Gourmet conquest starts from the entertainment industry

"Father, I got paid today. I saved some and transferred 2000 to you. You can buy some supplements for grandma and take good care of your body." Jiang Yingying went back to her hut and thought about how much money she had. In the local area, the salary of 2600 yuan was transferred to Jiang's father 2000 yuan, and the remaining 600 yuan plus the 1000 yuan red envelope given by the master was enough to live on.

"Yingying, why are there so many transfers? Do you have enough for yourself? Don't worry about family affairs. There is Dad."

"Don't worry, Dad, it's enough. I have a master for food and lodging, and I don't have much money to spend. There are a lot of places to spend money at home, and I can earn a lot now."

"It's hard work. Remember to know how to be grateful, study hard, and don't embarrass your master. I will send you an address later, and I have some mountain goods at home to send to you, so I can show my heart."

"Yeah, got it, Dad. I will."

"Then hang up. Pay attention to your body. If you need anything, call your father."

"Yeah, you too."

In this way, Jiang Yingying fell asleep with expectations for a better life in the future.

Another beautiful start to the day, Zhou Mochen took a shower and was enjoying a delicious breakfast.

Suddenly a bell rang.

"Hello, Zhou Mochen?"

"President Yan? What's the matter?"

"That's right. The three-year National Youth Culinary Competition qualifiers have begun. In theory, all registered chefs under the age of 30 can participate, but in practice we will only notify those above the third level, but yours The situation is special, we discussed it and let you know, you decide whether you want to sign up or not."

"Thank you! I want to try it. When is the game time? What is the format? I haven't come into contact with this."

"This youth culinary competition is divided into three stages. The first stage is the municipal preliminaries, and the top three can participate in the provincial promotion competition. The provincial time is in the middle of next month, and the top three at the provincial level can participate in the national semi-finals Yes, the semi-finals will be divided into three groups at the end of December, and the first place in each group will participate in the finals on January 1st to compete for the top three."

"Yeah, I'll sign up."

"Sure enough, I read you right. I guessed that you will definitely participate. I hope you will shine in the competition, participate in the atmosphere, and calm down. You are still young. There are many star chefs, even close to two-star chefs. have."

"Well, thank you President Yan, I will try my best."

"Well, you can go to the association's official website to register in a while. There will be information notifications on the competition venue."

"Yeah. Understood, sorry to trouble you."

After hanging up the phone, Zhou Mochen's eyes were shining, and his craftsmanship needs to be verified by each other. This competition came at a very timely time.

After returning to the room, he took out the computer that had been sealed for a long time. After opening it for a long time, he found that the computer was broken. This computer was bought by Zhou Mochen when he was just in college.

"This broken computer has really been isolated from the world for a long time, and it has passed away. It is inevitable that I will use it in the future. I will buy a new one as a reward for myself."

Then he hailed a car and went straight to the commercial street. There were really not many people wandering in the commercial street in the early morning, but it didn't attract crowds like last time. Only a few whisperers dared not come forward.

When I arrived at the Huaxing flagship store where I bought a mobile phone last time, I happened to meet the young lady from last time.

"Hello! Mr. Zhou, right?"

"You have a really good memory!"

"Hehe, I'm impressed. My name is Yang Siqian, and I'm the store manager here. I'll introduce you to what you need this time."

"Well, a laptop and a tablet."

"Well, do you have a budget?"

"It's better configured."

"Well, okay, then come with me."

Yang Siqian led Zhou Mochen to look at several prototypes, and tried them one by one.

"This and this, give me one each." Zhou Mochen pointed to a black notebook and a silver tablet and said.

"Well, okay, Mr. Zhou, please wait a moment in the reception room here. I'll go and deliver the goods to you."

"Um!"

After a while, Yang Siqian led a master to the reception room with a bunch of boxes.

"Mr. Zhou, take a look. This is the original package that was unpacked. Now I will install the system and film for you. How do you pay for it?"

"Fortune Treasure!"

19,800 yuan, when the payment was completed, the master immediately began to unpack the box.

I have to say that the master's craftsmanship is still very skilled, and it takes 20 minutes to install the system software and install the film.

Zhou Mochen took a computer bag and took a taxi back home.

Can't wait to turn on the computer, log in to the official website of the Culinary Art Association, the event notification pushed on the homepage is the National Youth Cooking Competition. Click to enter, enter the chef's information to prompt that the registration is successful.

At the same time, there is also a live video of the youth culinary competition three years ago in the activity section. Only provincial leagues, semi-finals and finals.

