Chapter 120 Begins
On the first day Liu Qian didn't come to dinner, Comrade Wang Xiulian missed her.
The second day after Liu Qian didn't come to dinner, Comrade Jiang Jiankang missed her.
On the third day when Liu Qian didn't come to dinner, Comrade Jiang Feng...
No, the third day is the 11th. Jiang Feng has to prepare to participate in the competition. Besides, Jiang Feng doesn't want Liu Qian.
Liu Qian and Wu Minqi both brought home-pickled kimchi back to school, and Wu Minqi carried a large jar of pickled vegetables made by her grandfather. They were as good as the kimchi pickled by Jiang Weiming and each had its own flavor. Liu Qian brought a small jar, which contained some young ginger, carrots, cowpeas and the like. No one knew how it tasted, because she was lonely while waiting for the food and her mouth was smooth.
"Crack, click, click."
The end of the jar of kimchi was just like the crispy pork fried by her mother during the Chinese New Year. When Jiang Feng took the vegetables out, there was only a shallow layer of kimchi water in the jar.
Liu Qian's panicked expression when she looked at Jiang Feng was exactly the same as when she heard her mother ask her for crispy pork during the live broadcast.
By the way, although Liu Qian did not appear on Weibo's hot searches on New Year's Day, her emoticons were still popular, and even Jiang Feng's class group used Liu Qian's emoticons for pictures.
Jiang Feng participated in the Good Taste Cooking Competition. Apart from Wang Hao, only Wu Minqi and Ji Yue knew about it. Ji Yue was almost bald because she had salted fish at home during the Chinese New Year these days while working on manuscripts. Wang Hao had classes, and Wu Minqi They had to prepare for the audition the day after tomorrow, but Jiang Feng's parents temporarily closed the store for a day in order to support Jiang Feng's competition.
The two of them went to Yushanfang to eat out.
Good Taste Company has circled a large piece of land in the suburbs as an audition venue. The subway is not directly accessible. Jiang Feng was extremely miserable, carrying a bag with nothing in it. In addition, he had his ID card and mobile phone in his pocket. There is nothing else outside.
Setting off early in the morning, Jiang Feng went through the subway, then the bus, then the bus, then the bus, and then the shared bicycle. It took him more than an hour to get to the venue notified by the organizer.
Across the distance, Jiang Feng saw the extremely conspicuous banner of the Good Taste Cooking Competition. This place could be considered a suburb within a suburb. It was surrounded by fields. A few kilometers further on, you would find the authentic countryside. There are 100 auditions for the cooking competition, and the organizers have worked hard to get such a large open-air venue.
Although the place is remote, it is very lively and it is not an exaggeration to describe it as a sea of people. Not only the contestants came, but also relatives and friends who came to cheer them on, plus a hundred public judges and dozens of staff, adding up to hundreds of people.
The place was crowded and noisy.
"Competitors should go through the entrance on the right. Family members should not come over again. Contestants should go on the entrance on the right. Please show your ID card!" Several staff members used electronic speakers and shouted at the top of their lungs in the crowd, their voices a bit loud. Dumb.
Jiang Feng followed the staff's instructions and found the intersection on the right. There is no complicated check. Just show your ID card and let the staff check the information on the computer. Then you can get a random number plate and enter the venue to prepare for the game.
Jiang Feng's number plate is No. 13, which is the number in front.
The playing field is very large. There are ten rows of ten cooking stations arranged in a very standard square. The distance between the cooking stations is also very large. Jiang Feng roughly estimated that unless it was intentional, this kind of situation would not be possible. The spacing is unlikely to affect others.
The cooking table is small and very clean. Although it is small, it is well-equipped with all kinds of kitchen utensils. There is only one stove. A full range of good-tasting seasonings are neatly placed on the table. Jiang Feng can even feel the oil in the oil pot. Glowing. The ingredients are placed on the plate, two tomatoes, two eggs, a handful of spring onions, a clove of garlic, and a piece of young ginger. Jiang Feng also took a few glances at other cooking tables. The tomatoes were of similar quality, and even their sizes looked similar at first glance.
In this situation, Jiang Feng couldn't help but think of Han Guishan's assistant who worked hard and died. What is the average income of Good Taste to make their employees so dedicated?
In addition to the contestants and staff, there were also anchors from certain live broadcasts. They were all small local anchors. Jiang Feng counted four anchors holding selfie sticks. They were all dressed up beautifully and were at the venue. Walk around.
There are still more than 20 minutes left before the game, and many players have not come in yet. Jiang Feng was wondering that a certain live broadcast did not pick an auspicious number. It was really unique to send four anchors. He saw Liu Qian from the first row. The cook came out from under the cooking table.
Jiang Feng:...
Okay, he knew where she had been these past few days, but the way she appeared was a little different.
"Okay, I believe everyone has just seen the structure under the cooking table. Now we are taking advantage of the fact that the competition has not started yet to complete the advertising task. As usual, we will show everyone the condiments provided by Haoweixiang!" Liu Qian rarely held up a selfie stick and put on light makeup.
However, although the cooking table in the competition venue was clean, the floor was not. Liu Qian didn't know how long she had been under the cooking table. Her pants and clothes were all covered in gray, and her hair was a little messy.
"Come on, let's look at the oil first. This is the extra-grade olive oil specially provided by Good Taste Company. The olives used to press the oil are produced in Andalusia, Spain. As we all know, Andalusia is synonymous with top-quality virgin olive oil. , Good Taste Company’s extra virgin olive oil contains a large amount of unsaturated It is rich in fatty acids, vitamins A, D, E, F, carotene and other fat-soluble vitamins, antioxidants and other ingredients. It does not contain cholesterol and has a very high digestion and absorption rate by the human body. It can be said to be nutritious for all ages. Healthy and delicious," Liu Qian advertised sincerely.
Jiang Feng really couldn't listen anymore, so he walked behind her and said leisurely: "This is rapeseed oil."
Olive oil is suitable for frying, roasting or directly used as cold meal oil. It is generally not used for stir-frying. Liu Qian is now making up nonsense in front of the camera. The viewers in her live broadcast room can find out that she is making up nonsense if they check the Internet with just a few clicks.
"Ah, rapeseed oil, you..." Liu Qian turned her head, confused, and then turned into a surprise, "Wow, president, you also signed up for the competition! Minqi also signed up. She will be there at four o'clock in the afternoon the day after tomorrow. Field.”
"Yes, I know, are you broadcasting live here?" Jiang Feng asked.
"Well, I have to live broadcast here during this period of time, one thousand days, but the rice is a bit unpalatable, and the vegetables in the lunch box are too fried." Liu Qian said.
Even Liu Qian said it tasted bad, so it seemed that it really tasted bad.
"By the way, President, let me tell you secretly, today's competition is tomatoes and scrambled eggs!" Liu Qian said.
Jiang Feng:...
He felt that maybe everyone present could see it... *I will permanently ban anyone involved in politics:)
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(End of chapter)