When the male anchor is lonely, he cooks

A stewed sea bass with tofu doubled Jinju's turnover for the day, and Wen Le not only made this dish, but also made the soup himself later. Those who were lucky enough to taste it were all full of praise .

There are meat and vegetables, fried and steamed. Many diners ordered the same dish for themselves when they saw the dishes Wen Le was eating.

When Wen Le and the others finished eating and left, Zhou Jin smiled from ear to ear.

"Come visit me more in the future." He joked, "I will prepare more expensive dishes in advance next time, and then you can cook."

Wen Le laughed at him, "That's fine, you prepare more blood swallows and caviar, and I'll make you the most expensive dish."

Zhou Jin, "Blood swallow and caviar? Do you need to prepare more? Then if you cook a meal, my Jinju will have to close down."

After chatting for a while, Zhou Jin got to the point.

"Do you know who is the judge of the competition you are going to enter?"

Wen Le, "Ye Mingsong?" I saw it in the previous advertisement.

"Yes, that's him." Zhou Jin nodded softly, "He is the successor of the Yuan family's cuisine back then, and later created new dishes of his own. He is recognized as a master in the industry."

"Then this match should be good." Wen Le said.

There are many smart people in their industry, and there is no shortage of people who can innovate dishes, but to win the recognition of others in the industry, it must be outstanding.

Since ancient times, there is no first in literature and no second in martial arts, and the same is true in the culinary world.

Hunan cuisine and Sichuan cuisine compete for beauty. Qilu cuisine has a long history and exquisite knife skills; The latter is fried, fried, stewed and steamed, crispy and fresh; Fujian cuisine is beautiful in color, rich in seafood, and the cooking method of frying and simmering is also unique; Anhui cuisine is unique, heavy in oil and color, and pays attention to fire skills in cooking Taste is also very characteristic.

Throughout the ages, every cuisine has had outstanding master innovations, but not all innovative people have been recognized by their peers.

There are too many cuisines, and there are many famous representative dishes. The research on food has never stopped in China for 5000 years. Everyone has different tastes and evaluations. Therefore, Ye Mingsong can eat here at a young age. Standing on a foothold, one must have the talent in this area, coupled with one's own hard work the day after tomorrow, to have such an achievement.

With such a person as a judge, Wen Le suddenly became interested in the competition.

Before leaving, Luo Zixin took his brother's hand, "Brother, did you say last time that you invested in and sponsored the program "Culinary Competition"? Can you take care of your own brother?"

Yu Xingzhou remained unmoved, and opened Luo Zixin's fingers one by one. Obviously, his own brother is not good in front of him.

Luo Zixin grabbed the corner of his clothes again, "I'm an employee of the company, so can't I give employee benefits? I represent the image of our Yu Corporation."

As soon as he said this, Yu Xingzhou was really moved. Luo Zixin looked at him expectantly, just waiting for the welfare to fall from the sky.

"You go through the resignation procedures first before competing." Yu Xingzhou frowned and looked at the hem of his clothes, then looked at his watch, "Now go and do it today."

"No!" Luo Zixin let go of his hand wailing, "My mother will definitely break my leg."

Brother Zheng glanced at his legs, and imagined in his mind that he was limping on crutches and participating in the competition on the show.

"A broken leg doesn't seem to affect cooking." Zheng Ge paused, "And you can get sympathy points." Now many contestants appear on the show, and there will be a particularly sad story, without any touching plot, you I'm too embarrassed to go on stage.

Luo Zixin turned back, "How can there be any sympathy points in the food competition? Is there only beauty but no talent to sympathize with me?"

How can people accept this?

Brother Zheng sighed and persuaded, "You should eat more brains before the game."

Since it was not feasible to go through the back door, Luo Zixin had no choice but to go home and train before the game.He stood by the street, looked at Wen Le, and then at Brother Zheng.

"Don't you guys want to give me a ride? It looks like it's hard to get a taxi in this place." Obviously he is the youngest in this group of people, why no one loves him.

Yu Xingzhou ignored him, he was looking at Wen Le.

"Where are you going?"

The breeze caressed the corners of his eyes, bringing out a slight smile, Wen Le looked at the sky, "Why, do you want to send me off?"

Yu Xingzhou nodded, "After eating your meal, it's not too much to give you a ride."

"I'm a middleman, so give me a gift too." Luo Zixin interjected, "It's so boring to go home alone."

Brother Zheng grabbed him and dragged him aside, "Speak less."

"?" Luo Zixin was unhappy, "You are more fierce than my brother, and he didn't tell me not to talk."

Brother Zheng really wanted to give him a hammer, "Okay, don't be poor, let's go."

Luo Zixin left aggrieved.

Brother Zheng turned around, and was patted on the shoulder again. Turning around, it was Luo Zixin again.

"Why are you back again?" He stared.

