Don't hang up!
"... That guy Hudgens is incredible! He just likes a petite oriental girl like this! When the time comes, he will teach her how to move... I can't bear it just thinking about it!"
"That's because you think too much."
It was still a tone without the slightest fluctuation, like a thin frost in such a quiet night.
The phone was hung up. Mel sighed regretfully.
That night, Lin Kesong slept well, while his uncle Lin Feng lit up the lights in front of his desk and wrote down all the questions he wanted to ask the Michelin-star master.
Early the next morning, the competition committee sent someone to the downstairs of Lin Kee Restaurant, and two people in black suits walked down.
Looking down from the window sill, Lin Kesong really has a sense of "Men in Black".
They told Lin Kesong that the competition committee had appointed a mentor for her.
Just as my uncle was about to ask who Lin Kesong's mentor was, the two men in black shook their heads and said, "This is a secret before the competition starts. I hope Miss Lin can keep this secret."
Lin Ke Song was even asked to sign a non-disclosure agreement. That is to say, unless her mentor nodded, she can't tell the outside where she studied art. And at the end of this cooking competition, only the top three will announce the name of the mentor.
Lin Kesong twitched the corners of her mouth, she was not stupid, she knew very well that this was to protect the reputation of chefs who have won Michelin-starred restaurants. If you lose, you won't make it public, and if you win, you will tell the world. These foreigners really think. Simply call these masters together to compete directly, and then broadcast the finals live. Wouldn't it be cannon fodder to send someone like her to the competition who has no cooking skills at all? What's the point of a game like this
Lin Kesong got into the car.
Suddenly there was a glimmer of hope in her heart. The only thing she knew was that her mentor was a master chef whose culinary caliber earned the restaurant three Michelin stars. And she also heard from her uncle Lin Feng that many masters are also operators of high-end restaurants.
The car drove for a long time, completely leaving the range that Lin Kesong was familiar with, and even when driving further and further away from the downtown, Lin Kesong suddenly became nervous.
Are they really part of the cooking competition committee
Wouldn't it be an underground organization that would kill people and steal her money, and then dump her body in some uninhabited place
Otherwise, why would a Michelin master be so isolated
At that time, Lin Kesong didn't know that the real high-end residential area was far away from the hustle and bustle of the city.
Until the car drove into a villa area, surrounded by green forests, the fragrance of flowers wafted in the air, the distance between each villa was very far, and when the luxury car that Lin Kesong could not name occasionally entered and exited, her heart gradually calmed down. .
The car stopped in front of a villa. The most distinctive thing about this villa is that it is far away from other villas, as if suffering from autism. But when the sunlight lightly fell on the roof and refracted, it was like an elegant gentleman who woke up from hibernation. Lin Kesong couldn't help but raise his head to admire it.
The two men in black slammed the door of the villa. After the door opened, Lin Kesong unexpectedly saw a familiar face.
"…Mr. Mel!"
"Hey! Cute little bread, we meet again!" Mel smiled kindly and shook hands with the two men in black, "Thank you for sending her here, just leave the rest to me. ."
"Mr. Winston wants us to confirm that Mr. Jiang will be her mentor, right?"
"Yes, don't worry."
When Lin Kesong heard the word "Mr. Jiang", he couldn't help but be suspicious. Could it be that her mentor is Jiang Qianfan
impossible! Can't he see
Can't see how to be a chef? And to be a chef at a Michelin-starred restaurant? This is impossible! It's not scientific either!
The two men in black nodded and left.
Mel bent down slightly and made a "please" gesture to Lin Kesong.
Lin Kesong raised his leg and walked in.
The spaciousness and brightness inside the villa gave her the illusion of entering a high-end hotel. The marble floor, which was so bright that there was no trace of dust, could almost reflect Lin Kesong's face. With no frills, even all the wall sconces are geometric, the whole space reflects an orderly and rigorous style.
Cold, indifferent, not even like someone lives here.
Lin Kesong followed Mel up the spiral staircase. There are some modern paintings hanging on the walls, each one running exactly parallel to the steps.
Her brain hurt.
