Twenty years.

Seven thousand three hundred days.

175,200 hours.

When they met again, the three-year-old child had grown to twenty-three years old, and he had also entered middle age from youth.

Dong Eun blinked sluggishly.

A thousand threads were tangled in her heart, and she couldn't solve them.

It was like that twenty years ago, and it will still be the same twenty years later.

She looked hesitantly at the child a few steps away.

From head to toe, from eyebrows and eyes to body shape. The things that have been imagining in the deepest part of my heart have finally broken out of the cocoon, no longer a virtual image that only exists in the bottom of my heart, but has become a living existence in front of me.

He was even better than he could have imagined.

Much, much, much.

Her father, his grandfather, had taken good care of the child for so many years.

That's exactly how it should be.

Bai Tang was originally her father's chosen successor.

Then the other party left.

From waiting to leaving.

Dong En could see it clearly.

But the legs were like they had been poured with lead and then entangled by invisible vines.

When she left out of resentment, she walked neatly; But when it came time to come back, it seemed that all the courage born after so many years of hard work seemed to be a little insufficient.

Until this time, watching the nearest distance in the past twenty years being further and further apart, and then further and further away, the longing that had been buried deep suddenly revived.

She thought she had let go of the past.

Including husbands, fathers, and sons.

Until now.

Until they actually met again.

Yi Baitang and Shang Huaiyan got into the car together.

The atmosphere in the carriage was silent.

Shang Huaiyan drove the car, picked up his mobile phone while waiting for the red light, pressed it for a while, and quickly found today's flight information.

He looked at it for a moment and said to Yi Baitang, "Aunt Dong's tardiness was not intentional. ”

Yi Baitang raised his eyes.

Shang Huaiyan's finger touched the mobile phone screen lightly, and after pointing to Yi Baitang to show a line of information, he turned his gaze to the front and focused on driving: "The plane from her to Beijing today was missed for several hours and landed an hour ago. It's a good time to be able to get here from the airport. ”

Yi Baitang: "I thought you didn't like me to see my mother." ”

Shang Huaiyan smiled: "How come?" That's your mom. But......" he shrugged, "I do have a subtle feeling that you're going to be snatched away. You find this little jealousy. ”

Yi Baitang: "You don't understand. His face was full of displeasure, "It's not that my mother is late. She's been twenty years late, and it's no problem to be two hours late; I'm not happy that twenty years ago she couldn't say a word, and twenty years later she still can't say a word. ”

Shang Huaiyan translated: "So you're not unhappy that your mother is not good to you, but you are not happy that your mother is not good to you?" ”

Yi Baitang's displeased gaze turned to Shang Huaiyan, and he emphasized: "I'm not happy that she can't take responsibility for her actions so far!" ”

Shang Huaiyan smiled: "Okay, good-"

Yi Baitang continued to look at Shang Huaiyan unhappily, and after a while, he suddenly turned his eyes to look ahead: "Huaiyan." ”

Shang Huaiyan shook: "You...... You're so serious, what do you want to say? ”

Yi Baitang's face was expressionless: "I'm already twenty-three." ”

Shang Huaiyan was melancholy: "Much younger than me." ”

Yi Baitang turned a deaf ear: "My parents did not appear in my growth process. I don't really care what their attitude is towards me, because it's hard for me to have any different attitude towards them. ”

Shang Huaiyan let out a "hmm".

The window opened a slit.

The night breeze blew softly, perhaps because of this, Shang Huaiyan's low voice carried a unique gentleness.

Yi Baitang exhaled a little annoyed: "I just think they should choose a path that they still like." ”

Shang Huaiyan smiled.

"But very few people know what they really want like we do," he said.

There was silence in the carriage for a moment, and Yi Baitang's mobile phone rang.

Yi Baitang picked up the phone: "Hey? ”

"Little junior brother." Senior Brother Jiang's voice came from the other end of the phone. On the phone, Senior Brother Jiang's voice was extremely strict, and at the first moment of the call, he criticized, "Little Senior Brother, you poked out the big basket!" ”

Yi Baitang lazily: "What basket?" ”

Shang Huaiyan, who was driving, pricked up his ears.

