My food has become an interstellar intangible cultural heritage

Not long after, Si Xing was forced to move to study the dishes for the state banquet with a few cooks.

Before parting, Xie Xun pressed Si Xing and kissed Si Xing for a long time, from the forehead to the lips, proving with his strength that he was indeed a kiss monster.

In the end, Si Xing was helpless: "Okay, I will miss you!"

Xie Xun: "Hmm."

Si Xing had no choice but to take the initiative to kiss Xie Xun: "Xiao Biesheng is newly married! Wait for me to come back!"

Xie Xun was wronged: "Then you must send me a message."

Si Xing agreed without hesitation, and went out with his luggage.

As soon as he left, Xie Xun withdrew his aggrieved expression and sent a message to his assistant: "Think of a way to include me in the state banquet."

Si Xing didn't know that Xie Xun was doing everything possible to try to be with him. He had just joined Jiang Bin's research institute.

Because the higher-ups did not send an invitation letter to Si Xing for the time being, Jiang Bin put him under the name of his research institute.

His research institute was established not long ago, and the apprentices under him had not been brought out yet, so he was the only one who participated, and the rest only brought Tang Xi and Xu Cheng as assistant cooks.

Ever since Si Xing obtained the third-level chef qualification, Xu Cheng and Xu Rong were as quiet as chickens. No matter how much jealousy and dissatisfaction they felt in their hearts, they didn't say anything. At least they were polite on the surface. He opened his mouth and called Teacher Si.

Teacher Si didn't bother to talk to him.

He was chatting with Mr. Jiang about the dishes he prepared.

It is reasonable to say that one person prepares three dishes, one is cold, the other is hot, and one is hot, but Mr. Jiang said that there are many chefs who specialize in one dish, so they basically provide the same type of dishes, so make sure you can choose one.

There are really not many who have prepared three things as honestly as Si Xing.

All the participating chefs were arranged by the state to live in a unified way. When entering the door, they were not allowed to bring anything except the commonly used knives/tools and some special pots. Si Xing thought he could send messages, but even the optical brain was confiscated.

It is said that time will be arranged uniformly for contact.

However, Si Xing has a weird idea, so Xie Xun is always embarrassed to keep mua, mua...

Cough, it would be embarrassing if someone overheard me.

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Since it is necessary to select the most suitable dish from so many dishes, there is competition.

All chefs are proud of being able to serve state banquets with their skills, and only chefs who have served state banquets will be honored as masters.

All chefs live in a small building with good privacy, guarded by special security personnel and armed/police forces.

When Mr. Jiang arrived with Si Xing and two helpers, most of the chefs had also arrived, discussing how to divide the room.

When Si Xing came back for the first time, he resolutely looked at and didn't speak, and listened to their wrangling, slowly groping out the way.

Class discrimination in the chef industry is much more serious than he imagined.

One of the white-bearded old men saw that almost everyone was here, coughed, and said directly: "Well, since everyone is here, let's divide the rooms. I brought the most disciples and grandchildren, and half of the rooms on the top floor will be given to you." Me, it's not a big problem, is it?"

He pointed to the top floor of the layout of the entire small building.

"Put your mother's stinky farts on!" Someone irascible scolded directly, "Who gave you the courage to live on the top floor? What is the chef's rating? How many times have you won the Golden Chef Award? How many times have you attended state banquets?"

The one who sprayed him was also an old man, wearing a very fashionable red down jacket. He pointed to the top floor of the small building: "I, the third-level chef, have won the gold chef four times and served three state banquets. I live on the top floor, no problem, right?" ?”

The others shut their mouths dumbly.

No one here is as high as him.

Si Xing vaguely heard someone complain that the old man in the red padded jacket, Chef Jin, once had a lot of water.

Si Xing didn't understand anything, so he asked Mr. Jiang: "What is Chef Jin?"

Mr. Jiang was a little surprised that he didn't even know Chef Jin, but thinking that Si Xing really didn't seem to have received an orthodox chef education, he explained to him in a low voice what Chef Jin is: "Chef Jin is held once a year, and it's the most popular chef in the industry. In an authoritative competition, only one chef wins a prize a year, and most of them are won by third-level chefs."

He was very serious about science popularization, and his voice was not too loud, which attracted the attention of others.

"Hahahaha what kind of chef is this, even Chef Jin doesn't know what it is."

"What? Is there anyone who doesn't even know Chef Jin?"

"How did you get in here?"

A group of people turned to look at Si Xing.

Forced to become the center of vision, Si Xing: "..."

The chefs who came in all donned the badge of the Chefs Association. There are a lot of second-level chefs here, and there are also many third-level chefs. Only Si Xing does not wear the badge of the Chefs Association.

Someone anxiously said directly: "Fuck, this guy isn't even a first-class chef? Does he have a backstage?"

Si Xing was speechless: "If I really had a backer, I would have thrown you out for talking to me like that."

"That's right..." The man blinked, "Then why did you come in?!"

Si Xing: "I'm a third-level chef."

"You are lying, where is your badge?"

