After saying goodbye to Ni Meiliyi, looking at the direction in which the other party disappeared for a long time, Chen Mo closed the door of the store.

While lying on the bed, Chen Mo took out an invitation card with a hint of feminine fragrance.

This is a wild card of the "Youth Cup", and the organizer is Ni Meimei's father Ni Sheng's Ni Shi Group.

Open the card, and inside is a neat block letter.

Dear Mr. Chen Mo, hello, we sincerely invite you to participate in the 4th "Youth Cup" Invitational Tournament. In order to promote Chinese food culture and exchange Chinese cuisine cooking skills, this Saturday at the Baiyun Hotel, the top young chefs from all over Jinling will gather together to participate in this cup competition, looking forward to your visit. This event is honored to be hosted by Ni Shi Group.

Baiyun Hotel, that is the largest five-star hotel in Jiangning, I don't know what the culinary level of Baiyun Hotel is in this world.

As for the Ni Shi Group, it can hold a city-wide cup competition, and the strength and influence of the group can be seen.

Putting the card away, Chen Mo leaned on the pillow.

I don't know what I'm thinking.

......

Alas~~

Chen Mo, who was cooking in the kitchen, was startled when he heard a collective long sigh in the hall.

I thought there was a problem with the dishes I made.

I hurriedly went out and asked, only to know that the source of the sigh was on TV.

"Alas, it's a shame to lose to the Korean team again. Uncle Zhang sighed again and shook his head again and again.

"It's a shame to lose to South Korea three years in a row. "Aunt Peng, who has always been inseparable from Uncle Zhang, looks like she hates iron but not steel.

"It's a case of Koreanophobia. Ni Shuai's little face was also flushed because of anger.

Chen Mo still thought that there was a football qualifier broadcast live on TV, who knew if he looked up.

"What kind of competition is this?" Chen Mo couldn't help blurting out.

On TV, several Chinese chefs in white coats, some with unwillingness on their faces, some with loneliness on their faces, and even some with angry expressions, stood in front of a long kitchen stove.

Next to the kitchen stove opposite, several Smecta Korean chefs raised their hands and hugged each other, cheering and celebrating the victory.

Chen Mo observed that the environment of the live broadcast on TV should be a large venue, and the center of the venue is where the chefs stand, and it should be a competition ring, surrounded by ring-shaped seats that gradually increase from low to high, surrounding the competition ring in the center.

On one side of the ring, there are several huge sofa seats, on which are several arrogant guests, who seem to be referees.

"You don't know that? The Asian qualifiers for the Food World Cup, which are held every two years. ”

Food World Cup?

Asian Qualifiers?

Chen Mo has heard of this event for the first time, and it seems that in this world, although Chinese food is declining, the whole world is very hot about food.

"Didn't the Chinese team show up in the qualifiers?" asked Chen Mo.

"Of course, there are only three places in Asia, and the Chinese team has always been at the level of the middle in Asia, although it is full of confidence to hit the World Cup every time, but it falls short every time. A frequent mustachioed diner immediately explained to Chen Mo.

"The most regrettable thing is this year, I finally made it to the top four, but I lost to the Korean team in the four-in-three game, counting this time, it has been eliminated by the Korean team for three consecutive times. Uncle Li's voice was full of regret.

"It seems that this year's top three are the same as last year, the traditional two, RB and South Korea, and Thailand, which has stood out in recent years. A diner reminded.

"Let's save it, even if the Chinese team enters the top three, it is not necessary to walk naked in the Food World Cup, and it will definitely be eliminated in the first round. ”

"That's not necessarily, RB and South Korea have both broken through the first round, it is said that the RB team's goal in this food World Cup is the top four, and the South Korean team will continue to strive for the top eight. ”

After listening to the words of the diners, Chen Mo asked curiously, "How many teams are there in the Food World Cup?"

"Sixteen teams, are selected from various continents, it is said that the Asian team in the world competition performance is too poor year after year, the International Food Federation has considered reducing the number of Asian teams from 3 to 2, if this is the case, then the next time the Chinese team wants to impact the Food World Cup will be more difficult. Uncle Li shook his head, wondering if there was any hope in his lifetime to see the Chinese team standing on the stage of world cuisine.

Back in the kitchen, Chen Mo couldn't help but re-examine the world he was in.

It is an indisputable fact that Chinese cuisine is declining in this world, and even Thailand can squeeze into the top three, but Chinese cuisine has not been able to break out of Asia for many years, which makes Chen Mo feel that it is really unreasonable.

In addition, this novel food World Cup also made Chen Mo understand that in today's world, the status of cuisine in society or the world is far greater than the time and space in which Chen Mo lived before.

Through this period of contact with people, Chen Mo found that in China, there are not no chefs who can cook, and it is not that there are no particularly good recipes, but these chefs and recipes are like gold sand buried in the beach, waiting for those who are interested to discover and excavate.

Chen Mo believes that Chinese cuisine is not impossible, but in the era of rapid development and collective explosion of cuisine in other countries, Chinese cuisine seems to have just awakened and begun to take off.

Chinese cuisine is just missing one person, and it just lifts the veil that covers the essence of Chinese beauty.

Once the essence of Chinese cuisine is discovered, it is not impossible to overtake in corners.

Chen Mo felt that he was the gold digger, and he wanted to fully excavate the golden mountain of Chinese cuisine in his own hands, and stand out from the vast beach after the impact of the waves.

......

"Excuse me, is Chen Mo here?"

Chen Mo, who was interrupted by his passionate and passionate thoughts, poked his head out of the kitchen window.

A strange young man stood in the doorway, about his own age.

"Well, that's the owner of the food house. Ni Shuai, who was closest to the stranger, pointed to Chen Mo at the window.

The stranger raised his hand to say hello to Chen Mo, and immediately introduced himself.

"Boss Chen, hello, I am the son of Brother Long at the end of the street, and my name is Ma Teng. The strange young man said very politely.

"Hey, it turned out to be a pony, I haven't seen you for a few years, but the change is so big, your grandfather Zhang can't even recognize you. ”

The first to react was Uncle Zhang, and then Aunt Peng immediately said: "Oh, what a pony, when did you come back?" I heard that you went out to learn to cook, and you haven't come back for more than two years. ”

It seems that the old couple and Ma Teng are quite familiar.

"Yes, Uncle Zhang, Aunt Peng, I just came back from Taipei the day before yesterday and came to visit Boss Chen. ”

It turned out to be the son of Ma Long, the owner of delicious egg fried rice, and he was not good.

"It's just a small shop, it's not a boss, just call me Chen Mo. ”

Chen Mo came to the front of the hall and looked at Ma Teng.

The diners sitting next to the two of them seemed to see the electricity generated by the impact of their gaze.

The atmosphere was a little tense and depressing for a while...