In the rainy season in May, the almost continuous rain made Belvedere, a small southern town with humid air, even more humid, and that feeling of wetness also made Lin Zhi's mood even more dull.

At this moment, a heavy dark cloud is condensing in the sky above the Lin family's restaurant.

"Bang!"

"Boss Zhou, try it!" Lin Zhi put the plate in his hand on the table and said expressionlessly.

Two plates of egg fried rice were placed on the table, their makers standing in front of each plate, and a somewhat wealthy middle-aged man sat on the chair.

"I'll taste it. Zhou Hongfu picked up the chopsticks, tasted the egg fried rice in front of the other person first, entered the chopsticks, nodded, and saw a smug smile on the face of the dark-skinned man in the chef's uniform opposite.

Zhou Hongfu tasted the plate of egg fried rice in front of Lin Zhi again, and as soon as he entered it, he shook his head decisively, with a trace of helplessness in his eyes.

"Lin Zhi, your rice is too soft, there is no fragrance of egg and rice fusion at all, look, this ball of rice is still lumped together. ”

Zhou Hongfu used chopsticks to pick up a ball of rice that was not separated, and it was still white inside.

Lin Zhi's face was a little gloomy, and he didn't speak.

"This time, it was the plateau who won. Zhou Hongfu announced the results of the competition.

"Haha!" the man in the chef's uniform laughed, "Lin Zhi, you're still too young. I advise you to let go as soon as possible, because it will not be good for you and me to drag it all the time. The man persuaded bitterly.

"Uncle Gao is really good at joking, Uncle Gao didn't let go, so what's the reason to talk about me!" Lin Zhi said in a flat voice.

Lin Zhi didn't want to turn his head to look at the man next to him, his former amiable face was already hateful.

Takahara was a good friend of his father before his death and a former colleague at the hotel. Zhou Hongfu is also his father's former boss.

Gao Yuan and his father used to discuss cooking skills at Father Lin's restaurant, but now, after his father's death, everything has become ironic.

"Hmph! Anyway, the half-year deadline is almost up, and with your three-legged cat kung fu, I don't think there is much of a chance. ”

"The decoration in this store is a bit old, and the new store is open, but it needs to be replaced. Gao Yuan excitedly looked around the restaurant, and said incoherent words.

"Uncle Gao can leave after the test, this restaurant is surnamed Lin, you don't have to worry about how to decorate. Lin Zhi almost couldn't hold back the anger in his heart, and his face, which had always been expressionless, was a little cracked.

"Hehe, do you really think that your cooking skills that can't make egg fried rice can win me? Lin Zhi, uncle advises you not to dream. The corners of Gao Yuan's mouth curled up, and he let out a sneer, looking at Lin Zhi's eyes with a thick disdain.

"However, this store will be mine soon, and I don't need to worry, it's okay to be a few days late. Gao Yuan laughed loudly, bowed his head and said to Zhou Hongfu.

"Boss Zhou, I'll invite you to dinner, let's go first. ”

Seeing the two of them leaving together, Lin rushed to the door and closed the door.

Locking the door of the restaurant, Lin Zhi's tense expression relaxed, and his face was full of sadness.

The Lin family's restaurant is on the border of the city center, with a small two-story shop in a residential building against the back, with his father's restaurant downstairs and the two's residence upstairs.

Lin's father has worked in the hotel for decades, and finally made up his mind to come out and open his own restaurant, and Lin Zhi will never forget the smile on his father's face when the restaurant opened.

My father once said that there are three happiest things in my life, one is to marry my mother, one is that Lin Zhi is admitted to university, and finally I have my own restaurant.

Lin Zhi has been helping his father do some work since he was a child, and after graduating from college, he didn't find any good jobs, so his father asked Lin Zhi to follow him to learn to cook.

It's a pity that Lin Zhi doesn't have that talent, and he is still a rookie after two years of study. Lin's father was helpless and was about to ask someone to find another job for Lin Zhi, but he didn't expect to die in a traffic accident on the road.

The death of his father was a huge blow to Lin Zhi.

When his mother died when he was a child, although his father was often busy with work and couldn't take care of himself, the relationship between the two of them since childhood was incomparable to that of anyone.

But what made him even more unbearable was that after his father's death, Gao Yuan, who had always had a good relationship with his father, came to the door.

My father didn't have enough money to open a restaurant at that time, so he borrowed money from Gao Yuan, which Lin Zhi knew. But that money was only a small part of it.

Gao Yuan came to ask for debts, and the family had spent a lot of money because of his father's accident, and he had to pay back part of his income every year for the three years he opened the restaurant.

It was impossible for Lin Zhi to take out all the money at once, but Gao Yuan asked him to pay off the remaining 100,000, and if he couldn't, he would give him the restaurant.

This restaurant is his father's brainchild, and Lin Zhi will never give it to others.

Under the dispute, Lin Zhi obtained half a year for himself, if he was comparable to Gao Yuan's cooking skills within half a year, the Lin family's restaurant would still be his, and Lin Zhi would pay off the 100,000 yuan owed to Gao Yuan in the next year; if Lin Zhi lost, he would use the restaurant to pay off the debt and sell it to Gao Yuan.

The two invited Boss Zhou of the hotel as a judge, but what to say is that in the 88 competitions in the past half a year, Lin Zhi has not won once.

Distraught, he climbed up to the second floor, looking at the photos in the living room, Lin Zhi's mood was unprecedentedly lost.

"It's going to be half a year soon, but my cooking skills are still so bad!"

"Father, I won't give up!"

He didn't dare to think about the result of his loss, and he raised his courage again in his heart, and turned and went down the stairs.

Lin Zhi took the two plates of egg fried rice on the table as lunch, picked up some at random, and then rushed to the kitchen, practicing over and over again, his hands were already full of calluses in half a year, you can imagine how hard he practiced.

The 'closed' sign at the door of the restaurant has been hanging for half a year, and Lin Zhi wants to take it off every minute and every second, so that the restaurant can be revitalized.

At half past eleven o'clock in the evening, Lin Zhi stopped practicing, and there was already a pot of egg fried rice and a pot of shredded potatoes in the kitchen.

Place two pots in the refrigerator and prepare them for tomorrow's meal. Lin Zhi dragged his tired body back to the second floor, took his clothes, went to the bathroom to take a quick battle bath, and then plunged into the bed.

Now, the ingredients that Lin Zhi uses to practice every day have been fixed to be potatoes and rice noodles, because he wants to save money, Lin Zhi has hardly eaten meat in half a year.

Lying on the bed and gently closing his eyes, Lin Zhi thought that maybe he could dream of a full Han banquet.

Empty your mind and quietly wait for the arrival of Zhou Gong.

"Didi, the strong desire in the host's mind has been detected, it is suitable for binding, the installation begins, and the system is installed. ”

A cold electronic sound suddenly sounded in his head.