Wen Xiang's mother was flipping through a profile with the words "New Southern Culinary School Enrollment Guide". There are two middle-aged men sitting under the eaves.

One of the middle-aged men, wearing glasses, looked like a gentleman, and he pointed to the photo on the brochure and said, "Look, this is a group photo of our last students, they are dressed in neat chef clothes and tall chef hats, are they very professional." And here, this is the alumni of our New Southern Culinary School who won the Chinese Golden Chef Award, the highest honor in the culinary industry. ”

Wen Xiang's mother looked at the chef who won the Chinese Golden Chef Award on the brochure, he was wearing a white coat, a red rope gold medal around his neck, holding a red certificate with both hands on his waist, and said enviously: "When we can win the Chinese Golden Chef Award, it will be amazing." ”

Wen Xiang's mother was so happy that she couldn't close her mouth, and beckoned Wen Xiang and said, "Boy, you can come and have a look." ”

Wen Xiang walked over, looked at the award-winning chef, and then looked at the background wall behind him, and suddenly found a line of small words on the back wall that read, "New Western Cooking School", vaguely legible.

Wen Xiang asked the middle-aged man with glasses, "You are the New Southern Cooking School, right?"

The chubby man next to the man with glasses who had never spoken said, "That's right, it's the New Southern Cooking School, and the school site is in our Chaoge City." This is our Director of Admissions, Ms. Cao. ”

Wen Xiang looked carefully at the background wall of the award-winning chef and said, "I see why is the words 'New Western Cooking School' written on his back?"

The glasses man's face changed instantly, he snatched the admissions brochure and looked at it carefully, but still didn't find the problem, Wen Xiang pointed to him behind the chef who won the Chinese Golden Chef Award.

He saw it clearly this time, and said with an embarrassed smile: "Mistake, staff mistake." But this chef is indeed from our culinary school, and you will have the opportunity to meet him in person when you sign up. ”

He pushed his glasses up, looked carefully at the small words "New Western Cooking School", and whispered to the fat man next to him, "I have to let them change it when I go back." ”

Wen Xiang's mother said with a completely indifferent attitude: "It doesn't matter if he is the new south, the new west, or the new north, as long as the chef is real and the school is real." ”

The man with glasses smiled reassuringly and said, "It's still the parents who are sensible." Come to our school with confidence and let your child learn the right craft to become the next generation of chefs. ”

Wen Xiang's mother smiled and said: "The kitchen god is exempt, as long as he can cook and eat." ”

The man with glasses said, "Your requirements are too low. Those who came out of our New Southern Cooking School not only knew how to cook, but also had already become the chairman of a catering company. I'm here today to briefly introduce the school situation to you, there is still a period of time after leaving school, you can think about it carefully, and see what major to report. ”

After speaking, he left two more brochures, which were about the culinary profession and accompanied by various food pictures. The food on it is intricately carved and looks like a work of art.

The man with glasses got up and said, "Then I won't bother, this brochure has the phone number of our admissions office, if you have any questions, you can call this phone at any time to consult." There are still a few students in Fengling Town, and we have to go again. ”