He Lai slammed the table almost instantly, regardless of his seniority, he yelled directly: "Principal, what do you mean by this, Sikong Yao has just come back not long ago, and you actually want her to leave!" ”

Sikong Yaoliu's eyebrows frowned slightly, and he asked puzzledly, "Headmaster, what do you mean by day study?" ”

He Baijin said: "The so-called day school is to let students stay in school except for class, the rest of the time is free to arrange, do not need to stay in school, and the school will not provide you with accommodation, which is an arrangement to save resources and enrich students' experience." But the day school requirements I put forward are even more demanding. I want you to just make a name for yourself at the academy and leave the school and go outside to practice. ”

He Lai became more and more angry, He Baijin's request was too excessive.

Day reading sounds good, but it's not the same thing.

Only when the student population is expanding, and the school itself is not large enough to have enough dormitory beds, will the school encourage the senior students to go out and study, and then reserve the vacated dormitory space for the expansion of enrollment.

"Principal He! You are too much, Sikong Yao has just saved enough face for our academy, but you drove her away like this, what do you mean. ”

Sikong Yao looked at He Baijin with a determined expression, waiting for a reasonable explanation.

He Baijin said again: "Helai, you have also seen that with Sikong Yao's talent, the school will only limit her talent to her, in the past three months, she has achieved today's achievements by her own efforts, can you guarantee that if she stays in school for three months, will she be able to have such achievements?" ”

He Lai calmed down, He Baijin's words are not unreasonable, with the school's decent education method, it will indeed stifle students' creativity to a certain extent.

Cooking is definitely not a static imitation, and students who are not creative will not be able to become a good chef.

And Sikong Yao is just not such a student who is willing to be restrained.

Ask yourself, He Lai can't teach such an outstanding student as Sikong Yao. All of this is due to Sikong Yao's own talent.

He Baijin saw that He Lai had already understood his intentions, and then said: "And once Sikong Yao leaves the academy, then the other students will also look as if they have one less opponent on the surface, so that." They will be able to learn with all their energy. ”

He Lai nodded, if you start from the perspective of the academy, for the sake of students and honor, it is definitely the best choice to let Sikong Yao go to school.

However, in any case, it is still necessary to respect Sikong Yao's own wishes.

He Baijin asked, "Sikong Yao, what do you mean?" ”

Sikong Yao pondered for a while and said with a smile: "No problem, but I have one condition." ”

He Baijin asked, "What conditions?" ”

Sikong Yao said: "If I can win the championship of the Cherry Cup, I will be a candidate for the Liuli Food Festival every ten years." It must be left to me. ”

He Lai's eyebrows were almost twisted into a knot, but he didn't expect Sikong Yao to make this request.

The Liuli Food Festival is held every ten years, and each country will send the best young chefs to gather together and compete with each other. Winning the world of gastronomy.

At this festival, all the world's top chefs gather to showcase the cuisine from their own countries, and the chef who wins the Liuli Food Festival will not only receive a letter of appointment as a United Nations Royal Chef, but also be awarded the right to operate a two-star Michelin restaurant.

This is a feast for the culinary world, and it is also the lifelong pursuit of every chef.

However, there is an extremely harsh definition of participation in the Liuli Food Festival. Only chefs aged 24 and under are allowed to participate.

Originally, it was nothing for Sikong Yao to make this request, but there are only ten places in each country for such a cooking feast, and the participating chefs must have the guarantee of the culinary academy and obtain national certification.

At that time, the previous high-achieving students of St. Yide Road Cuisine College will come back to fight for the qualification of Liuli Food Festival, and St. Yi Delu Cuisine College has also selected one of the most bewitching students in the past.

At this time, Sikong Yao made such a request. It is inevitable that He Baijin will be worried.

He Baijin muttered: "Sikong Yao, your request is really embarrassing for me, the next time to participate in the Liuli Food Festival, our college has already made arrangements, do you see if you can change the request?" ”

Sikong Yao smiled: "No. I desperately wanted to enter the Saint-Ed-Lou Culinary Academy in order to participate in the Liuli Food Festival. ”

He Baijin looked a little embarrassed, and said, "That's it, let's not talk about this matter, I will apply to the principal Zheng, and if I can, I will arrange for you to have a duel with his grandson." ”

Sikong Yao frowned slightly and said, "Why do you want to fight against his grandson?" ”

He Baijin sighed and said, "Because the most demonic former student is the grandson of the main school." ”

Sikong Yao smacked his lips and said, "No problem, then it's decided, I accepted the request for day study." ”

He Baijin breathed a sigh of relief, in this way, this matter can be regarded as a perfect solution.

Although there was a pleasant negotiation in the principal's office, on the other hand, this was not the case on the other side of the hallway.

