"What? The Catering Association Finals has been expanded to the [God of Cooking Competition], and chefs from all over the country are allowed to participate?!"
In the catering tower, in the office of Tower Director Fang Yaoting, Ye Hong looked at Fang Yaoting in front of him in astonishment.
Fang Yaoting also had a wry smile on his face: "The power of God is unpredictable, and I didn't expect Director Mo to change his mind yesterday."
Seeing Ye Hong frowning, he comforted him: "But don't worry, there is no conflict between the [God of Cooking Competition] and the Catering Association Finals.
The final appointment of the restaurant association president will be decided based on the ranking in the God of Cooking Competition.
Only those who have registered a Bailu City restaurant and participated in the promotion competition can participate in the competition.
In other words, the ones who actually participated in the Catering Association Finals are still the five of you who advanced, and the rest are just here for the reputation of the God of Cooking. "
Hearing Fang Yaoting's words, Ye Hong felt slightly relieved, but still frowned in thought.
This sudden change caught him off guard.
Especially since this idea was proposed by the unfathomable old man, it made Ye Hong even more suspicious.
At this point, what is the point of Mo Tianlin doing something like this
"Don't think too much, perhaps Director Mo just wants to take the opportunity to expand Bailu City's influence in the national catering industry.
As you know, President Mo is a gourmet himself and is very interested in catering.
I think the reason why he holds such a chef competition is to attract more excellent chefs to settle in Bailu City. "
Fang Yaoting was analyzing it logically, but Ye Hong didn't think so.
Somehow, he always felt that something would happen in today's game.
It's nine o'clock in the morning, and the city hall is particularly lively today.
Group after group of people dressed in different styles entered the city hall, dragging pots and pans.
Many of these people were wearing white chef robes.
Even many city hall staff came out from the white towers to watch the excitement.
The reason why it is so lively is because of the [God of Cooking Competition] that has been spreading a lot!
In front of the giant white tower where the provincial palace is located, and in the square between the white tower of the city palace, a huge banner has been pulled up.
The vigorous characters "Master of Cooking Competition" written by Mo Tianlin himself appeared on the banner.
At nine o'clock, people from all walks of life gathered in the square one after another.
On the makeshift stage, Fang Yaoting picked up the microphone, coughed twice, and looked around the stage.
Among them, there were five dignified people sitting on the stage, and they looked like they had a lot of background.
The stage was densely divided into two areas.
In this area, most of them are obviously chefs.
In another area, there are three religions and nine streams, and all kinds of people.
In the chef's area, Ye Hong stood with his arms folded and silently looked at the surrounding environment.
"I am very happy that everyone is invited to participate in Bailu City's first Chef God Competition today. Please allow me to introduce myself first."
Fang Yaoting, who was on the stage, had already taken the microphone and started talking at length, but most of the empty words were automatically blocked by Ye Hong, leaving the key information to himself.
"After the selection of the catering tower, there are a total of ten contestants in today's Chef God Competition. They are the winner of the Huangming District of the Restaurant Association Competition - Ye Hong of Night Food Restaurant."
Fang Yaoting paused and pointed at Ye Hong in the chef area.
Countless lines of sight suddenly focused on the youngest boy present.
Curiosity, jealousy, speculation, disgust, disdain. All kinds of complicated eyes greeted Ye Hong.
(End of chapter)