The style of all these reminded her of Jiang Qianfan, who used to sit on her bicycle frame and was morbidly picky about all food.
"That... Mr. Mel, who am I going to see?"
Mel put his finger between his lips, "Mr. Jiang likes silence."
Mr. Jiang? Which Mr. Jiang? Jiang Qianfan may have other brothers and uncles, so they are all Mr. Jiang!
It must be so!
Mel looked at Lin Kesong's constantly changing face and smiled.
When they reached the end of the third floor, Lin Ke Song really realized that this villa was really big. If he hadn't followed Mel, he might have lost his way!
Mel opened a wooden door for him, and at the end of the door was a stern and expressionless man sitting on the dark sofa. His hands were on the silver cane, his long fingers clasped together. Such a simple gesture, but exudes a condescending aura.
When Lin Ke Song met those eyes without the slightest wave, the whole world seemed to be going backwards madly.
All the senses crawl under him.
"Mel, who did you bring?"
A cold voice echoed in the empty room.
Lin Kesong's heart suddenly shattered... It was really Jiang Qianfan!
"Mr. Jiang, when you were in China, a girl once took you to eat snacks on a bicycle, do you remember?"
"Um."
Monosyllable reply as always.
If Jiang Qianfan is the so-called master chef, Lin Kesong will not say that she suspects that she will directly stop in the top ten of the competition, just getting along with Jiang Qianfan face to face, is it not a kind of torture for her
"It's that girl. She entered the Rotten Tomatoes Ranking TOP1O of the Worst Foods, and will replace you in the 'Master Show' competition."
Lin Kesong said in his heart, that Rotten Tomatoes rating really doesn't need any special explanation...
"I told you that I won't participate in that competition." Jiang Qianfan's posture did not waver at all.
Lin Kesong had already planned to retreat at this time.
"However, I have promised Mr. Winston, the editor-in-chief of Gourmet, for you. The other star-rated restaurant chefs also know you are going to enter the competition, and if you quit now, they may laugh at you, sir."
"I'm not participating."
Jiang Qianfan's answer was still firmly without any doubts.
Mel had to sigh and say, "Okay, I made a phone call with Editor-in-Chief Winston and said that I was good at making an offer, and you still disagreed with the competition. Let him find another star chef for the buns. Tutor."
Lin Kesong exhaled and showed a happy smile.
But Jiang Qianfan's face, who was sitting on the sofa, became colder.
Mel was communicating with Winston and said that he would change a mentor for Lin Kesong.
"So now there is only Huggins among the three-star chefs in the competition?" Mel deliberately looked at Jiang Qianfan. He only mentioned it to him last night. Although Huggins is good at cooking, he can't help it. Take action on the Oriental girl, "Okay, Hudgens is Hudgens..."
At this time, Jiang Qianfan suddenly stood up with his blind stick.
He was obviously invisible, but Lin Kesong had the illusion that the other party was looking at him.
"Why are you exhaling? You're glad I didn't want to teach you, don't you?"
Lin Kesong was dumbfounded, how did he know
She didn't say a word, she just stuck it here like a popsicle!
Mel hurriedly said "sorry" to the person on the other end of the phone, saying that he still had things to deal with and would call back later.
"Sir, what's the matter?"
Jiang Qianfan walked towards Lin Kesong.
A sense of oppression came upon him, and when he got closer and closer, Lin Kesong subconsciously tilted his head back.
"Do you think I'm not good enough for you to win the title of MasterChef compared to other chefs?"
"No... not..."
You can't see with your eyes, how is it possible to make something in the kitchen
Just cutting vegetables or something, ten fingers are not enough for you to cut, and there is still blood in the kitchen
Even if you don't need to cut vegetables, how do you know if the food is cooked if you can't see it
Do you know how much seasoning you add
Maybe what you make is worse than my "red soup"!
But on the site of the big ice block, she couldn't say these words!
"You are doubting my ability."
Jiang Qianfan's face turned towards her.
His eyes were deep, and there seemed to be something quietly burning in the dimness.
When the forehead hair fell slightly along with his figure, everything became as slow as a thread.
Lin Kesong stared at his slightly parted lips.