Clicking on one of the videos, Zhou Mochen was addicted to it. There is really nothing to say about the skills of those who can participate in the league. The unintentional move broadened Zhou Mochen's horizons. I underestimated the people of the world, and I was really complacent in the past.

Zhou Mochen's culinary skills were passed on too easily, and the realm of the God of Cookery was too high. Although he consciously inherited the way, Zhou Mochen's understanding still had some deviations. He now needs to find his place among chefs of the same level.

Check the time, turn off the computer, go into Xingchenzhu and bring the ingredients prepared by Zhuzhu, and ride a tricycle to the store.

"Master, you are here!" Jiang Yingying, who was cutting potato shreds seriously, saw Zhou Mochen moving things, and greeted him with a smile.

"Well, well done." He habitually glanced at the shredded potatoes.

"Hee hee!" Jiang Yingying was very happy to get Zhou Mochen's affirmation.

"Brother Zhou, the Youth Cooking Competition is about to start, have you signed up yet?"

"How did you know about this game?"

"Hey, as a foodie, as long as it has something to do with food, I will care about it. Otherwise, it doesn't fit my status as a foodie."

"Well, I signed up."

"Really? Haha, I'll go to the scene to cheer you on then."

"Thanks!"

"Haha! I have to tell everyone the good news."

Zhou Mochen ignored it, but turned around and went to his own job.

"I have good news for everyone, the registration for the National Youth Cooking Competition has started."

"It's good news, I know it."

"I know it too, but I won't say it."

"I don't know, but it's none of my business."

"The good news is that brother Zhou has also signed up for the competition. The news is true. I just asked the deity."

"Really? Looking forward to it!"

"Sisters, start your relationship and get tickets. Although there is a live broadcast, I don't want to support my male god through the screen."

"Brothers, let's not be idle, it's time to unify the outside world."

"Draw your sword, let's fight. After half a month, the first match will be the city-level qualifiers. Only the top three will be able to participate in the provincial level."

"According to my estimation, it's no problem for Brother Zhou to be among the top three at the municipal level, but it's hard to say at the provincial level."

When Murong Ruoxue saw the messages in the group, she changed her clothes and was about to go out.

"Why are you going? It's almost time for dinner, don't you want to eat?" Chu Xianger asked when she saw Murong Ruoxue who was about to go out.

"I'm going to Brother Mochen, I need to find him!" The slightly immature face was serious.

"Go, go, do you have some food left?" Seeing Murong Ruoxue's cute little expression, Chu Xiang'er suddenly wanted to pinch her little face.

"No need, I'll eat at brother Mochen's later." After finishing speaking, he went out.

When Murong Ruoxue came to the store, Zhou Mochen was still busy, and she didn't step forward to disturb her, she consciously brought a fruit plate, sat on a small stool, and waited for Zhou Mochen to finish his work.

Zhou Mochen looked at her and shook his head amusedly. He didn't speak, and continued to be busy with the work in hand.

When the time came to 1 o'clock, Zhou Mochen was also busy.

"Have you eaten?" Looking at Murong Ruoxue, she asked.

"No, brother Mochen, I'm here to eat." He spoke with confidence.

"Well, then wait."

After speaking, he turned around and left to start the fire to make lunch, and a silky operation lunch was ready. Three dishes and one soup.

Seeing that Zhou Mochen had finished work, Jiang Yingying had already got up to serve the meal and set the chopsticks.

"Let's eat."

"Go ahead, I'm starving."

"Ruoxue, slow down, be careful not to choke."

"Brother Mochen, are you going to participate in the qualifiers of the National Youth Cooking Competition?"

"Um."

"It's great. I checked the time. It just so happens that I haven't started school yet. I can go cheer you on and record a promotional video."

"Stupid Ruoxue, it's so far away, how can you record it? Can you still be on stage?"

"Hee hee, others can't do it, they didn't say I can't do it. You will know when the time comes."

"Really? Here, I will reward you with a pig's trotter. I heard that this can replenish collagen. Make the skin elastic and tender."

Zhou Mochen subconsciously looked at the two little girls with black lines all over their heads. One was 17 years old and the other was 20 years old. Collagen? Ah!

"Brother Mochen, please work hard! I believe you will be able to reach the final. The venue of the final must be the Imperial Capital. I can go and see you, haha, I am too smart."

"Yeah, come on, master. I also believe that you can make it to the final."

This is the highest affirmation Zhou Mochen has received so far. Are you in the finals? His eyes narrowed for a moment.

"Okay. Let's eat."

The two little girls got an affirmative answer and went to cook happily. The sweet fish-flavored shredded pork really fit their taste.

After eating, I greeted the two girls and went home directly.

