Because of this unexplainable shame, the young man felt at ease for a while.

Until the draw is completed.

Shopkeepers who enter the auditorium in the same batch default to the same area, and everyone is in Area F this time.

Qiu Qiu drew number 3, and when he showed the number to Yan Xiaoyu, a young man on the side secretly saw it.

Fortunately, I am number 86, so I should be far away, so I don’t have to see this idiot anymore. The young man thought silently.

The next moment, the regional layout was printed on the large light screen in front.

An area is a U-shape, and the numbers are arranged smoothly from one end of the u to the other end of the u.

The boy saw No. 3 and No. 86, which were almost facing each other: "..."

What a mess!!!

"Ah, you're right across the street." Yan Xiaoyu heard the noise, turned around and saw the boy's number: "What are you selling?"

The young man was unhappy and said angrily: "Snacks."

Yan Xiaoyu saw that he didn't want to talk, and his temper got worse. He muttered, "What's so great, I don't even know what Master Wang Wu said."

juvenile:"…………………………"

The boy's name is Sang Lu and he runs a snack bar in the West District.

Although it is located in the West District, its location is very close to the Central Lighthouse.

There are various institutions and universities near the lighthouse. Most of the students and office workers there are not short of money, and the takeout business is very popular.

However, Sanlu's food is delicious and inexpensive, and the food is served quickly. Its sales are unparalleled among similar stores, and it is widely praised.

But Sandro's ambitions don't stop there.

He was a top student who graduated from a serious culinary school. At school, many teachers liked him very much and praised him for his talent. After returning to his hometown, the food he cooked had no technical content, so he had long had the idea of ​​opening a serious restaurant.

Cooking competitions are a great way to make a name for yourself.

Of course, he also attaches great importance to his own food stall, and this time he also brought the most popular delicacy in the store, which is praised by almost all diners - salted egg yolk chicken wings.

"Salted egg yolk chicken wings." Qiu Qiu said, instructing Yan Xiaoyu to slowly poke out five words in the information collection form on the light screen.

Sanglu's hand hung in the air: "..."

No! What's wrong with you!? Why are you doing everything the same as me!?

Sanlu yelled in his heart, while deleting the half-written word "chicken" in the [Mainly Recommended Dishes] column, intending to put another popular delicacy in his family that was unanimously praised by most diners.

——Salted egg yolk pot...

"Next, salted egg yolk crispy rice." Qiu Qiu said.

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a sound of a chair overturning next to him.

Qiu Qiu looked over in confusion, and when he saw the young man falling to the ground in embarrassment, he stretched out his hand: "Hello, are you okay?"

Sanlu gritted his teeth and slapped his hand away, stood up on his own, straightened the chair and sat down.

Say nothing.

Qiu Qiu took back his hand thoughtfully.

The organizer collected the information, made final confirmations to the shop owners again, and explained the various time arrangements for the event. After everything was said, most people left, leaving behind those who signed up for the cooking competition.

Qiu Qiu and Sanglu both stayed and looked at each other.

"You also participate in the competition." Qiu Qiu said.

"Heh." Sanlu: "It's my turn to ask you this, which school did you graduate from? How many years have you been a chef?"

This is not to blame for Sanglu's prejudice. Being a chef is a physical job, and you don't have to be particularly tall and strong, but at least you won't be as tender-skinned and weak-handed as Qiu Qiu.

The issue of qualifications is indeed Qiu Qiu's shortcoming. He said very modestly: "I have never been to school and I have been cooking for almost a month."

Sanlu: "?"

"But I'm studying hard." Qiu Qiu said.

After he finished speaking, he saw that the staff were still discussing something on the stage and was bored, so he opened another book and took the time to study hard.

I didn’t forget to give Yan Xiaoyu a copy, because there were many illustrations in the book, and the children sat obediently and started reading.

Sanglu was so curious that he stared at Qiu Qiu's hand turning the pages.

He could barely see some photos of ingredients on the inside pages. He waited for about a minute before Qiu Qiu saw the cover - "100 Kitchen Tips Novices Need to Know" while Qiu Qiu was changing books.