☆, Jiang Qianfan VS Lin Kesong = Lin Kesong was defeated
She knew she shouldn't think about that place, but she couldn't help it.
"I... have no doubts about your ability..."
This sentence, Lin Kesong himself felt very unbelievable.
"lie."
Between his brief lips and teeth, she finally got her wish and saw the place that made people vaguely and reverie.
Her heart seemed to be swept by something invisible and soft, and just as she desperately tried to grasp the feeling of that moment, everything disappeared.
Jiang Qianfan turned sideways around Lin Kesong. He put away his blind stick, because he knew everything about the house.
His pace was so easy that Lin Kesong wondered if this guy really couldn't see
Mel gave Lin Ke Song a wink and motioned her to follow.
This is the first time Lin Kesong has seen this jaw-dropping kitchen.
Spacious and spotless countertops, knives of various sizes on the knife holder, and all kinds of professional cooking utensils that are polished so clean that they seem to have never been used at all. Bright floor, refrigerated closet against the wall is a variety of fruits and vegetables and meat. There are many of them, and Lin Kesong can't even name them!
Mel smiled at Lin Croissant: "This is where Mr. Jiang studied various recipes. Six dishes were born here and were listed in the Michelin Red Book as the signature dish of a three-star Michelin restaurant."
Lin Kesong blinked.
Although she doesn't know much about this industry, she also knows that "three Michelin stars" is a food worth waiting for a lifetime for diners.
It is very remarkable that one or two of the works of ordinary master chefs can be specially introduced by Hong Baojian. Jiang Qianfan has six courses at such a young age
And the most unbelievable thing is that his eyes can't see clearly!
At this time, Jiang Qianfan took off his jacket and put on a white chef's shirt. The high collar was attached to his neck, and the smooth lines of wide shoulders and narrow waist were outlined.
He turned on the tap and rinsed his hands. The flow of water seeped between his slender fingers, it was a very smart beauty.
Lin Kesong was completely dumbfounded.
"What is your dish on Rotten Tomatoes TOP10?"
He took out a clean white cloth and asked while wiping his fingers.
Lin Kesong is stupid, how should she answer the other party? Hell red soup
She herself didn't know what it was.
She could only reluctantly answer: "Tomato scrambled eggs."
The most homely and easiest dish.
Mel couldn't help but smile: "Although I don't know much about Chinese cuisines... But scrambled eggs with tomato seems to be a home-cooked dish that won't be described as hell red soup, right?"
Lin Kesong laughed twice.
It wasn't all Song Yiran's idea! I was very happy to play tricks on the three judges at the beginning, but now I have lost my face and lost my face!
"Then tomato scrambled eggs."
Jiang Qianfan walked towards the closet, his fingers swept across, and took out three eggs with one hand. He walked to the closet of fruits and vegetables, lightly touched the red tomatoes, picked them up and smelled them, and took out two more tomatoes.
He strikes the eggs with grace and agility, with wrists and arms folded at a very artistic angle as the egg meets the edge of the workbench. Even the sound of breaking eggs has a melodious rhythm.
Jiang Qianfan cut the tomato very quickly. When his finger was removed from the tomato, it opened like a flower, as if it had been cut by Jiang Qianfan's blade. It was not pain, but a rebirth.
In Jiang Qianfan's focused eyes, Lin Kesong seemed to see another, purer world.
The nose is filled with the sweet and sour fragrance of eggs and tomatoes.
The mind was drawn to the smell, and the tongue and teeth moved.
It might take her half an hour to make a tomato scrambled egg, but Jiang Qianfan only took a few minutes.
Bright yellow and red together are a pleasing fusion.
"Gudu", Lin Kesong swallowed.
Mel, who was beside him, couldn't help laughing.
"That's what separates me from you. No one would ever call this dish 'red soup' in my place."
There was no contempt in his tone, and it was only natural that people would feel ashamed.
Mel graciously brought a spoon for Lin Kesong and said with a smile, "Many people want to eat his dishes once in their lives. Your luck is really good."
No matter how delicious it is, it's just tomato scrambled eggs. Lin Kesong thought so.
