Fang Jingzhi once said that in modern times, the so-called national and local chef competitions have insiders, and the rankings are set before the competition, so real chefs disdain to participate in this kind of competition.

For chefs, it is rare to be able to meet an opponent that they respect, and if they can compete, it will make every chef feel really excited, and at this moment, Song Zixuan suddenly has this feeling.

Sang Tianshuo's kitchen knife is a little different from ordinary kitchen knives, the handle is brown-red wood, the tail is carved with a wolf head, the wolf eyes and wolf teeth are lifelike, and even the facial hair texture is carved out.

The upper part of the knife body is dark black without any variegation, the blade is sharpened to a bright silver color, and the dazzling light is almost reflected between the swings of the knife.

I have to say that the chef has no resistance to high-end kitchenware, and Song Zixuan is the same, watching Sang Tianshuo's skillful movements when swinging the knife are completely clumsy before, coupled with the exciting knife light and shadow, the blood in the body is boiling, and the most important thing is the force described in the recipe...... And again!

But the next scene made Song Zixuan dumbfounded, only to see Sang Tianshuo cut the ingredients handsomely, the stove caught fire and burned the oil, poured all the ingredients into the wok, and stir-fried them on high heat, and the most important thing was that the rice and raw eggs also entered the pot.

Song Zixuan was stunned, he was really lonely, there is still this kind of fried rice in this world? At the same time, the impulse to have a discussion just now was also extinguished......

For the cooking of a variety of ingredients, naturally there are different cooking times according to the characteristics of the ingredients themselves, so it is unlikely that the next pot is at the same time, otherwise some ingredients are too tender and some ingredients are already burnt at the same time, especially when cooking on high heat, it is even more so.

Sure enough, the smell of mushy soon came from Sang Tianshuo's side, and Song Zixuan laughed secretly and began to control the stove.

After all, there was no longer the urge to learn, and Song Zixuan didn't plan to cook fried rice according to the method in the Qing Palace recipe, but simply stir-fried it according to the normal method, but Rao was like this, the aroma of fried rice was still significantly better than Sang Tianshuo's mushy taste.

In less than five minutes, both plates of fried rice were also served on the table.

Sang Tianshuo raised his head slightly and said: "By the way, let me explain first, what I made today is a burnt version of assorted fried rice, so don't think it's mushy when you taste it, it's a burnt flavor deliberately made by this chef, okay, you can taste it!"

Song Zixuan wanted to laugh, it must be a real chef competition, Sang Tianshuo would be kicked out by the security guards like this......

Looking at the two plates of ordinary fried rice, Yang Xue and Sang Tianshuo's two younger brothers both tasted a bite, and when they tasted the burnt version of the assorted fried rice, several of them frowned, this is obviously mush......

However, the two younger brothers obviously didn't dare to say anything, so they swallowed stiffly.

And Song Zixuan and Sang Tianshuo also tasted each other's fried rice, and when they tasted the mush, Song Zixuan directly spit the fried rice into the trash.

"What are you doing? Don't you know how to respect your opponent?" Sang Tianshuo said.

Song Zixuan vomited and said, "You keep yourself and respect it slowly." ”

Sang Tianshuo frowned and tasted it, almost spit it out a few times, but he still swallowed it forcefully, and then took a deep breath: "Damn, what step went wrong? Could it be that the burnt fried rice I studied is unreasonable?"

"Brother Shuo, I think your fried rice is better, and I even ate shrimp!" said a younger brother.

"yes, yes, I've never had any caramelized version, it's delicious. ”

Hearing the words of the two younger brothers, Sang Tianshuo turned his head and glared at them suddenly: "Do you treat me as a fool?

Being yelled at like this, the two didn't dare to speak, Sang Tianshuo turned to look at Song Zixuan: "This time you won, but victory or defeat is a common thing in soldiers, and I won't give up like this, hmph, we will have a date later!"

After speaking, Sang Tianshuo made a fist salute, and then turned around and walked out, and the two younger brothers also immediately followed and left the Chunxiang Restaurant.

Song Zixuan smiled, and then walked into the kitchen to clean up again, but he didn't notice a detail, that is, this time...... Yang Xue didn't help, but stood by the bar in a bit of a daze.

"Xiaoxue, let's go?" walked out of the kitchen, Song Zixuan said.

Yang Xue looked at Song Zixuan and nodded slightly, as if she had something to say, but she stopped talking.

"Zixuan ......" was about to walk out of the restaurant, but Yang Xue couldn't help but open her mouth.

"Huh?"

"Hmm...... You just made fried rice?"

"yes, what's wrong?"

Yang Xue pursed her lips...... In the end, he didn't say anything, nodded, and walked out of the restaurant.

Looking at Yang Xue's back, Song Zixuan stood in place, with complicated feelings in his heart, just now Yang Xue was coquettish and looking forward to it when she wanted to make fried rice, but now her mood is suddenly low, the reason is ...... Fools can think of it.