Si Xing was innocent: "The Chefs Association hasn't sent it to me yet."

"Tch, it really is a lie!"

Si Xing: "..." His badge has not been issued to him...

The impatient continued to babble: "The one who didn't get the badge must be the third-level chef who passed recently, and the only one who passed recently is Si Xing."

Si Xing: "...I am Si Xing."

Impatient: "You're the star, I'm still Xie... what? You're the star?!"

He hissed and screamed: "Are you the Great Demon King Si?!"

What the hell is the big devil? ?

Si Xing was dumbfounded.

However, when the impatient screamed, the people around him were already staring at him, with the expression of looking at Tarzan.

"Hey, such a young third-level chef?"

"Is it his stinky tofu stinky mandarin fish and snail noodles?"

"...Don't talk about it, the smell is really strong when you mention it, I can't stand this."

"Tch, I can't bear it, you're secretly enjoying the food over there."

"..."

The chefs who were still tearing up where they were just now were all discussing Si Xing.

Si Xing touched his face, what's going on, they obviously watched the rating video for these remarks, why does he look like he didn't recognize him now.

He couldn't help asking.

Impatient: "Hehe, your smell of stinky tofu is so strong, who is in the mood to look at your face, can you finish it quickly by covering your nose?! When I was in the car that day, I watched your video and was thought to be revenge/revenge/ society/"

Um, this is a bit embarrassing.

After watching Si Xing, they quickly started fighting for the room again.

In the end, the rooms on the top floor were allocated to several third-level chefs in turn, and the apprentices they brought were also allocated to the bottom, living according to their ratings.

After staying, someone came over and told the schedule.

There is no limit to three meals, and the chef makes whatever he likes. The ingredients are prepared every day and are the freshest.Si Xing has already checked this point in the back kitchen. It is indeed the freshest, and the variety is very complete. There are some ingredients that ordinary chefs can't think of how to handle.

The daily call time is fixed, and several people take turns to call.

Si Xing seemed to think that this was the more important one. Looking at the time, it was time to make a call. Si Xing quickly borrowed an optical computer to make a video for Xie Xun.

The video screen was connected quickly, and Si Xing glanced at it. Xie Xun was in the office, and there were a bunch of documents waiting for him to review.

And Xie Xun's brows and eyes were a little haggard and tired.

Si Xing suddenly felt distressed: "What's wrong with you? You can let go of work for a while, don't push yourself so hard."

Xie Xun grunted: "Fortunately, they are all important documents. I need to read them, and they will be gone after reading them. How about you, have you arrived yet?"

Si Xing nodded: "Here we are, I guess I will stay here for a long time."

He looked around Xie Xun and saw no one, so he lowered his voice and acted like a baby: "Brother, I miss you."

Xie Xun raised his eyebrows by him: "Where did you learn all this?"

Si Xing was proud: "I didn't expect it, I learned it without a teacher!" The main reason is that I really miss Xie Xun.

He had only left for a few hours, but his mind was already full of Xie Xun.

Xie Xun was so coaxed by him that the tiredness between his eyebrows dissipated a lot, now he smiled with his head on his head: "You!"

Si Xing: "What's wrong with me?"

Xie Xun moved closer, across the screen, and lowered his voice: "I can't control you like this."

Can't control what?

Si Xing blinked, and it took him a long time to realize what he was talking about.

He coughed lightly: "Well... If you can't control it, don't control it."

Xie Xun suddenly became short of breath.

It took a long time before he said in a hoarse voice, "You just bully me and I can't touch you now."

Si Xing is innocent: "No."

"Have."

"no!"

"Obviously there is." Xie Xun knew exactly what kind of set he was taking, and put on an aggrieved expression, "I just can't touch or hug you now."

Si Xing really took this trick, and quickly coaxed him: "Okay, okay, I was wrong! I shouldn't have teased you!"

Xie Xun tapped the screen: "Then, kiss?"

Si Xing blushed.

When two people are together, it's fine to kiss, that's natural, why is Xie Xun still...

What a shame.

He has been slow to act.

Xie Xun urged: "Xing Xing kiss."

He lowered his voice, and his voice was a little hoarse and sexy. When he urged Si Xing to kiss him, people couldn't bear to refuse.

So Si Xing blushed: "Kiss."

He was too shy, his voice was very soft, and the ending was lingering in the air, and then dissipated with the air current.

Xie Xun looked at him with a smile: "I didn't hear clearly."

Si Xing raised his head and glared at him, then turned up his volume a little more: "Kiss!"

Xie Xun: "Just two words?"

Si Xing's face was much redder than before, and he simply broke the jar and said, "Kiss, mua!"

That one mua was especially loud.

Si Xing himself closed his eyes.

Immediately afterwards, Xie Xun's gentle voice came over: "mua."

Ah ah ah ah ah!

Si Xing thought he could go downstairs and run around to calm down.

He was about to say something more when there was a "bang" outside the door.

The impatient shouted loudly: "Mr. Si, what are you doing? Are you calling your mother?"

The author has something to say: People in love are fools.

Xie Da fool and Si Da fool.

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