Zha Jiandong stumbled and rolled directly from upstairs to downstairs, and his vertebrae were dislocated by two knots.

Zha Jiandong was carried out by the medical staff while lying down, wailing non-stop along the way.

Zha Jiandong, who was carried to the school gate and waited for the ambulance to arrive, was impartial and happened to meet Wu Aonan, who was depressed at the Cooking College of the Night.

Wu Aonan reprimanded unhappily: "Don't get in the way, okay?" ”

Zha Jiandong couldn't stop howling and scolded angrily: "Damn Sikong Yao, I won't let you go." ”

Wu Aonan, who had already stepped out of the school gate with one foot, suddenly paused slightly when he heard this sentence, and said, "You mean?" Sikong Yao? ”

Meng's Qing Pavilion.

The strong man was getting drunk, and the woman's mouth was babbling something in pieces.

After a closer look, the strong man's haggard face was somewhat similar to Meng Xiyao, who was Meng Xiyao's biological father, Meng Ao.

And the woman who has been scolding and scolding non-stop is Meng Xiyao's stepmother, Lin Feng.

Lin Feng scolded: "Another branch in the store has closed down this month, can't you take care of it?" ”

Meng Ao only cared about drinking, his drunken appearance did not have the slightest demeanor of the past, and his mouth was muttering: "Anyway, there is no shortage of money to spend, do you care so much?" ”

Lin Feng said angrily: "No matter how rich you are, you can't get rich for three generations, these will be children in the future, if you don't leave him a little more, how can you live in peace and stability in the future!" ”

Meng Ao just licked the wine again, yawned, squinted and muttered, "Child? Is Xiyao back? ”

Lin Feng crossed his hands on his hips, put on a vulgar posture that did not match her beauty, and said angrily: "What Meng Xiyao, he is dead!" Our child is Meng Xinzhi, how long has it been! When exactly are you going to drink! ”

Lin Feng was followed by a twelve-year-old child, wearing fashionable expensive clothes and a valuable gold watch, looking like a loser.

Meng Xinzhi tugged at Lin Feng's sleeve and shouted, "Mom, my pocket money has run out, give me another 100,000 yuan." ”

Lin Feng frowned slightly, although he scolded this child in his heart for spending money like running water, but he still said dotingly: "Okay, is 100,000 enough?" Mom will give you 200,000 yuan. ”

It's light to say, feelings are not money earned by themselves, and they are spent lavishly.

All this money came from the profits of Meng's Qingge branch, in other words, it was Meng Ao's hard work.

However, since Meng Xiyao was hijacked and disappeared mysteriously, and his whereabouts are unknown, Meng Ao has no intention of operating and washes his face with wine all day long.

Without the person in charge to preside over the overall situation, the situation of the Meng Qing Pavilion is getting lower and lower, and the business is getting worse day by day, from the first ten branches to the present, only four stores are still struggling to rely on loyal customers.

However, no matter how loyal the fans are, there will always be a day when they lose confidence in a restaurant that is not motivated and has a future.

When that day comes, it will be time for the Meng family to declare bankruptcy.

As a result, the scene where Lin Feng angrily reprimanded Meng Ao was staged.

Lin Feng, who was bent on leaving money for Meng Xinzhi, had been scolding Meng Ao, and in her eyes, Meng Xiyao, who had no blood relationship with her, was nothing at all.

Meng Ao continued to drink, and saw that Meng Xinzhi, who was not enterprising, was both his own son, why was the gap so big?

Meng Ao scolded unhappily: "Money money, money, you know how to ask for money all day long, when should you learn to cook!" ”

Meng Xinzhi lowered his head and said timidly: "Mom......"

Lin Feng gritted his teeth and scolded angrily: "Meng Ao, what are you doing!" If you don't have the ability, you will be angry with the child, if you have the ability, you will give me a way to rectify the business of the store, do you know how much I have worked for the store! ”

The conscience of heaven and earth, this is not false at all, Lin Feng has indeed worked a lot for the Meng Clan's Qing Pavilion.

It's just that Lin Feng thinks about how to reduce costs by using cheaper ingredients, increase income by harsh employee salaries, do everything he can, use all the caution he can think of, and increase the income of the store self-righteously.

However, this approach also pushed the Meng Qing Pavilion to its demise.

Meng Ao snorted coldly, he couldn't stay in this noisy home anymore, and then shook the empty wine bottle, ready to go outside to find a place to drink.

The drunk Meng Ao staggered out of the door of the store, the cerebellum paralyzed by alcohol did not obey the call, Meng Ao crossed his legs, and then staggered to the ground.

"Uncle Meng......"

The residual liquid from the wine bottle spilled onto a pair of canvas shoes, and Meng Ao looked up and saw a familiar face.