She scooped up a spoonful of eggs and tomatoes, blew them, and put them in her mouth. Eggs are still eggs, tomatoes are still tomatoes...
After less than a second, Lin Kesong's eyes blinked.
The egg is soft on the outside and tender on the inside, and the sour and salty juice of the tomato is intertwined with the strong fragrance of the egg. The tomatoes were not too rotten, and the heat was just right.
Lin Kesong subconsciously wanted to scoop another spoonful. Mel smiled and asked, "Is it delicious? Or is it just scrambled eggs with tomatoes?"
"… good to eat."
When this mouthful was swallowed, there was still a taste that was salty and sour but not greasy at all. It clinged to Lin Kesong's nerves and led her to lift the spoon.
"Just delicious? No other comments?" Mel shook his head in disappointment.
"'Delicious' is a very intuitive feeling. Where are there so many adjectives or comments!"
As he spoke, Lin Ke Song had already put two or three spoons into his mouth.
Really delicious! As if all the taste buds on the tongue were opened, this is the best tomato scrambled eggs Lin Kesong has ever eaten in his life!
When Lin Kesong picked up the plate and planned to drink all the soup at the bottom of the plate, Jiang Qianfan's fingers clasped the edge of the plate.
Lin Kesong raised his face subconsciously.
"Do you think I can't teach you? Or do you think people who can't see can't be a cook?"
His voice fell from a height, and each one pressed Lin Kesong's heartbeat.
"I'm sorry, I'm biased against you because you can't see it. You make scrambled eggs with tomato... I don't know how to describe it with nice words, but it's the best scrambled egg I've ever eaten since I was born. food."
Lin Kesong has never been the kind of person who refuses to admit his own mistakes in judgment. The truth is there, it won't change just because she admits it or doesn't.
There was still no expression on Jiang Qianfan's face.
Lin Kesong's mouth was crooked. Could it be that he couldn't feel her praise from the bottom of his heart when he couldn't see him
Mel coughed softly.
Only then did Lin Kesong understand.
"Also... It's more than enough to teach me at your level! The way you cook just now is pleasing to the eye, even people who can see can't do it like you, as if you know everything in the kitchen. !"
"Then from today onwards, your mentor is me."
"What?" Lin Kesong was dumbfounded. She looked at Mel, who just smiled and nodded.
"Mel, how long until the start of the 'Master Show'?"
"Three months left."
Jiang Qianfan turned his face to the side, "Then please make a plate of tomato scrambled eggs and let me see your level."
Do it! Tomato scrambled eggs again! I have no level at all!
But up to now, we can only catch the ducks on the shelves.
Mel found a white apron for Lin Ke Song, and she came to the stage with Jiang Qianfan's smooth posture lingering in her mind.
She took a breath, it was just scrambled eggs with tomatoes! This time, it is guaranteed that no one will be eaten!
The ups and downs calmed down.
Lin Kesong chose eggs and tomatoes, locked all the ingredients she needed, and repeated everything Jiang Qianfan just demonstrated.
The egg yolk should be made into a fine foam, the thickness of the tomato should be moderate, and the leaf stem in the middle should be cut off.
Jiang Qianfan's knife work is very good, the juice of the tomato is completely left in each petal, and the table is very clean. And Lin Kesong looked "horrible" compared to it, even if Jiang Qianfan didn't say it, Lin Kesong felt that he had lost the best part of tomatoes on stage.
Stir fry, turn the pot, add ingredients, boil, thicken... Even though Lin Kesong tried to imitate Jiang Qianfan at every step. Her nerves were completely tense, and she was extremely focused on every detail in her hands.
But every step of the way, there is a sense of comicality that drawing a tiger is not an anti-dog.
When Lin Kesong poured out her tomato scrambled eggs, a comparison made her realize more deeply what a masterpiece is!
As a Michelin star chef, Jiang Qianfan has very high requirements for food.
Lin Kesong suddenly understood why he only ate one bite of all the snacks he brought him to eat at that time.
Mel rested the spoon lightly against the edge of the plate.
Jiang Qianfan stretched out his hand, and after first confirming the location of the plate, he lowered his head, scooped up a spoon, and stayed in front of his nose for less than a second.