"I didn't bring my wallet... lend me five yuan, I want to take the subway." Luo Zixin stretched out his hand.

Brother Zheng looked him up and down, and wanted to ask how he grew up so big.

He asked, "Aren't you the rich second generation, don't you drive yourself?"

Luo Zixin was sad when he mentioned this, "It's not all my brother's fault. After he made a small report last time, my mother locked up all my car keys and driver's license."

What he said was pitiful, Brother Zheng couldn't bear it anymore, so he had to dig out his pocket and took out a gray RMB.

"I'll give you ten yuan, don't come back."

Without Luo Zixin's meddling in the middle, Yu Xingzhou insisted on taking Wen Le into the car with his melting eyes.

"I heard that Liu Bao was arrested, and the director of the police station above him was also demoted. I have to thank you very much for this." Wen Le said politely.

Yu Xingzhou was stunned for a while before trying to figure out who Liu Bao was, "It's okay, because we want to set up a processing plant, and the planning over there is naturally to clean up things like Liu Bao."

"If you want to thank me, can you send me a meal when you have time?" He said thoughtfully.

Now that we've talked about this, Wen Le is ashamed not to agree.

After getting an affirmative answer, Yu Xingzhou was obviously a little happier, which made Wen Le wonder if it was because he had refused to be his cook before that this person took a fancy to him.

In fact, what he likes is not himself, but the dishes he cooks. Anyway, every time he stares at him, Wen Le feels like he is a dish on the other party's plate.

"Come here, I'll go back by myself."

After getting out of the car, Wen Le was about to go home, but someone grabbed her hand unpreparedly and turned around.

With a shallow kiss, it was almost over before Wen Le could even react.

Yu Xingzhou, "Goodnight kiss." After finishing speaking, he closed the car door.

When the car was so far away that the shadow could not be seen, Wen Le was so angry that he took out his phone and sent a WeChat message to the culprit who kissed him.

"Are you not afraid that I will beat you?"

The other side returned quickly, "Brother Zheng is by my side." So I'm not afraid of Wen Le's attack.

Wen Le gritted his teeth, "Why have you become so shameless?"

Yu Xingzhou returned, "Like someone and you will become alike."

Wen Le didn't answer anymore, and if he continued to chat, he would be awkward or be teased.

I thought that this page was revealed by the two people's acquiescence, but Wen Le just went to the farm the next day and received a call from Yu Xingzhou.

"Hello?" Wen Le checked the time, it was only 10:30 in the morning.

"Do you have time now?" Yu Xingzhou's voice came.

"Yes." Wen Le asked, "What's the matter, you're asking that all of a sudden?"

"Then can you bring me a lunch? I want to eat..."

"Wait." Wen Le interrupted, "I have something to do. I still have two kittens at home waiting to be fed. They are helpless. Wait for me to go home and feed them."

"You promised yourself yesterday..." Yu Xingzhou sounded a little disappointed, "Am I not as good as two cats?"

"Cats can't talk, but you can." Wen Le said.

Yu Xingzhou retorted, "It's just that you don't understand what they said. If you like, I can speak foreign languages."

It's going to be a headache if you pull it any further, Wen Le has nothing to do with him, "Okay, okay, I'll send it to you in a while."

It just so happened that he was going to the hospital to see his grandfather soon, so it was convenient to bring a meal for Yu Xingzhou.

After the old man knew that he signed up, he kept him in the hospital for a long time to talk, full of energy, as if he was the one who was going to participate in the competition.

When Wen Le arrived at the hospital, everyone in his grandfather's ward knew that he was going to participate in the competition.

The uncles and aunts are all very optimistic about him after hearing his grandpa's eyes closed.

"The young man is really energetic. It looks like the life of the leading actor. Work harder in the competition. Auntie will watch you act in a TV series."

Wen Le, "No, I'm not an actor..."

"Oh, this voice is not bad, it's as good as your uncle back then, Xiao Le, you are the king of singers!"

Wen Le, "No, uncle, I can't sing..."

"Oh, look at him, Auntie. A girl like Lele is so suitable to be a model. This long leg has to drink a lot of bone soup to grow so long."

"..." Wen Le, "Yes, Auntie, I'm going to the catwalk soon, please do your work first, I'm leaving."

Carrying the thermos bucket, Wen Le entered Yu's office building for the first time.

It was the first time two beautiful receptionists met him, and the taller one asked, "Sir, what can I do for you?"

Wen Le, "I'll find your president Yu Xingzhou, this is his lunch."

"Lunch?" The receptionist froze for a moment.

"Please wait a moment." The front desk lady said softly, "I'll contact the higher-ups."

"May I ask which restaurant you belong to?" The front desk looked at the thermos, but there was really no obvious store logo.

Wen Le thought for a while and said, "Dumb Hotel."