Senior Brother Jiang: "You made a dish today......

Yi Baitang: "Then? ”

Senior Brother Jiang reproached: "At the end of this game, the whole venue is in chaos, isn't it? ”

Shang Huaiyan, who was driving, suddenly remembered the chaotic scene at the scene.

Yi Baitang raised his voice: "This is also my fault?!" ”

Senior Brother Jiang hurriedly coughed, lowered his voice and comforted: "Of course, you can't really blame you, it's because the contestants and judges at the competition site are too undetermined, but junior brother, you also have to be considerate of my work, this kind of competition scene is videotaped, go up and down to check the video, this kind of chaotic scene is not good-looking, but also makes people have some kind of anxiety, isn't it?" ”

Yi Baitang: "Hmph." ”

Senior Brother Jiang was helpless, so he simply made a long story short, and directly expressed the opinions of the main committee of the King Chef Competition: "So they sent me to call you, just to breathe your breath, people like you who will ruin the regular game don't need to participate in the ordinary King Chef Competition, just participate in the play-offs of the King Chef Competition——"

Yi Baitang: "Oh. ”

Senior Brother Jiang: "Then it's decided?" ”

Yi Baitang was lazy: "There is a problem. ”

Senior Brother Jiang: "What's the problem?" ”

Yi Baitang: "The registration deadline for the play-offs is June, and I haven't got the last gourmand yet, and Youkeshu Restaurant is not eligible to participate in the play-offs directly." ”

Senior Brother Jiang was incredulous: "Didn't you say this earlier?" ”

Yi Baitang lightly accused: "Originally, everything was under control." But you're out of the script. ”

Senior Brother Jiang: "......"

That's enough, this bear kid.

Now it's okay, I can't go straight up if I want to send him straight up.

It's wax......

Senior Brother Jiang hung up the phone worriedly.

As soon as he turned around, he received the eyes of the other eight judges of the Chef Competition at the round table.

He said helplessly: "He has no opinion on the direct promotion play-offs, but it is not enough to qualify for direct promotion." ”

The rest: "......"

The old man with the sharp nose is here now. Based on the fact that he failed to suppress the scene, but took the lead in disrupting the normal order of the game, he felt a little guilty and said: "According to the strength of this contestant, he does have the conditions for direct promotion to the play-offs, and you should not forget the implied conditions when we formulated the rules of the game in the first place." Anyway, it's just a gourmet's recommendation, or let's take a lead in the middle? ”

The judge, who was sitting next to him, said, "It's not good. We meddle too much, even if we have a clear conscience, if we are stabbed out by someone in the future, we will be said to □□ a lot. ”

Senior Brother Jiang also groaned: "I don't think it's good either, our chief judge has to distinguish it from the contestant, at most, we can only inform him that he does have this qualification now, and we can't give him too much direct convenience." He tried to be as objective and fair as possible, "And I'm going to tell him about it, he's going to find a way to solve the problem of the last food judge anyway, and he'll do everything he can to find it...... Target...... ......."

Speaking of which, Senior Brother Jiang was not sure.

He had to admit that the generation gap between him and his junior brother was as deep as the Mariana Trench.

Senior Brother Jiang, who was a little weak-hearted, turned the topic elsewhere again: "This time, apart from Yi Baitang, are there any other contestants worth noting?" ”

Judges: "A few more. ”

A few thin sheets of paper were dropped in the center of the table, and the white paper fluttered down like a butterfly, scattering and falling silently.

Several chief judges began to cross-screen the information in the round table, and among the nearly ten materials, those over 30 years old were eliminated first, and those that were not outstanding in the qualifiers and official competitions were eliminated next, and even if they were prominent, they were eliminated again without flashing inspiration.

Eventually, the two documents were retained.

One is a tall and beautiful girl of twenty-five, and the other is a white, tender and tender little fat man who is also in his twenties.

These two pieces of information were kept together with Yi Baitang's information.

Two more judges who presided over their competition called them personally and offered to build a direct play-off.

But after a brief conversation, the two judges returned with strange expressions.