That brief moment was like a poster of a food movie.
He opened his lips slightly, and the moment his tongue touched the spoon, Lin Kesong's heart seemed to be brushed by something soft.
She prayed in her heart that he would swallow her tomato scrambled eggs... don't spit it out!
Not to mention her entry-level tomato scrambled eggs with the words of the audition judges that day.
She was serious, just because she knew it would be sent to him.
Lin Kesong found that he finally understood the mood of the contestants facing the food judges that day.
Uneasy, nervous, and sweaty palms.
Mel looked at Lin Kesong with sympathy, as if to comfort her and said: No matter what Jiang Qianfan says, you don't have to take it to heart.
But Lin Kesong knew that no matter what he said, he would be deeply impressed.
"The saltiness of the egg is not on the same level as the acidity of the tomato, and the taste balance is out of balance. The tomato is left in the pan too long, which results in a soft texture. The oil is not hot enough when frying the egg, so the egg is not fluffy enough. I personally don't understand why. Winston would have called it 'red soup from hell'."
His voice was calm and objective, as if the law had a convincing force.
Because of this, Lin Kesong didn't want to hear that he "suffices to say" about her failure as he did with others.
"Your tomato scrambled eggs aren't good, but they're not bad enough to be called hell."
Lin Kesong, who kept his head down, felt like he had ridden his bicycle for 25,000 miles, suddenly raised his head and looked at Jiang Qianfan in disbelief.
Jiang Qianfan's "not bad taste" is such a high praise for ordinary people!
☆, "genius" and "devil"
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"Mel, tell her the rules. I don't want to tell her the same thing a second time."
Jiang Qianfan methodically took off the chef's shirt, and when he walked out the door, he said to Lin Kesong, "Clean up the kitchen."
Lin Kesong looked at the table, Jiang Qianfan left almost no trace, all the egg liquid and tomato juice were because of her...
"Can he really see?" Lin Kesong looked at Mel, deeply suspicious of this.
"He's not completely invisible. He can feel the light source and the shaking of the figures."
"No wonder... If he's totally blind, don't believe that he can't see. Is he... still a Michelin star chef?"
"Of course. And those food critics rate him now more than he was when he was young. Probably because of the weakened eyesight, so the sense of taste has become sharper than before. And because of this, a dish, a little blemish. It will be infinitely magnified on the tip of his tongue."
Lin Kesong suddenly understood why he took Jiang Qianfan to taste so many snacks that she could not get tired of eating for 20 years, but Jiang Qianfan didn't think it was delicious.
But even if he is not completely blind, he can reach such a height in a certain field... He is also a monster, right
Mel looked at Lin Kesong's expression and smiled: "Miss Lin, 18-year-old Jiang Qianfan may be called a 'genius'. But at the age of 28, he can achieve what he is now, thanks to' Devil's perseverance."
Mel brought Lin Kesong to familiarize himself with this castle-like villa, and told her about Jiang Qianfan.
Jiang Qianfan became famous at the age of 18. He is the youngest chef in a restaurant with three Michelin stars in the food industry, not to mention the European and American food industry that is almost dominated by French and Italian cuisine. He was like a dazzling meteor piercing people's field of vision. Just when everyone thought he was going to shine in the field, a tumor was diagnosed in his brain and the surgery was not recommended because the surgery was too risky.
But the tumor compressed his optic nerve, causing him to nearly lose his sight.
Just as everyone felt sorry for him and then forgot about him, he practiced day in and day out in that kitchen. Without vision, he can only rely on touch, smell, hearing, and experience after repeated attempts and failures. Eight years later, when he reappeared in the food world, his dishes surprised everyone. A flawless taste experience, he has become the object of the gourmet flock.
Now, he is a legend in the global food industry. Every new dish will be imitated by many chefs, but no one has ever been able to make the same taste as him.
"Little Bread, have you looked at Mr. Jiang's hand carefully?"
Lin Kesong became embarrassed. Although she hadn't seen Jiang Qianfan's hand up close, his fingers were slender and elegant, not to mention when cooking, it was like a magic trick.
