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When Wang Wu was young, he had a small desk at the headquarters of the food review agency.

The desk is in the corner of the communal office area, next to the window on the left.

The sunlight always shines on the desk unobstructed, making it difficult for people to see the light screen clearly.

Wang Wu had just worked for a short time at that time, and his work was rough and rough, and he was not very understanding of the world.For the convenience of writing, I found a few pieces of black cardboard and pasted half of the window.

Colleagues are not happy with this post, whether it looks good or not is another matter, what is it to block other people's light?

So Wang Wu tore up the jammed paper again, sweating profusely, and said sorry dozens of times.

Later, the colleague sitting next to him helped out and gave him a wonderful hat.The brim of the hat protruded half a meter long, just enough to cover the light screen. Finally, Wang Wu was able to write well and became friends with that colleague.

The colleague is also a newcomer.

He has a cheerful personality, loves to talk and laugh, often has dimples on the corners of his mouth, and is very popular.

Since making friends, Wang Wu has been almost inseparable from him.

At that time, they were all newcomers in the agency, and they had to do various chores every day, and they often didn't write many manuscripts when they got off work.

At this time, the ambitious Wang Wu always stays to work overtime, and his colleagues naturally accompany him.

It is always easy to forget the time when writing a manuscript. When Wang Wu is called back to his senses by his stomach, he often finds that it is late at night.

At this time, colleagues often have already prepared a supper and walk towards him with a plate.

Wang Wu still remembers that night.

There was a strong wind blowing outside, making the windows slam.

He pulled out a gap on the messy table, rubbed his hands and waited for his colleagues to feed him.That day, my colleague served a bowl of noodles, topped with shredded pickled cabbage and pork, which he brought from home.

Wang Wu was so hungry that he took the bowl and blew it first, then shoveled the noodles into his mouth.

"Is the topping a little salty?" My colleague muttered, "I changed the salt at home yesterday, and I always feel that it feels wrong."

Wang Wu ate, and said vaguely: "It's salty, didn't you see that I was buried in the noodle soup?"

"..." Colleagues scolded with a smile: "You're just a cheap mouth, if you don't like it, don't eat it!"

Talking about coming to grab it.

Wang Wu hurriedly picked up the bowl and hid back and forth. The young people were so noisy that they couldn't even eat a supper.

"Hey, your tongue is amazing, you're talented." After the quarrel, the colleague sighed, resting his chin with his hands, and the lights were shining in his eyes.

While drinking the soup, Wang Wu raised his eyelids.

His eyes slipped past his colleague's eyes and landed on the pear dimple at the corner of his mouth.

"You can eat and write. If you work hard, you will succeed." The colleague said, laughing: "Me too."

"of course."

The rumbling wind outside the window hit the window, but it couldn't enter the steaming corner.

The young Wang Wu said: "If you pass the certification exam in the second half of the year, you will be promoted to two stars next year if you have enough articles. In this way, you can go to study for a degree in two years."

The colleague nodded: "Step by step, Samsung is just around the corner! Maybe you can go to university and become a teaching assistant..."

"How can a teaching assistant be enough? To be a professor is right!" Wang Wu said.

"The three stars are not enough, let's be a four-star food critic." The colleague laughed: "Whenever we go, there will be a special car to pick us up, and we will hold a banner, just write that we welcome famous food critics to come and guide us..."

"Then respectfully treat us to some of the best local cuisine."

"That's a must, walk all over the 28th area of ​​​​the alliance..."

The more they talked, the more excited they became, eating noodles worth only five credits, sitting by the window that was blown by the bang, daydreaming every young person would have a daydream.

Dreams are filled with soap-bubble, golden, glittering desires.

Colleagues always make noodles, after all, the small pot in the office can't do anything else.

So Wang Wu ate toppings of various flavors, such as shredded pork with green pepper, eggplant with fish flavor, tomato and egg... In that corner, he chatted too much with his colleagues.The more he talked, the more beautiful he became, and the more he talked, the more real he became, as if such a beautiful future was really waiting for him in front of him.

That was the period when his desire was the most inflated.

Later, everything became true, Wang Wu looked back, but found that he was not as satisfied as he imagined.

But the colleague who wanted to share it with him died early in a wormhole disaster without leaving even a message.

After so many years, Wang Wu gradually became silent and serious.

Money is just a number to him, and he has eaten all the delicacies of the alliance, so he has no expectations for any "innovative" dishes.

He will no longer dream, there will be no shining golden bubbles in his dreams, and there will be no colleagues with pear dimples at the corners of their mouths sitting across the table looking at him.

Until I tasted this bowl of shredded pork noodles with pickled vegetables.

He seems to have returned to that windy night.

