The design of the invitation is very chic, with a disc in the middle, a knife on the left, and chopsticks on the right.

The white background is light and gold-edged, and the appearance is very high.

Tang Qian knows that this cooking competition, this competition does not have a certain chef star people, and it is not possible to sign up, unless you have a special authoritative chef or restaurant group recommendation.

This event is very influential in the industry.

The competition is divided into three stages: preliminary round, final round and national finals.

And each stage will be broadcast live by the provincial station.

To be honest, Tang Qian also sent the chef of her own restaurant to participate in the competition, but she had no choice but to brush it off in the second stage of the finals, but at that time she also achieved the level of attention for her restaurant group.

At that time, she went to get through with the people at the TV station in advance, and asked them to give more shots.

Otherwise, there are so many contestants at the competition site, and the camera just sweeps over, who would notice that you are a chef dressed exactly like everyone else?

The competition is particularly rigorous, and although there is a grey area in terms of advertising, the judges are all authoritative figures, and only chefs with real skills can win the competition.

In previous years' competitions, the top three were famous for their medicinal food and the Shu Chinese food package of Sichuan cuisine, although the others just went to give people the denominator, but there were still many chef moths rushing up, although they died in the end, but they all felt that they could compete with the masters of the country in their lifetime, and it was not in vain.

Lin Huimin glanced at the invitation and hissed: "This is true?"

Tang Qian took it and looked back and forth, and finally nodded affirmatively: "Really." ”

Tang Weipeng took the invitation letter and read it repeatedly, and finally wrote it in the notebook he carried with him - you can try it.

Zhuang Shize silently pointed out the key point: "This is obviously Han Jiangxue stirring up trouble." ”

Tang Qian was full of confidence, and her eyes flashed with excitement: "Pick up trouble, I really want to fight as a chef." ”

The day after Tang Qian received the invitation, all the media reported on this grand event.

"Hanjiang Snow Recommends Mystery Contestants"

"Eighteen-year-old girl participates in the Chinese Cooking Competition"

"Behind the girl's competition - the backstage cold river snow?"

"What you don't know about the 'Tang Zu Sutra'"

"Han Jiangxue VS Tang Zujing - The Dispute of Medicinal Diet"

"I'll wipe it, I'll wipe it! These villains are really fast enough! Ya's boss actually sold the close-up photo of you in the column I did last time!" Chen Liran rolled up a stack of first drafts of the interview and crossed his waist to stand in an angry teapot in the living room on the third floor of Tang Qian's house.

Tang Qian was very calm, she took a sip of the frozen top oolong sent by Ning Fei and moistened her throat, "Many media listen to the wind and rain, and if they don't report it, she has long been used to it in her previous life."

"Han Jiangxue's stock price has rebounded today, haven't you noticed?" Zhuang Shize said lightly beside him, "Public opinion directed the one-sided condemnation of Han Jiangxue earlier, this is the group that saved itself, and by the way, I want to fight Tang Qian." ”

Chen Liran was dumbfounded, and looked at this kid with a little surprise, and an inexplicable desire to fight rose in his heart. I don't know if it's his delusion, he always thinks that this kid likes to dismantle his stage, and he also likes to embarrass himself in front of Tang Qian.

If it weren't for the fact that he had a relationship with his grandfather, with his mouth, he would have been able to go home and hide from his heart for ten days and a half.

Thinking of this, Chen Liran straightened up and put down the hand that was crossed on his waist - he finally realized that this action made him look like an aunt who was bargaining with someone in the vegetable market.

The other sat back on the sofa in a human, called the gaffer and makeup artist to come up, and put on a mature and steady posture very professionally, as if inadvertently trimming the cuffs of his suit, and said to Tang Qian in a lower voice: "Now let's go to the manuscript first." ”

Sure enough, out of the corner of his eye, he saw that Zhuang Shize's face had changed, and his body was straight.

He was secretly proud in his heart - Xiaochan, he can't cure you!

Not long after he was proud, he saw Zhuang Shize glancing him up and down with a stupid look, and stood up and said that he had something to go back to the dormitory.

Chen Liran felt bored, feeling like a stinky peacock with the screen open alone, blind in the cage.

The questions in the interview are actually very simple, usually asking about the experience and cooking experience, why do you like to cook, etc.

These questions were all prepared by Chen Liran's assistant, but when he asked them, he felt that these questions were not quite right.

"Are you currently single?"

"What would you cook for your significant other?"

"Would you wish your significant other loved to cook too?"

What the hell are these?!

Chen Liran glanced at his assistant meaningfully.

The man who was more than 1.8 meters tall shrank behind the photographer like a bear, revealing a pile of flat head melon seeds and ears that were as red as if they had been roasted.

Then, Chen Liran cleared the noise and said, "You can choose not to answer the next few questions, which is a bit personal." ”

Tang Qian looked confused, but still nodded: "I'll try to answer if I can." ”

Chen Liran's palms were sweaty, his hand holding the manuscript was a little shaky, the paper was thin, he was afraid of exposing himself, so he spread the manuscript paper on his knees, and put his hands on the stack of manuscript paper, as if he looked very relaxed and casual.

He asked, "Are you currently single?"

The assistant gave his boss a meaningful look - he could not ask these questions.

Tang Qian was stunned for a moment, and then said, "Of course I'm single." ”

Chen Liran: "What kind of food would you give your other half to eat?"

Tang Qian smiled: "If I have a better half, I will cook whatever he likes, and I can do it if I don't know how to do research." ”

Chen Liran and his assistant swallowed their saliva unconsciously at the same time.

