Several people in the lounge in Area C were silent after seeing Zheng Ke's dishes.

For them, cooking a dish of water-poated trout is not a problem. If you let them go up, they will cook this dish very well. But whether it can be as fast and comfortable as Zheng Ke, it's hard to say.

Of course, what is even more rare is that the dish must be approved by three judges, and among the three judges, there is also a prestigious three-star chef.

"He's finished his exam, can he leave now?" Mimo asked softly, pulling Enoch's clothes.

"I'm going to see the result...... And I have to meet the little chef. Enoch protested.

"Hey, Mr. Enoch, don't get an inch!, or I'll report this to the master?," Mimo's cheeks flushed, and his eyes showed dissatisfaction.

He had previously agreed to Enoch to watch Zheng Ke's game, and had already made a big concession.

If Enoch was allowed to continue to be willful, he estimated that even in the evening, they might not be able to return to the restaurant.

"Don't! Don't let him know about it...... Can't you really wait a little longer?" Enoch reconfirmed, still unrelenting.

"Yes. Mimo gritted his teeth and reaffirmed his attitude.

Really, how did you find such a boss? It's so infuriating.

Mimo grumbled inwardly.

Enoch shrugged his shoulders, stood up helplessly, and after greeting a few people in the room, he left the rest area first.

It was only then that someone in the rest area finally began to speak.

"I don't know how many points he can get. "A middle-aged chef with short red hair, his face full of sorrow.

"Who knows, but the score should be quite impressive, right?" the black-framed chef pushed the frame of his glasses and glanced at the big screen, but the score for this round still hadn't come out.

This is the practice for this exam.

Normally, the result of the match is known on the spot, and the video is delayed by five or six minutes.

Just when the chef in the rest area was a little restless, Zheng Ke's score finally appeared on the LCD TV.

"Wait...... This score ...... It's too ...... too."

When the red-haired middle-aged chef saw this score, his face turned to ashes, and the expressions of the others became more serious.

Mimo told the waiter to pick up the car in the parking lot, and Enoch left the hotel and stretched out boredly.

Zheng Ke...... Another interesting person. Enoch stretched and muttered to himself.

Mimo on one side glanced at Enoch angrily, with his own knowledge of him, whenever he said this, it meant that he was very bored at the moment.

"Senior, you're also very interesting. ”

Behind Enoch and Mimo, a voice suddenly sounded.

The two of them hurriedly turned around, but saw Zheng Ke greeting them with a smile.

"Senior Enoch, this is the first time we've met, right?" Zheng Ke said with a chuckle, nodding slightly to Mimo on the side.

Mi Mo hurriedly bowed and bowed slightly to Zheng Ke.

"Huh, you know me?" Enoch said in surprise.

"Well, I know from Mr. Romon that he also invited you to participate in this assessment. Zheng Ke said.

"Mr. Romong? hehe, that's right. Compared to running a restaurant, I think it's a little easier to teach. Also, the teachers are very talented, and I would love to talk to them, and maybe I can come up with a good dish in the conversation. Enoch said simply.

"Oh, I see. ”

Zheng Ke nodded politely, thinking that Enoch was just saying some polite words.

As a star chef, he has a sense of resistance to running a restaurant, and when he says this, few people will think that Enoch is really thinking.

It's just that Enoch really thinks so.

At this time, a black sedan slowly drove up and finally stopped in front of the hotel.

After the attendant got out of the car, he handed the key to Mimo.

"Mr. Zheng, do you also live in Lanji now, why don't I give you a ride?" Mimo said softly.

"Isn't it too much trouble for you?" Zheng Ke said wrongly.

"What do you say, you are my dear junior, and I have an obligation to send you back to Lanji. Rest assured, although Mimo looks very young, he is 20 years old, has a driver's license, and has no problem driving skills. Enoch patted Zheng Ke on the shoulder and said softly.

20 years old?

Zheng Ke glanced at Mimo again, if Enoch didn't say it directly, he still thought that Mino was only twelve or thirteen years old?

"Ahem, sir, it's not to send 'you' back, it's to send 'Mr. Zheng' back, you can take a taxi yourself, right? Mimo unabashedly punctured Enoch's illusions.

"Don't, don't...... I don't want to go back now!" Enoch pulled Zheng Ke directly and got into the car, "Drive!"

Zheng Ke entered the car in a daze, and until he fastened his seatbelt, his brain was still in chaos.

Wait a minute...... This is completely different from the Enoch he imagined.

Where did those cool appearances and sharp eyes go?

Mimo sighed and shrugged his shoulders helplessly, he had nothing to say in the face of such a boss.

"Ha, Senior Irook, the image you imagined is very different" After the car started, Zheng Ke sorted out his mood.

"But you're not the first to say that about me. Every time I hold an event or sign up, the organizers will deliberately take some cold photos for me, and I am also very helpless. Enoch shrugged his shoulders in frustration.

"Isn't that also to keep you in shape? Let others know that what they consider to be a talented chef is a bastard, and the image of our restaurant will also be affected!" came from the driver's seat in the front row, and there was an angry roar.

Zheng Ke finally understood at this time, and the relationship between the two is the buyer's show and the seller's show.

On the earth, Zheng Ke has also seen some platform anchors, and the advertisements look cold, but they are actually a joke.

"By the way, how did you make two dishes?" Enoch was in the lounge of Area C, and he also listened to a general idea, but he still wanted to hear Zheng Ke's explanation.

"They thought that since I was applying for a French food lecture, they wanted to see my French cuisine. Zheng Ke explained.

Enoch raised his eyebrows, "I think no one should question the French food of the Lanji students, I really can't figure out what they think." ”

"I think so too. Zheng Ke sighed and made two dishes in a row, which was indeed a test of physical strength.

However, now he is more accustomed to this level of labor, and on the whole, the impact on him is not too great.

"By the way, how much did the judges give you in the end?" Enoch asked.

"It's like 280 points, right? On average, each judge only gave a little more than 90 points. Zheng Ke was a little dissatisfied.

Enoch rolled his eyes, depressed, because he had only scored 290 points.

Although this score is 10 points higher than Zheng Ke, he is also five years older than Zheng Ke.

Another bastard.

Enoch thought silently in his mind.