"His fingers have been cut countless times. He also has burn marks on his wrists. Outsiders see only his success and talent, no one sees the price he paid. So Bread, he never needs anyone else. sympathy, but he deserves everyone's respect."
At this moment, Lin Kesong had a little respect for Jiang Qianfan's big ice cube.
"Mr. Jiang never accepts students, but since you've already studied with him, I have to explain a few rules to you. First, you can't touch his body without Mr. Jiang's permission."
I know he has a cleanliness addiction.
"Second, if Mr. Jiang doesn't ask, you don't need to do anything for him. Including helping him walk."
Well, his self-esteem is still super strong...
"Third, Mr. Jiang has a keen hearing and likes to be quiet, so when you live here, please bring your own earphones for surfing the Internet, listening to music, etc., and do not make loud noises, including when you are on the phone. Please take a shower at night. Done before nine o’clock…”
"Wait! Mr. Mel... You're talking like I'm going to live here?" Lin Kesong's eyes widened.
This villa is indeed very big, but it is too quiet and clean. Such a place is not suitable for her.
"You don't live here? It's some distance from downtown New York. Mr. Jiang got up early. He might want to teach you something at any time. Are you sure you can make it?"
"… "
She really doesn't want to live here at all. Not very popular at all!
"And, since he decides to teach you, he treats you as strictly as he does himself. So, he won't let you spend energy and time unnecessarily."
Lin Kesong's feeling is getting worse and worse...
"Fourth, whenever you use the kitchen, you have to clean it up."
What, three o'clock is not enough, there is a fourth
"Clean up the kitchen... how clean does it have to be?"
"Like when you first saw it."
Lin Kesong is stupid, that countertop can be used as a mirror, and the ground is clean enough for skating!
"Are you sure... I thought you hired a bunch of people to clean that kitchen!"
"A bunch of people?" Mel looked at Lin Kesong with the eyes you're joking, "Mr. Jiang always cleans up that kitchen. Before he left, he said that it was handed over to you to clean it up, indicating that he was in charge of you. trust."
… This kind of trust is stressful. She usually doesn't even tidy up her own room, how can she manage such a big kitchen
"Fifth..."
"Wait, there's a fifth?" Lin Kesong's scalp began to tingle.
Mel smiled. "I promise this is the last point."
"Okay, you say."
Mel's eyes sank: "Miss Lin, maybe you are not a culinary lover, and your goal in life is not to become a chef, but believe me, being by Mr. Jiang's side will definitely be something you will never forget throughout your life. experience. Cherish the present.”
I hope so…
No matter how you look at it, Jiang Qianfan doesn't seem like a good guy!
"Do I have to live here?" Lin Kesong did not give up his last struggle.
"If you want to be exhausted every day, you don't have to live here." Mel's fingers tapped in the air, piercing Lin Kesong's dream, "Think about the prize money of this competition. As long as you are not Stupid, there's no problem with finishing in the top three."
Top three
If she remembered correctly, there was a $30,000 reward for the third place! Her tuition is covered!
Lin Kesong's eyes suddenly filled with hope.
Stay and stay! What a big deal!
"That... I want to go back and get some luggage and get ready. This should be fine, right?"
"Of course. I'll let the driver take you back and pick you up on time at eight o'clock in the evening. Is it okay?"
"no problem!"
So, Lin Kesong got into a black car with no name, and took it back to his uncle's restaurant.
When she told her uncle that she was going to move out temporarily and live with her mentor, her uncle was very excited.
That night, Lin Kee Restaurant was closed. Almost all the friends that Uncle Lin Feng knew in the restaurant industry gathered here.
They even opened liquor to celebrate. They are all the operators or back chefs of ordinary Chinese restaurants, and they took turns to show off their skills, from Cantonese cuisine to Sichuan cuisine to Shandong cuisine.
"Ke Song! You have to study hard! You must know that although our Chinese food is famous in the world, here is always the world of foreign devils! Except for the Jiang family who hold up half the sky of our Chinese in the catering industry, there is really nothing amazing. character!"
Jiang family? Could it be Jiang Qianfan
Lin Kesong couldn't help but pricked up his ears to listen.