Chen Liran continued to ask: "Would you want your other half to like cooking too?"

Tang Qian said: "I haven't thought about this problem. ”

Chen Liran waited for Tang Qian to continue, but Tang Qian obviously didn't intend to continue to answer this question in depth.

He put away the small disappointment in his heart, calmed down, picked up the manuscript again and continued to ask.

After the Q&A part, the photographer will take some photos of the decoration of the restaurant, as well as photos of her cooking.

The assistant stepped forward to communicate with Tang Qian very actively: "Just do it and pose for a photo, I've worked hard for you today." ”

Tang Qian smiled and shook his head: "It's not hard, you guys are hard, I'll make you some side dishes for a meal later." ”

The assistant said, "How embarrassing." ”

There was already a fireworks festival in my heart.

Chen Liran sneered beside him - you just pretend!

At the end of the interview, Tang Qian naturally wanted to cook a meal for the staff.

Chen Liran waited even more in a big way-he just wanted to eat a dish made of soup and coriander.

The assistant said: "Xiao Qian, let me help you start, I often help my family when I am at home." ”

Tang Qian smiled and declined, the assistant shrugged his shoulders and walked out of the hall, Chen Liran gloated and said, "Come and sort out the interview script, give it to me tomorrow." ”

The assistant raised his head to look at the sky, and there was a sense of foreboding in his heart.

Tang Qian bought a chicken from the "recipe", chopped it, heated the pot with ginger and garlic and stir-fried until fragrant, and then added some green onions to stir-fry, and at the end of the thickening, the chicken out of the pot was tender and pale gold, and it was still smoking.

The smell is too much like cooking at home!

They do this kind of work, they have been running outside for many years, and every meal is a lunch box to cope with things, and they also try to go through the meal, but the dishes outside are always a taste of monosodium glutamate, and they are all the same taste after eating for a long time.

The flavor of the stir-fried chicken nuggets in the soup is full of the purest aroma, and the taste seems to be about to penetrate into the tongue.

As soon as this plate of chicken was served, everyone's eyes were focused on it, and some people couldn't help but pick up chopsticks.

Chen Liran drank nervously: "Don't move!"

Everyone was taken aback, and saw their editor-in-chief jump over and run over to turn on the three warm yellow chandeliers on the top of the dining table, and went to dig out the camera from his bag, and threw the lens cover aside, clicking on the plate of stir-fried chicken nuggets.

Tang Qian continued to struggle in the kitchen, made a quick boiled shrimp, patted a few cloves of garlic, chopped a few soy sauces and brought them out.

Then there are steamed tofu with minced meat, steamed fish, and then oyster sauce lettuce, stir-fried pork with garlic, all of which are some home-style fast dishes.

Tang Weipeng was practicing Gaohu upstairs, Lin Huimin listened to him, and Yaya was still in school. Tang Qian cooked a large pot of rice, using firewood to make a fire, or the simple stove made of bricks at the back of the house.

She planned to let the staff eat first, and when they left, the Yaya family would eat together after school.

He fried enough portions and packed a little of each for the dormitory to eat.

There was no class in the afternoon, so she didn't join the club, so she sat in the dormitory to watch American dramas, and let her go, but unfortunately she couldn't leave.

After a meal was cooked, she clicked on the "recipe" as usual to see the reward, about three or four hundred rewards for one dish, and Tang Qian was rewarded with more than two thousand or three thousand for this meal.

She looked at these numbers, and her heart was full of happiness - there have been a lot of things at home recently, and almost all the money she had saved before had been spent, and she had to save up the money again quickly, not too late when she needed to use it.

Although the court ordered the uncle's family to pay for mental damages, the uncle's family had no money, and the aunt refused to pay the money immediately.

She is not in a hurry, anyway, the uncle's family owes her this money.

Lin Huimin is in charge of the restaurant, and she tries to go back to help when she doesn't have classes, after all, every dish she makes has a soft girl coin award.

Every time she does more and brings it back to the dormitory, the dormitory almost didn't offer her up, and every time she goes to class, she actively occupies a seat for her, and she also points it for her, and the first thing that comes to mind is her.

As soon as this firewood rice was served, a staff member took a bite and his eyes were hot—this rice tasted like home!

The rice was plump and white smoke rising towards the warm yellow light.

Everyone was warmed by this scene.

As soon as Chen Liran finished taking the photo, everyone couldn't wait to pick up the chicken nuggets - the meat was tender and juicy, fragrant but not greasy, there was no chicken smell at all, only the meat fragrance lingered, slid down the throat, the mellow fragrance went and returned, and then took a bite of rice, the flavored chicken seeped the juice into the white rice, and the rice no longer only tasted sweet rice, but salty and fragrant, filling the taste buds and stomach.

A title flashed through Chen Liran's mind, and he decided to use this title as the title of this interview.

"Take a bite of life's white rice"

A man in a suit who combed his hair with a good example lowered his head: "Boss, the information on the organizer's side has been verified, and the little girl named Tang Qian participated in the competition in the name of the chef of 'Tang Zujing'." ”

In front of the man is a semi-curved white desk with a high back and a transparent glass window behind it.

Outside the glass window, there is a large and shrunken river city.

This is the headquarters of Hanjiang Catering Group.

A deep voice came from behind the chair: "Good, let the TV people pay more attention to her." ”

The man in the suit hesitated a little: "But...... In this way, wouldn't you advertise her for free?"

Behind the chair was a sullen smile: "This kind of advertisement is not as good as the publicity that Ning Fei gave her, without this kind of advertisement, her business would still be good." What I want is for everyone to look at her and lose to everyone. ”