He ate a bowl of ordinary noodles that didn't taste very good, but could satisfy his hunger, and imagined the future worth looking forward to.

…………

Master Wang Wu's tears scared everyone.

Is this delicious or unpalatable! ?That's a master!Everyone is crying!

However, Wang Wu seemed to have forgotten that he was being a judge, and his movements were as elegant as tasting, but he kept chopsticks no matter what.

Jiang Li had completely lost his mind, and he didn't dare to speak again before he figured out what happened.

Looking at the side, the two chefs and Ke Shen actually started to eat, so he also took a bite of fried rice hesitantly, but he didn't notice anything special.

what is the problem?

What should he say?

A moment later, Ke Shen came to the rescue.

He just drank half a bowl of soup, put down his spoon, and said, "It's very delicious, this is my favorite dish tonight."

Jiang Li turned his head in astonishment.

Ke Shen ignored him, and said to himself: "I'm a singer. To protect my throat, I hardly touch chili peppers. Just now, contestant Ma Yuan's work is quite delicious, but it's too spicy for me."

He paused, and continued: "And my first two dishes happened to be dry, and the taste was relatively strong. In front of you, I didn't have the nerve to ask someone to pour water. Before Xiaoqiu's soup came, my The heart has already flown to the audience...fortunately, it saved me."

Light laughter sounded from all around, and Ke Shen twitched the corners of his mouth cooperatively.

"The three delicacies soup itself is also very good. The ingredients are harmoniously matched, and none of the ingredients are overcooked. The shrimp at the end is cooked just right, adding freshness to the whole soup."

He looked at Qiu Qiu, paused, and said seriously: "Although your soup is delicious, I was just wondering if it fits the theme..."

"Yes." Master Wang Wu finally put down his chopsticks and interrupted him.

Ke Shen smiled: "Master? I wanted to say the same thing."

The other two chefs had just finished eating the pancakes. The female chef thought of something and rubbed her eyes twice.Now they say in unison: "I think so too."

"Desire is not a lofty word, it is closely related to people's feelings." The female chef said: "Only you, the dishes I really want are what I really want. I didn't understand until just now."

"And it's well done!" The male chef exclaimed: "It's really delicious, I can't stop eating it!"

Ke Shen said: "It reminds me of the days when I wasn't famous. My manager often ordered this soup for me... I've really eaten a lot, and yours is the best."

Qiu Qiu raised his head proudly.

Finally, Wang Wu smiled slowly: "You remind me a lot. I want to thank you."

With the master's words and the unanimous praise of the other three, Qiu Qiu's No. 1 is already a certainty.

The two contestants standing on the side of the stage with their hands behind their backs looked at each other and sighed with complicated emotions.

But Ma Yuan is more than complicated.

He is terrified.

how so?This can be done!

Is desire understood in this way?Isn't this a cooking competition!

Why is his skill not as good as a fool who makes fried rice and noodles! ?

Ma Yuan was thinking, staring fiercely at Jiang Li who was in the judges' seat.

Come on, say something?Don't you want to protect me, protect me!

Jiang Li seemed to have received his brain waves, and finally came back to his senses.

He took another bite, but still felt that it was just ordinary fried rice, so he couldn't hold back and asked, "Is it really delicious?"

Ke Shen was surprised: "It's delicious, don't you think? The soup is very refreshing, and I really miss it too. After taking a sip, my appetite arose."

The four of them stood up and surrounded Master Wang Wu together, intending to determine the ranking.

"Is your fried rice not delicious?" The female chef also showed a surprised face when she heard half of the sentence.

"No..." Jiang Li forced a smile.

"I still have some soup," Ke Shen smiled, "I'll give you a taste of it."

"Me too." The female chef hurriedly said.

Half a minute later, everyone had a mouthful of soup, their eyes lit up, and they praised each other.

Only Jiang Li was at a loss, but dared not speak.

"As for the fried rice, let us try it too." The female chef said playfully.

"Ah." Jiang Li pushed the plate and saw them scooping it up one by one.Afterwards, Jiang Li was stunned when he was showered with compliments.

He couldn't help but look up, just in time to meet Master Wang Wu's face.

The face is pure satisfaction.

It turned out that the master also thought it was delicious.

Jiang Li stood up row after row with goosebumps all over his body, feeling like he had entered a ghost story.

He even pinched his thigh to make sure he wasn't dreaming.

Why?Why can't he eat what others can eat?

What went wrong?

Is it my problem, or the mental problem, or the tongue problem?

The world seemed to be distorted in an instant, and the air seemed to be drained.Jiang Li restrained himself and didn't take a big breath, but his back was already soaked in sweat.

He wondered anxiously, could he...can no longer be a commentator?