The layout of the auditorium is similar to that of a small screening room in a movie theater.

Zhao Zhe sat in the middle of the right aisle.

At this time, he was holding a plate in his hand, eating with relish, and muttering to himself:

"Although the level of these chefs is okay, they are far inferior to what my son makes. With such skills, how can they have the nerve to take the first place?"

"How shameless!"

"But it doesn't matter. Wait, with Dad here, you fakes will be exposed sooner or later."

As he said this, he freed one hand, picked up his mobile phone, opened a video and watched it secretly, then looked around and carefully put it back in his pocket.

When he lowered his head to continue eating, he found someone walking up to him.

First, he smelled a faint perfume, which was pleasant and not strong, and then saw a pair of straight calves, which were very slender against the background of high heels.

He moved his eyes upwards and saw the red skirt.

Who could it be?

Zhao Zhe raised his head and was stunned for a moment. It was Zhang Meng.

Zhang Meng half-crouched down with a smile, put the microphone to her lips, and asked softly: "Hello, can I interview you?"

Then she handed the microphone over.

The sound from the microphone made the noisy scene quiet down, and everyone turned their eyes here.

What did the host want to ask? The onlookers were a little curious.

Zhao Zhe was also a little confused.

Zhang Meng?

What did she want to do?

Why did you interview me?

At this moment, countless thoughts flashed through Zhao Zhe's mind.

He couldn't confirm it, but the microphone was already handed to his lips.

It shouldn't be a bad thing. He thought about it and nodded, saying, "Okay."

Seeing Zhao Zhe agreed, Zhang Meng kept smiling and asked, "Sir, are you here by yourself?"

"Yes."

"Why did you sign up for this show? Do you have a favorite chef? Or do you just like food?"

"I think both."

"Which chef do you like best?"

"Chef Xu of Cantonese cuisine, the one who makes coconut chicken."

"What do you think of his dish? Did it meet your expectations?"

Why ask this? Zhao Zhe didn't answer and glanced at Zhang Meng.

Zhang Meng still had a professional smile on his face, and there was nothing unusual.

Could it be... Zhao Zhe's heart moved, he smiled and nodded, and said: "This is my evaluation."

He raised a thumbs up, and then continued: "Chef Xu's coconut chicken is the most delicious food I have ever eaten. I don't know what adjective to use to describe it, anyway, it is delicious."

"At the same time, I have an idea in my mind, but I am afraid that you, the host, will laugh at me if I say it out loud."

"It's okay, just say it, I won't laugh at you." Zhang Meng's tone is still gentle.

Zhao Zhe's body suddenly twisted, "My idea is that Chef Xu's cooking skills are so good, but it's a pity that I am not a woman. If I were a woman, I would definitely try every possible way, even at all costs, to chase him and let him cook for me for a lifetime."

"Puff..." As soon as the voice fell, the onlookers couldn't help laughing.

This person's words are really interesting. Does he want to change his sex?

Xu Ziqi on the stage was a little speechless.

Does this guy have social bullshit?

It's okay to joke in private, but in public, such words can be said?

The audience on the Internet have already laughed.

"Brother, you are so brave. What is this? A live confession?"

"Let's be together."

"Actually, Chef Xu is really good. He is handsome, has good cooking skills, and cooks for the audience for free. If I were a woman, I would also like to marry such a thoughtful and considerate man."

"Chef Xu is a very good person. The small shop he opened in Jiangcheng often gives benefits to customers."

"Where is his shop in Jiangcheng? What's its name? I would also like to go there if I have a chance."

"It's called Food Paradise, on Jiefang West Road. If you want to go, go early. The business there is very good. If you go late, you will have to wait in a long line."

...

There was a cheerful atmosphere around, but Zhang Meng was not infected at all. Instead, she felt a little embarrassed.

Wasn't Zhao Zhe's words indirectly saying that she had poor taste?

Was he doing it on purpose?

Zhang Meng didn't continue to speak, but stared at Zhao Zhe's eyes with a smile on her face.

Zhao Zhe looked calm, as if he had no intention, but was thinking from the heart.

"Then you have to pray to be reborn as a woman in your next life. And now we live in a society ruled by law. We do not advocate any illegal behavior." Zhang Meng smiled and said, "Thank you for accepting the interview."

After that, he left and walked to another audience member.

Zhao Zhe breathed a sigh of relief, looking at Zhang Meng's back as he left, as if he hummed: "What I just said is right, you are a woman who regrets it, otherwise why would you want to help him?"

"Hello, can I interview you?" Zhang Meng handed the microphone to another audience.

"Sure." The audience was a little flattered and looked at the dignified and gentle host shyly.

Zhang Meng repeated the question just now, and the audience began to speak sincerely.

After listening to the answer, Zhang Meng learned that he was a fan of Master Qian of Su cuisine. He came to watch the show for Master Qian, but his favorite was still Xu Ziqi's coconut chicken.

"Thank you for accepting the interview." Zhang Meng got the answer he wanted, and his smile became even bigger. He asked several more audiences.

Although the answers were different, the audience said that the coconut chicken was absolutely amazing and was their favorite.

It's just that the portion is a little less, one person only has a small bowl, which is not enough to eat at all.

Some people also said carelessly that compared with coconut chicken, the dishes made by other chefs are simply not good enough.

Hearing this, the chefs on the stage felt something was wrong.

What does this female host want to do?

Originally I thought she was just asking about the experience after eating, but now it seems that why do those people say that they like coconut chicken and don’t like other dishes at all? They even criticized it!

Were they bought?

Damn, that’s definitely the case!

The other chefs looked at Xu Ziqi angrily.

This is too despicable!

You bought water army to restore your reputation after losing the game?

You can do it!

Xu Ziqi didn’t think there was anything strange about these answers.

Isn’t this as it should be?

He was not panicked when being stared at by everyone, and even stared back.

What are you looking at!

The eyes of the masses... No, it’s the taste buds. The taste buds of the masses are sensitive.

They can feel who makes delicious food and will say it.

This is not something you can control.

At the same time, the praise from the audience is increasing.

"Chef Xu's cooking skills are amazing. I've never eaten anything so delicious."

"This soup is absolutely amazing. It's so delicious."

"This chicken is also super tender and super delicious. What if I can't eat it in the future?"

...

Listening to the endless praise, Xu Ziqi became more and more happy, and a smile appeared on his face.

His goal has been achieved, but he didn't expect it to be triggered by Zhang Meng.

Why do you want to help me like this?

Xu Ziqi looked at the busy figure under the stage and sighed softly.

...

Tap the screen to use advanced tools Tip: You can use left and right keyboard keys to browse between chapters.

You'll Also Like