Liuxiang

In just a blink of an eye, it was the last moment before the game.

Ever since he opened his eyes this morning, Yi Baitang has been a little restless. He basically doesn't know what he's thinking the whole time. Whether it's brushing his teeth, washing his face or eating breakfast, he relies on Shang Huaiyan to push him every step of the way.But when he finished his breakfast and sat in front of the coffee table full of questionnaires, he suddenly came back to his senses, and frowned after taking the questionnaire.

Shang Huaiyan was matching the clothes to be worn in front of the mirror.

He took a photo of a blue tie, frowned and put it away, it was too old-fashioned; then picked up a bright yellow tie for a photo, continued to frown and put it away, enigmatic and lively.

He had to look for his tie again, and at the same time reminded Yi Baitang who was still in his pajamas: "There is only one hour left before the start of the game."

Yi Baitang was absent-minded: "It only takes 10 minutes to go from here."

Shang Huaiyan persuaded: "You haven't changed your clothes yet, so you can't press there."

Yi Baitang: "Wasn't yesterday's routine very good?"

Shang Huaiyan looked WTF: "That T-shirt and jeans? And you've been wearing them for a day?"

Yi Baitang: "Can't you?"

Shang Huaiyan said decisively, "No way!"

Just like Yi Baitang, he suddenly realized that he still had a lot of things to prepare, so he suddenly panicked, quickly opened the door of the closet, and quickly picked out three sets of Yi Baitang's formal suits, one to wear and two to wear. With a spare, regardless of the struggle of the person on the sofa, he directly put the person up and changed his clothes!

In front of the mirror, Yi Baitang was forced to put on new clothes, his face full of displeasure, and then he continued to read the questionnaire.

Another 15 minutes passed, and there were only 45 minutes left before the start.

Shang Huaiyan realized that he didn't have much time to tangle with the tie: "Which tie do you think looks better?"

Yi Baitang commented: "They all look good."

Shang Huaiyan frowned: "This is a big day, I want to dress more formally."

Yi Baitang: "You are dressed very formally."

Shang Huaiyan looked at his clothes in the cloakroom and thought: "Do you know what dishes you guys will cook later?"

Yi Baitang: "Stir-fried river prawns."

Shang Huaiyan was taken aback: "Hey, are you sure?"

Yi Baitang looked bored: "The old man said it a long time ago."

Shang Huaiyan knew what kind of tie he was going to wear.

He picked out a tie with a purple background and an orange crooked shrimp pattern on it, looked in the mirror, tied it with satisfaction, then took the two people's replacement clothes, dragged Yi Baitang, He hurried out of the house before the countdown to 10 minutes and headed towards the garage.

As soon as the door was opened, the sky was blue and the grass was green. A white car was parked in front of the grass. The owner of the car leaned on the car boredly and raised his head, with a slight reproach in his tone: "There are only three or ten minutes left. I thought you guys weren't going to compete anymore."

Shang Huaiyan smiled: "Auntie, come with us."

Dong En did not refuse, left the car here, got into Shang Huaiyan's car, and sat in the back seat of the car with Yi Baitang.

As soon as she came to Yi Baitang's side, she realized something was wrong.

From the beginning to the end, my son held a questionnaire in his hand and read it over and over again, and his eyes never glanced at other places.

But what's so good about this questionnaire?

Isn't it just a simple sentence "It's delicious, I feel good after eating it"?

She also followed Yi Baitang to read more than a thousand forms from the six canteens, and this kind of answer should account for 90.00% of the total number of the most common answers.

Dong En said first, "Baitang?"

As expected, there was no answer.

Dong En turned to Shang Huaiyan: "What happened to him?"

Shang Huaiyan: "It's been like this since I woke up in the morning, maybe I'm a little nervous..."

Yi Baitang said suddenly: "There is still something wrong."

The other two said in unison: "Where?"

Yi Baitang closed his mouth again, frowning, deep in thought.

Dong En then turned his gaze to Shang Huaiyan in front of him. Through the rearview mirror, she and Shang Huaiyan communicated with each other with their eyes: this should still be nervous, right?

I also think it should be.Shang Huaiyan.

So what should we do now?Dong En continued to ask.

"Baitang." In the carriage, Shang Huaiyan suddenly said.

Dong En quickly and patiently waited for the other party's kind words.

"Try taking three deep breaths?" Shang Huaiyan asked tentatively.

"..." Dong En.

"Okay, shut up." Yi Baitang responded coldly to Shang Huaiyan's suggestion.

I still have to come.The forty-year-old woman inexplicably felt a trace of the heaviness of life.She pondered for a long time, coughed lightly, and pulled Yi Baitang's attention: "Baitang, did your grandfather tell you about his childhood?" She didn't wait for Yi Baitang to answer, and continued on her own, "When your grandfather was a child, he was a child of a poor family in the countryside. At that time, only those with the best family background could go to school, and the rest were either farming or working as laborers. When your grandfather was 12 years old, the hometown No, a cook in the county came back to his hometown to worship his ancestors, so your grandfather begged him to take him out as an apprentice so that he could earn some money and send it back home."

This passage really caught Yi Baitang's attention.

Yi Baitang's gaze fixed on the questionnaire moved slightly.

"Later, the old man served the chef for two years before starting to formally learn cooking skills."