He locked the door of the Chunxiang Restaurant and decided to send Yang Xue home, firstly, out of politeness, and secondly, Song Zixuan was also in love, and Yang Xue's concern and coquettishness about himself in the past two days did give him a subtle feeling in his heart.

When he turned around, he saw that Yang Xue had walked nearly 100 meters, and was about to catch up, but he saw a black sedan parked opposite the Chunxiang Restaurant, and the door of the co-pilot of the car was pushed open, and a white-haired man walked away, and the man was walking towards him.

Song Zixuan didn't know much about the car, he only recognized the Mercedes-Benz logo, but he didn't know which one, as for the white-haired man, he looked like he was about sixty years old, he wore a straight suit, and he walked with a kind of solemnity and politeness.

And Song Zixuan's expression also began to change from seeing the man's face clearly, from the softness just now to indifference.

He remembered this face, the last time he saw it was a few years ago, when he was still in junior high school, there was this black car at the school gate, and it was also this man.

This is also something that his mother and sister don't know, and Song Zixuan didn't say a word after he went home.

"Zixuan. The man shouted in embarrassment.

Song Zixuan looked at him for a long time and didn't speak, and the man didn't speak again, his head lowered slightly, just waiting for Song Zixuan to speak.

"I said, I hope you don't come to me again. Song Zixuan's tone was very light, so frightening that anyone would not understand that this tone actually came from an eighteen-year-old child.

"Mr. Song still wants to meet you. ”

"I saw you a few years ago. Song Zixuan looked at the man opposite, his eyes did not dodge, but the man was a little afraid to look directly.

"Zixuan, Mr. Song actually has his own difficulties in doing this. ”

Song Zixuan sneered, and immediately took a sip directly: "I'm sorry, this kind of bitterness makes me sick, now I'm eighteen years old, and I've grown into a man, as a man, I look down on him!"

Hearing this, the man's face was helpless and apologetic, and he nodded: "It is precisely because of this that Mr. Song sent me here and did not come rashly." ”

Song Zixuan nodded, then raised his head and exhaled: "Hehe, I used to be at the school gate, but now I have chased it to the Chunxiang Restaurant, and you have been watching me?"

"Mr. Song knows that he is sorry for you, so he has not stopped inquiring about you over the years, including you dropping out of school and going to the Spring Fragrance Restaurant. ”

"Hahaha, that sounds like a lot of concern, but ...... I don't think it's worth thanking," Song Zixuan sneered and said, "Is there any smoke?"

"You...... Smoking?"

"Smoke and play, give me one. ”

The man was very obedient, and directly took out one and handed it to Song Zixuan, and took the initiative to help him light it.

Song Zixuan also learned to smoke in the Chunxiang Restaurant, and Zhang Kui smoked with a few waiters when he was idle, and sometimes he would let Song Zixuan learn, and he would come and go, but he didn't usually smoke, maybe he just wanted to light one at this moment.

"Can you help me bring him a message?" Song Zixuan took a deep breath and said.

The man nodded: "You said, Mr. Song also wants to hear what you mean." ”

"First, I don't want you to show up again, my mom and my sister are living well, and we don't need anyone's help, and I don't want anyone to disturb you, understand?"

The man was stunned for a moment, obviously not expecting Song Zixuan to say such a decisive word, but he still nodded and said, "I...... Will tell. ”

"Second, I know that you drive a luxury car, and you must be very rich, but that money has nothing to do with me, I, Song Zixuan, will soon be able to make money on my own to support my mother, and we can live without him. ”

The man took a long breath and said, "I'll tell you, is there anything else?"

Song Zixuan shook his head: "No, that's right...... I don't like the feeling of being monitored, very much and I hope you guys can stop. ”

After speaking, Song Zixuan walked away, without glancing at the man and the Mercedes-Benz, and did not look back once.

Seeing Song Zixuan's back slowly blurring, the man sighed: "Mr. Song, he has grown up......"

"Hmmm......"

There was a deep voice in the car, the window film was very deep, but it was faintly visible from under the street lamp, the shadow of a man, he took off his glasses, lowered his head and covered his eyes with his hands, shaking slightly.

Walking around the corner of the street, Song Zixuan immediately leaned against the wall, looked up at the sky, and gasped hard.

"Mom, don't worry, I can support you with my cooking skills, and I must learn all the dishes on the recipe. Song Zixuan gritted his teeth word by word.

Over the years, her mother Han Rong and sister Song Yinan have not had any contact with their father at all, and he is the only one who has been contacted by his father.

But he never mentioned it, this kind of pressure weighed on the heart of a teenager for several years, and the weight can be imagined.

Song Zixuan originally wanted to go to the old man's place for a while, but now his mood has fallen to the bottom, and he doesn't plan to go, so he walks in the direction of home.

But I didn't take a few steps when I heard a voice behind me.

"Hey, second brother!"