"Yeah! Mr. Jiang is the only master who can completely defeat those chefs in Europe and America! Whether it's Chinese food or Western food, it can be praised by harsh food critics one-sidedly!"
"The most important thing is that the Jiang family has always been committed to promoting Chinese food culture overseas. For example, the food street under construction was invested by the Jiang family. Mr. Jiang also returned to China in person to taste delicious food in various places. Bring the best snacks to that food court. Even the mayor of New York City is looking forward to it!”
Lin Kesong was a little surprised. She didn't expect Jiang Qianfan's reputation among his uncle and his friends to be so good.
"Hey, wait, Ke Song... Could your mentor be Jiang Qianfan?" Uncle suddenly asked.
Lin Kesong stopped. She promised before participating in the competition that she would not reveal who her mentor was.
"Okay! Lao Lin! It's not like you haven't watched "Food New York", why don't you know the rules of the competition? You will know who Ke Song's mentor is at the end!"
Fortunately, my uncle's friend helped Lin Kesong.
It didn't take long for them to come to respect Lin Kesong together, and all they said was that Lin Kesong should cherish this opportunity that they expected but could not get.
This time, in addition to the expectations of his uncle Lin Feng, Lin Kesong was burdened with the expectations of so many uncles and uncles.
She felt like a student who was about to set foot in the college entrance examination room, and there were countless expectant eyes outside the examination room.
After drinking a small glass of white wine, Lin Kesong was so hot that tears came to his eyes, and he coughed until his lungs were spewing out.
Everyone laughed, gave up filling Lin Kesong with liquor, and opened a few bottles of beer.
Lin Kesong thought he was awake, but it was like sitting on a merry-go-round, everything around her moved around her.
At eight o'clock in the evening, Jiang Qianfan's driver came to pick up Lin Kesong. Lin Kesong sat on the chair motionless, just smiled quietly.
No one knew what she was looking at, in her eyes, everyone was twisted like a fun mirror. Uncle patted her on the shoulder, but there was no response, and gave her another half glass of water, but she still smiled quietly.
"Is this girl drunk? Alas... She shouldn't be allowed to drink Erguotou! It's both liquor and beer, and the little girl is probably dizzy!"
They implored the driver to keep Lin Kesong here for another night, but a phone call from Mel changed everyone's mind.
☆、You bite me!
"Tomorrow at noon at 12:00, the MP and an important supporter ordered lunch in our restaurant. Miss Lin's tutor will show her the cooking process of the three-star restaurant. From preparation of ingredients to seasoning to In the final installation, every step is extremely meticulous. It's just that there is no guarantee, what will be the reaction of Miss Lin's instructor if she doesn't see her on the departure car tomorrow?"
Without further ado, these uncles and uncles carried Lin Kesong into the car. Uncle Lin Feng's thousands of instructions were heard in Lin Kesong's ears, and he was at a loss.
The car started to move, and her uncle Lin Feng's shouting to call back at any time finally made her a little sober. When she turned her head and looked back, her uncle's figure was getting farther and farther away. And when the uncle returned to the restaurant to see his friends, one of them pointed to the bottle of Red Star Erguotou and said, "Lao Lin, what about 52-proof liquor... Are we going too far?"
"Since you know it's too much, why did you pour her out at that time?"
"Isn't that happy?"
The lights of New York, the city that never sleeps, are as prosperous as stars, passing over Lin Kesong's face.
And she found herself floating in this vast sea of stars.
Suddenly my heart was empty.
She took out her mobile phone, and there was only one text message from Song Yiran: I'm going to San Francisco, don't charge the wrong money at the checkout!
Idiot... she's not a cashier now! She's about to learn to cook with a Michelin master!
Lin Kesong leaned his head against the car window and clicked on Song Yiran's Weibo. It was a photo with some hot girls in a nightclub. He smiled lazily, recklessly enjoying the drunkenness of this city that never sleeps.
Then, her eyes were sore.
When they finally returned to Jiang Qianfan's villa, Mel and a slightly fat middle-aged woman in an apron were waiting for them at the door.
Mel saw Lin Kesong swaying out of the car and couldn't tell the difference.