Author: Nian Beifeng

"Abba, my salary was paid today. I kept some and transferred 2,000 to you. You can buy some supplements for grandma to take good care of her body." Jiang Yingying returned to her hut and thought for a moment that she had no need for money.

In the local government, I transferred 2,600 yuan from my salary of 2,600 yuan to Jiang’s father. The remaining 600 yuan, plus the 1,000 yuan red envelope given by Master, were enough to support me.

"Yingying, why are there so many transfers? Do you have enough for yourself? You don't have to worry about things at home. You have dad here."

"Don't worry, dad, it's enough. I have a master for food and accommodation. I don't have much to spend money on. There are many places to spend money at home, so I can make more money now."

"It's hard work. Remember to be grateful, study hard, and don't embarrass your master. You will send me an address later. I have some local products at home to send to you, so I can express my feelings."

"Yeah, I understand, Dad. I can do it."

"Then hang up. Take care of yourself. If anything happens, call dad."

"Yeah, so are you."

In this way, Jiang Yingying fell asleep with her expectations for a better life in the future.

It was another wonderful start to the day. Zhou Mochen had finished taking a shower and was enjoying a delicious breakfast.

Suddenly a bell rang.

"Hey, Zhou Mochen?"

"President Yan? What's the matter?"

"It's like this. The preliminaries for the triennial National Youth Culinary Competition have begun. In theory, all registered chefs under the age of 30 can participate, but in practice we will only notify those above level three, but your

The situation is special, so we have discussed it before informing you. You can decide for yourself whether you want to sign up or not."

"Thank you! I want to give it a try. When is the competition time? What is the format? I have never been exposed to this."

"This youth cooking competition is divided into three stages. The first stage is the municipal preliminaries, and the top three can participate in the provincial promotion competition. The provincial level will be in the middle of next month, and the top three at the provincial level can participate in the national semi-finals.

The semi-finals will be divided into three groups at the end of December, and the first place in each group will participate in the finals on January 1st to compete for the top three."

"Yeah, I will sign up."

"I saw you right. I guessed that you will definitely participate. I hope you will shine in the competition, participate to feel the atmosphere, and calm down. You are still young. There are many star chefs, even close to two-star chefs.

have."

"Well, thank you, President Yan, I will try my best."

"Okay, you can just go to the association's official website to register later. Information about the competition location will be notified."

"Yeah. Got it, please."

After hanging up the phone, Zhou Mochen's eyes were shining. Skills need to be verified by each other. This competition came very timely.

I went back to the room and took out the computer that had been dusty for a long time. I turned it on for a long time and found that the computer was broken. This computer was bought by Zhou Mochen when he first went to college.

"This crappy computer has really been isolated from the world for a long time. It has passed away. It will inevitably be used in the future, so I will buy a new one as a reward for myself."

Then I called a car and headed straight to the commercial street. There were really not many people wandering around the commercial street in the early morning, but it didn't attract as many people as last time. Only a few people who were whispering didn't dare to come forward.

When I arrived at the Huaxing flagship store where I bought a mobile phone last time, I happened to meet the girl from last time.

"Hello! Mr. Zhou, right?"

"You have such a good memory!"

"Haha, I'm very impressed. My name is Yang Siqian, and I'm the store manager here. If you need something this time, I'll introduce it to you."

"Well, a laptop and a tablet."

"Okay, do you have a budget?"

“The configuration is better.”

"Well, okay, then come with me."

Yang Siqian showed Zhou Mochen several prototypes and tried them all one by one.

"Bring me one of this and one of this." Zhou Mochen said, pointing to a black notebook and a silver tablet.

"Well, okay, Mr. Zhou, please wait in the reception room here for a moment. I will go and distribute the goods for you."

"Um!"

After a while, Yang Siqian led a master to the reception room with a pile of boxes.

"Mr. Zhou, take a look, this is the original package. Now I will install the system and apply the film for you. How do you pay for it?"

"Wealth treasure!"

19,800 yuan. When the payment was completed, the master immediately started to unpack the box.