Murong Ruoxue came to accompany Jiang Yingying when she had nothing to do, in fact, she came to eat fruit with her.

"Huh...wow!" There was a sound of waves.

Zhou Mochen, who had just arrived home, took out his mobile phone and had fun.

"Big star, what advice do you have?"

"Haha, Xiao Chenzi, haven't I seen you for a long time? Greetings." Hu Ge replied.

"Come on. Tell me what's the matter." Zhou Mochen looked disgusted.

"Hey, of course I'm going to grab a meal." Hu Ge replied as a matter of course.

"Is it really okay to answer so confidently?" Zhou Mochen said helplessly.

"It must be good." After speaking, he was also happy.

"I have made an appointment with Mr. Huang and they will come to visit tomorrow. Be happy."

"Understood. How about this, I will concentrate tomorrow's share at noon, and I will be at home tomorrow afternoon, and I will not open the door." Zhou Mochen thought for a while and said.

"You boy. Got it. We can have a good chat if we go there earlier. See you tomorrow." Hu Ge shook his head and smiled.

"Well, see you tomorrow." After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone.

Hu Ge looked at the hung up phone in astonishment.

"That's right, I'm not a woman!"

If he knew that Zhou Mochen, apart from his family, hung up the phone calls of other people, regardless of gender, he would definitely laugh at Zhou Mochen as a straight man.

"The plan has changed, adjust the time, tomorrow at 3:30 p.m. Lao Zhou is closed at night." Estimated the time and sent out a few messages.

After hanging up the phone, Zhou Mochen took the tablet computer and downloaded all the game videos from the Culinary Arts Association's official website to the computer. Then he took the tablet and entered the star bead.

"Brother. Hehe." Zhuzhu flew over with her little wings and landed on Zhou Mochen's shoulder.

"Zhuzhu is good."

Zhou Mochen went to lie down on the recliner in the yard, turned on the tablet and watched the downloaded video. Zhuzhu flew to make tea and wash fruits for Zhou Mochen.

A video I watched with gusto. Whatever you like is fine.

"Brother, drink tea. Made your favorite Maojian." After a while, Kung Fu Zhuzhu came back. Zhou Mochen drank half of dozens of teas, and Mao Jian was his favorite.

"Thank you Zhuzhu, my brother likes you the most. It would be great if you could be older, like a five or six-year-old little girl."

"Okay brother, Zhuzhu's body is that big. I can come out when the star pearl is half repaired. Now it's just my illusioned clone."

"Really? Brother is looking forward to it. Come on, Zhuzhu." Zhou Mochen looked forward to it when he thought of a five or six-year-old soft and cute girl sitting on his shoulder calling his brother.

"Yeah. Brother, eat fruit."

"Been fed. Well, this feels really good." Zhou Mochen thought to himself.

One big and one small started to comment on the video. The atmosphere is warm and unusual. If Li Xin and the others saw that Zhou Mochen had such a gentle side, they would definitely scold the double-standard dog.

"Old Dou. Where's my tea." Li Xin searched Zhou Mochen for the tea that Zhou Mochen gave her. Seeing Li Guoxin who was reading a book, he asked.

"Ah? I didn't see it." Li Guoxin's mouth twitched. He glanced at his teacup.

"Really?" Li Xin looked suspiciously at his father, then at the cup in front of him.

"Oh, it's just two cans of tea. Dad will buy you a box later." Li Guoxin couldn't bear the look in his daughter's eyes, so he could only confess and be lenient.

"Old Dou, how can you be like this. That tea was given to me by someone else. There is nothing for sale outside. Hurry up and return the can. Dahongpao returns it to me." Li Xin knew it was her when the tea leaves disappeared. Reliable dad took it.

"Cough, um, that can is for your grandpa to go." Li Guoxin blushed.

"Did you show off to grandpa again? That was reserved for grandpa." Li Xin knew his father too well. The way these two get along is really unbearable.

"Hey." Li Guoxin laughed dryly.

"Hey, dear old Dou, you are going to be finished. Grandpa Su must have got the tea leaves too. And there must be two cans. Guess whether Grandpa Su will chat with Grandpa. Haha, you are miserable." Li Xin thought for a moment With Su Qian's filial piety, both cans of tea must have been sent. As soon as the two old men meet, my old man will definitely blow his ass.

"Huh? Baby girl. You have to save me." Thinking of the scene where his old man taught him a lesson, Li Guoxin went numb.

"Why did you go early. Let you take my tea. Hmph." After speaking, he turned his head and left, ignoring Li Guoxin who was already dumbfounded.