"..." Sanlu felt that he had too many things to say, and he felt like an idiot when he was seriously curious just now.

Not to mention that this person is not a master of theory, even if he is, he will not be used in the cooking competition?

They also had theory classes in school back then, but the teachers didn't teach very seriously, and the students learned more perfunctorily. In the end, they chefs weren't really good at what they did, right?

Sanlu thought about it and couldn't help but laugh: "You are so serious."

Qiu Qiu said happily: "Thank you."

"?" Sanglu held his breath for a while, and couldn't help but feel a little strange: "Oh, what did you learn from reading this book?"

Qiu Qiu was a little embarrassed.

Before, he thought this person was strange, but he didn't expect that he was actually a good young man who was willing to seek knowledge, was very polite, and even praised him.

So she enthusiastically shared her knowledge with him: "Do you know what is the main ingredient in pineapple that can make meat crispy more easily?"

Sanlu: "?"

It seems that he has memorized this.

But pineapple is not common in ordinary Chinese dishes. His shop doesn't even make juice. I can't even think of it at the moment.

Qiu Qiu said with the eyes of an ignorant child: "Remember, it's protease."

Sanlu: "…………"

Qiu Qiu continued: "Then do you know at what degree Celsius will protease become inactive?"

Sanlu was so angry that his head was buzzing. He suddenly stood up and said angrily: "I know! I want you to teach me!?"

Then, facing Qiu Qiu's surprised look, he hurried away and found a diagonal seat to sit down.

He was really afraid that he would be mad if he sat down again.

However, it happened too suddenly.

Ten minutes later, the organizer handed out a set of test papers and explained to everyone with a smile - due to the large number of applicants for this competition, it is difficult to arrange the venue, so the first round of the competition will be in the form of a written test, with questions covering ingredients and cooking skills.

All kinds of basic knowledge, follow the correct rules and get rid of half of the people first...

Sanlu looked blankly at the paper in the terminal.

At what point does protease become inactive?

...Who the hell made the problem!!!

***

Two days later, Qiu Qiu got his score.

At that time, he was standing in the courtyard waiting for Zhong Yu to fix his troublesome broken tattoo. The terminal showed a new message. He opened it and ran into the room: "I got full marks."

"Really?" Zhong Yu bit one end of the bandage and responded vaguely.

Qiu Qiu reached out and pinched the bandage, making Zhong Yu relax and said happily: "Full marks."

Qiu Qiu's unconscious movements were very natural and smooth. Zhong Yu hesitated for a moment, and without saying anything, he silently tied Qiu Qiu's hand with a tight knot.

Then he walked toward the door and gave Qiu Qiu a gentle push on the back: "That's right, I didn't read the book in vain."

It is now half past three in the afternoon, and the sunlight is not that strong anymore.

The food festival officially starts at eight o'clock, and the stall owners must enter the venue before five o'clock and make various preparations to welcome the guests.

This is a major event in Weiyan District. The management office took a whole morning off and deployed most of its manpower to maintain public security on site to deal with emergencies.

Zhong Yu will also go over and sit in charge. He simply didn't go to work today and will directly take Qiu Qiu to the scene.

The administrator's permissions are finally intuitively reflected.

Zhong Yu's big car drove onto the road, and as soon as the signal to change the route came on, he jumped in line and got onto the empty track.

Qiu Qiu could almost feel the anger radiating from the long line of ordinary vehicles behind him, and the sound of horns one after another formed the four characters "unbelievable" in the air.

"Tsk," Zhong Yu looked back and said, "You dare to honk the horn? You'll be fined later."

Qiu Qiu nodded in agreement: "We must abide by the rules."

The two of them drove smoothly to the South District venue, and saw the special exhibition area of ​​Mengli Township in the distance.

The two-story building is so exquisite that it doesn't look like a temporary building.

The projected shadow of the carp swims among the golden and red sculptures, like a moving underwater palace.

After parking the car and walking to the entrance of the venue, I discovered that not only the special exhibition area, but also the entire venue was decorated with golden and red projections, making walking in it as beautiful as a dream.
To be continued...