at a height that no one could match, and looked indifferently at all beings who pursued fame and fortune in the food empire.
At this moment, Jiang Qianfan's eyes seemed to fall on Lin Kesong, and he seemed to pass through her to look farther and wider.
"I've prepared an appetizer, a main course, and a dessert for you. Remember to tell me if it's delicious."
Lin Kesong delivered the first main dish to the table in front of him.
He lowered his head and sniffed gently: "It must be delicious, because it smells good."
"This doesn't look like a comment from Mr. Jiang at all. Shouldn't it be analyzed in terms of taste, heat and technique?"
Lin Kesong retreated to a short distance, watching Jiang Qianfan gracefully pick up the knife and fork, and put the pea and shrimp jelly between his lips.
He finished the appetizer seriously, put down the knife and fork, and gently stroked the edge of the plate, but for Lin Kesong, his fingertips touched her heart.
"It's delicious, Croissant."
Lin Kesong opened his mouth, but did not speak. She brought the main course quail and foie gras to him.
"What about my main course? Mr. Jiang, does it resemble your style as the judges say?"
Jiang Qianfan cut open the quail and foie gras, and slowly put small pieces into his mouth. The soft and focused expression on his face convinced Lin Ke Song that he really enjoyed the main dish she prepared.
"I don't know what my style is, I just know this is the best quail foie gras I've ever had."
Lin Kesong laughed, her eyes were sore, "If I cook this dish that tastes so much like you, are you narcissistic now?"
Jiang Qianfan's lips sank slightly, "I want to eat dessert now."
The sugar coating split between his lips and teeth, and he closed his eyes gently, as if feeling the soft and sweet ice cream melted the sourness of the hawthorn and seeped into the taste buds on the tip of the tongue.
"How about my dessert?"
"delicious."
Lin Kesong endured it hard. Although she didn't know what she was really enduring, it took a lot of strength for her voice to break free from the shackles of her throat.
"Do you remember what you promised me? If I make something that makes you feel good, you will promise me to do something."
"I remember. I said 'it's delicious' three times today. So you want me to do three things?"
"No, I just want you to do one thing for me."
Lin Kesong's voice was firm.
"Go ahead."
"I want to be by your side. No matter how much trouble I cause you, even if I become the reason for others to attack you, even if someone threatens me to hurt you, I will be by your side. I will be better than others People work harder, I will become stronger, one day I will no longer be your weakness, I... "
"Ke Song," Jiang Qianfan leaned forward, in order to get closer to her, "If you are asking me to stay by my side, why are you so far away from me now?"
Lin Kesong took a step forward, her eyes were blurred, and Jiang Qianfan's figure seemed to be immersed in water.
"A little closer."
Lin Kesong took another step forward. She never knew that it took so much strength to get close to him.
"A little closer."
Lin Kesong pursed her lips and clenched her fists, and took another small step forward. Her knees were about to touch Jiang Qianfan's knees. Such a small and delicate distance was a distant gulf in Lin Kesong's heart.
"Is it that no matter who threatens you, no matter what kind of failure you experience, no matter what others say to you, you will always be by my side?"
"Yes." Lin Kesong replied with certainty.
"Then you're not my weakness. Losing you is my weakness."
Lin Kesong's eyelashes trembled slightly.
Jiang Qianfan took her by the hand and brought her into his arms.
When her face touched his warm skin, something couldn't help rushing out.
"Kesong, why are you crying?"
"I didn't cry."
"But I smell tears."