The girl in charge said first: "That girl said that she was not in a hurry to go to the play-offs, she thought the topic of our Chef King Contest was interesting, and she wanted to participate in two more competitions......"

The person in charge of the little fat man also said: "The fat man is also reluctant to participate in the play-offs, and his reason is ...... You can taste all the 100 dishes in a regular competition, and you can only taste two or three dishes at once in a play-off competition. ”

Everyone looked at each other.

How all unconscious guys!

According to the normal trend, shouldn't we build yì, they were immediately moved inexplicably and deeply felt valued?!

"That'...... Do you want to let them break the discipline of the game one by one? ”

"I have an idea." Senior Brother Jiang said suddenly.

"Say it quickly." The rest of the judges hurriedly said.

"Anyway, this group of people love to disrupt the order of the game, so let's just pull out their information and arrange them in the same competition venue, and artificially divide a special area for them to have a big fight."

"Great idea!" The rest of the judges praised the idea as good, "Come on, come on, and put in the seeds we picked earlier, and there will be about thirteen or fourteen people in total." ”

"But in the second game, there were about 100 people in one arena. There are more than 80 people to choose how to choose ......" a judge suddenly asked the question.

Once again, everyone looked at each other.

"The rest will be according to the provisions at the beginning, and it will be randomized by the machine." Senior Brother Jiang, who came up with the idea, added.

"That's right," everyone laughed together, "after all, luck is also a very important strength......

As for the ordinary contestants who were really lucky enough to be drawn to that one......

It was a beautiful picture, I couldn't think about it.

Soon after the meeting, Senior Brother Jiang called Yi Baitang again, planning to tell the little brother to quickly implement the last gourmet recommendation, otherwise if the King of Chef competition is over, he will really laugh at the master's big teeth before he has even qualified for the play-offs.

But this time, the call didn't go through.

What is the other party doing?

Senior Brother Jiang put away his phone in confusion, shook his head, and went home.

Yi Baitang didn't do anything.

He just dropped his phone on the second floor, heard the doorbell a second before it rang, and went to open the door.

The door opened, and Yuan Hui appeared in front of Yi Baitang.

The two looked at each other, and Yuan Hui was nervous: "That...... Is Shang Huaiyan here? ”

Yi Baitang: "He's taking a bath." He paused, looking like he didn't want Yuan Hui to come in, "Are you looking for him?" ”

Yuan Hui: "No, no, no, I'm actually here to find you." ”

Yi Baitang: "Oh. ”

Yuan Hui: "Don't you invite me in?" ”

Yi Baitang: "Speak." ”

Yuan Hui was helpless: "Okay, if you don't go in, you won't go in, in fact, it's not a big deal, I remember the last time you were looking for a gourmet's recommendation qualifications?" Do you still lack qualifications? ”

Yi Baitang raised his eyebrows.

Yuan Hui explained, but under Yi Baitang's expressionless gaze, his voice became smaller and smaller: "I just know that a person is still qualified for recommendation, do you want to try it......"

Yi Baitang: "The gourmand is my mother, and the recommended quota is in her hands?" ”

Yuan Hui was vague: "Well, that's pretty much it......"

With a bang, the door closed in front of his eyes.

Yuan Hui: "......"

Ten minutes later, the door opened again, and Shang Huaiyan, who was covered in moisture, opened the door, and stood leaning against the door frame with a smile: "Do you want to come in and sit?" ”

Yuan Hui sighed: "Sit, sit." ”

When he entered, he couldn't help asking, "How do you know I'm outside?" ”

Looking at Yi Baitang like that, it doesn't look like he would deliberately sue Shang Huaiyan!

Shang Huaiyan pressed his slightly swollen and slightly painful lips with his fingers: "Because my Baitang is unhappy again." ”

As soon as he stepped out of the bathroom door, he was pulled and kissed for a long time.

In fact, he didn't mind coming a few more times when he was unhappy.

Shang Huaiyan thought about it, raised his hand to catch the headscarf thrown by Yi Baitang on the sofa, and said to Yi Baitang and Yuan Hui:

"Sit down, let's talk patiently."