"That's right," Dong En nodded and continued to recall, "It was many times more difficult to learn a skill than it is now. Two years later, your grandfather officially became an apprentice and he had a salary in his hand. The chef found an excuse to kick him out of the restaurant because he learned too fast and kept bringing forth the new. However, because of his good cooking skills, he was quickly recognized by other people and became a real chef. At first, Grandpa After supporting the family with his salary as a cook in the city; when there was a turmoil later, my grandfather protected the family with his cooking skills. There is a story about your grandfather, which was the favorite of your grandmother who passed away in the early years. You Grandma is a lady from a scholarly family, and she had the chance to marry a small military officer, but before she got married, a group of Japanese invaders came to the city where she lived, and there were only a few officers and soldiers in the city at that time, so she had no confidence to stop her. The Japanese invaders, the whole city is panicked from top to bottom, as if mourning. At this time, your grandfather took the initiative to stand up and point out that the Japanese invaders outside the city seem to have just lost a battle, and they are not familiar with the situation in the city. We can eat well Treat them well, meet their demands, and stabilize them before we talk.”

"Later, the old man cooked three meals in a row with a few people, and the fragrance of each meal wafted ten miles away. The Japanese invaders were dragged away, and then they were wiped out by the rushing army." Yi Baitang continued.

"Did your grandfather tell you what happened afterwards?" Dong En asked.

"later?"

"When your grandfather took people to deliver things to the Japanese invaders, your grandmother crowded in the crowd and saw your grandfather. From then on, she refused to marry the small officer who was appointed before and insisted on being with your grandfather." Dong En said. Jiao smiled, "There are many other little stories about cooking. For your grandpa, from the beginning to the end, cooking changed his life throughout his life. He has been cooking for so many years, and my mother doesn't know about it." How powerful is he now..."

"I know." Yi Baitang said.

"..." Dong En paused, the consolation he had prepared could not be uttered immediately, even the hand that was planning to touch Yi Baitang's head began to itch, and he really wanted to hit the ignorant person hard .

"But..." Yi Baitang said again, "It seems..."

He recalled Dong En's last words, and vaguely had some hazy thoughts.

"We're here." Shang Huaiyan's voice suddenly sounded.

The sapphire blue car jumped to both sides of the road, jumped out of the torrent of continuous vehicles, then circled the flagpole, passed the railing, and stopped slowly.

In the line of sight, the three-storey high and low, the five-star red flag hanging in front, the red and yellow outer walls, and the velvet curtain hanging behind the windows can be seen from far to near.

10 minutes before the official final, the backstage of the auditorium was already packed with staff and contestants.

Yi Baitang, Shang Huaiyan, and their mother had just entered when they saw people coming and going, and the little fat man yelled in the distance: "What are you talking about? There will be at least ten media outlets, and three more Live broadcast on the TV station? Later, there will be high-ranking officials coming to present the Contribution Award to the King of Chefs? We still have to put on white powder and lipstick and stand in front of the camera? I’m a man—”

Then came the anxious voice of the young makeup artist: "Quickly stop moving! The powder on your face is not evenly applied yet!"

Then, Senior Brother Jiang's laughing voice was added: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, you are still a little fat boy——Baitang, you are finally here! Come quickly—"

Brother Jiang saw Yi Baitang in a blink of an eye, he hurriedly greeted him, and looked left and right, trying to find a make-up artist who was still available.

Yi Baitang passed Senior Brother Jiang, walked straight from the backstage to the curtain of the auditorium, and interrupted Senior Brother Jiang indifferently: "No."

Shang Huaiyan took a step behind, raised his hand and patted Senior Brother Jiang on the shoulder, comforting the person who was mercilessly abandoned: "It's okay, he is naturally beautiful, with red lips and white teeth, and he is not afraid of the camera. Even with makeup, he may not look better."

Brother Jiang: "So why are you also in the backstage of the contestants..."

Shang Huaiyan calmly said, "Because I am a relative and friend of the contestants."

Brother Jiang hadn't had time to say another word when the sound of exciting music suddenly came from the auditorium. The other two contestants who were willing or unwilling to sit on a chair and have their makeup done by a makeup artist immediately jumped up like rabbits, and took three steps. And took two steps to sneak to where Yi Baitang was, and looked out through the gap of the big red curtain.

I saw the host standing in the middle of the stage in a tuxedo, with sincere emotions and a powerful voice: "The chef king competition is held once a year, and the additional competition is held every four years. Every year we can compete for a chef. The newly born chef kings, these chef kings have joined the domestic catering system to develop and promote the progress of my country's cuisine field, making the title of "gourmet country" resound throughout the world.

"In China, there are many names of chef kings that are familiar to everyone. They have also participated in the additional competition of chef kings and become challengers or examiners. This year, another annual supplementary competition, our challengers are three A young chef, challenged by the one everyone knows—

"He's been retired for a long time.

"He has presided over state banquets for ten years and is the country's first state banquet master; he once promoted the signing of a national-level contract with a dish; he reformed the system of chef associations, proposed chef grading requirements, and divided hotel and restaurant ratings Project, is the first chairman and first honorary chairman of the Chefs Association; he is best at Huaiyang cuisine, and has always been the only leader of Huaiyang cuisine for half a century; there are countless domestic chefs named after him Charitable fund, the fund helps hundreds of poor cooks every year.

"Others are in the hall of honor, he created the hall of honor.

"His name is Dong, Fang, Zhi!"

Above the auditorium, behind the host, the huge screen flickered with fluorescent light, and the long history of honors and titles was like a black waterfall, splashing ink down!