I have to say that the craftsman is very skilled. He installed the system software and attached the film in 20 minutes.

Zhou Mochen carried his computer bag and took a taxi back home.

I couldn't wait to turn on my computer and log in to the official website of the Culinary Arts Association. The event notification pushed on the homepage was the National Youth Culinary Arts Competition. Click to enter, enter the chef information, and the registration was successful.

At the same time, there is also a live video of the youth cooking competition three years ago in the event section. Only the provincial league, semi-finals and finals.

Clicking on one of the videos, Zhou Mochen was addicted to it as soon as he saw it. The skills of people who can participate in the league are really unparalleled. This unintentional move broadened Zhou Mochen's horizons. He underestimated the people of the world, and he was really stuck in his own way in the past.

It was too easy to inherit Zhou Mochen's cooking skills, and the level of the God of Cookery was too high. Although there was a conscious way of inheritance, Zhou Mochen's understanding still had some deviations. He now needs to find his own position among chefs of the same level.

He looked at the time, turned off the computer, entered Xingchenzhu, took the ingredients prepared by Zhuzhu, and rode a tricycle to the store.

"Master, you're here!" Jiang Yingying, who was seriously cutting shredded potatoes, saw Zhou Mochen moving things, and greeted him with a smile.

"Well, it's done well." He looked at the shredded potatoes out of habit.

"Hehe!" Jiang Yingying was very happy to receive Zhou Mochen's approval.

"Brother Zhou, the youth cooking competition is about to begin. Have you signed up?"

"How did you find out about this competition?"

"Well, as a foodie, I will care about anything related to food. Otherwise, it would not be in line with my status as a gourmet."

"Yes, signed up."

"Really? Haha, I will go to the scene to cheer you up."

"Thanks!"

"Haha! I have to tell everyone this good news."

Zhou Mochen ignored it and turned around to do his own job.

"I have good news for everyone. Registration for the National Youth Culinary Competition has begun."

"What good news this is, I know it."

"I know it too, but I won't tell you."

"I don't know, but it's none of my business."

"The good news is that Brother Zhou has also signed up to compete. The news is true. I just asked me."

"Really? I'm looking forward to it!"

"Sisters, start your relationship and get tickets. Although there is a live broadcast, I don't want to support my boyfriend through the screen."

"Brothers, let's not be idle. It's time to speak to the outside world in unison."

"Draw your sword and fight. The first competition in half a month will be the municipal qualifiers. The top three will be able to participate in the provincial competition."

"According to my estimation, it's definitely no problem for Mr. Zhou to be among the top three at the municipal level, but it's hard to say at the provincial level."

Murong Ruoxue saw the message in the group, changed her clothes and was about to go out.

"Why are you going? Dinner is about to begin, won't you eat?" Chu Xiang'er asked when she saw Murong Ruoxue who was about to go out.

"I'm going to brother Mo Chen. If I need anything, I'll see him!" His slightly childish face was a little serious.

"Go, go, will I leave you some food?" Looking at Murong Ruoxue's cute little expression, Chu Xiang'er suddenly wanted to pinch her little face.

"No need, I'll go to Brother Mo Chen's place to eat later." After saying that, he went out.

When Murong Ruoxue arrived at the store, Zhou Mochen was still busy, and she did not come forward to disturb him. She consciously carried the fruit plate, sat on a small stool, and waited for Zhou Mochen to finish his work.

Zhou Mochen looked at her and shook his head in amusement. He didn't say anything and continued busy with the work in hand.

It was 1 o'clock and Zhou Mochen was finished.

"Have you eaten?" she asked looking at Murong Ruoxue.

"No, Brother Mo Chen, I'm here to make some money." He said this confidently.

"Well, that will happen later."

After saying that, he turned around and left to light the fire to make lunch. A silky smooth lunch was ready. Three dishes and one soup.

Seeing Zhou Mochen finish his work, Jiang Yingying had already stood up, filled her meal with chopsticks.

"Let's eat."

"Come on, I'm starving."
To be continued...