Just when the two sides were at a stalemate, Sikong Yao suddenly patted Jean on the shoulder.

"Sikong Yao, you must be so angry, this guy is actually playing ...... us" Jean's voice gradually lowered, and he was surprised to find that Sikong Yao's expression was so plain and unwavering.

Sikong Yao smiled lightly and said, "It's okay Jean, you can take this medal." ”

"What?" Jean was afraid that he thought that his ears were broken, and when he looked at Sikong Yao's expression again, he couldn't detect a trace of unwillingness, as if what had happened was not something important, and Eric's viciousness was erased lightly.

Jean said puzzledly: "Sikong Yao, what nonsense are you talking about......"

Sikong Yao shrugged his shoulders and said with a smile: "It's okay, you can take this medal, for me, it's dispensable." ”

Jean was stunned for a moment, and asked Chinese to be generous and humble, but now that he saw and heard it, Fang Jue felt it, "This ......"

Eric seemed to grasp the last straw at the moment of being condemned by his conscience, for fear that this matter would be extended in other ways, and hurriedly said: "This little girl, as long as you are willing to forgive me, I am willing to compensate you for your losses to the greatest extent." ”

Jean gritted his teeth and scolded, "Stop talking nonsense! Where is this something that can be compensated with money! ”

Despite being the owner of a manor, Eric is not an unreasonable person after all, and because this matter is his fault, in the face of Jean's anger, Eric also chose to be humble and no longer speak.

Jean turned to Sikong Yao and said, "Sikong Yao, this is not fair to you. ”

Sikong Yao shook his head and said, "It's okay. I figured it out, you just have this medal in your hands. ”

Jean was silent for a moment, his heart was in a mess, did Sikong Yao think that she was inferior to herself, so she took the initiative to give up this medal? But how can this work, it is obviously an honor achieved by two people together, and the benefits can't all fall on me alone......

By the way, let's have a fair game with her and use the final cooking duel to determine the winner. Wrong...... It's not okay, it's too much to bully her...... Put some water? This is another insult to her......

Jean's mind was in a mess, and he couldn't find a way to distribute the medals. How do two people divide a medal equally? Jean couldn't think of any way, not just Jean, or anyone else.

Sikong Yao saw that Jean was distressed all the way, and smiled lightly: "It's okay." I didn't give up this medal with pain. ”

Jean looked up. looked at Sikong Yao. Sikong Yao continued: "You must be thinking, I think you don't have the best skills to take the initiative to give up this medal, right?" ”

Jean was silent, though he wanted to defend himself. But this is indeed the case, and the right to speak fell back into the hands of Sikong Yao.

Sikong Yao continued: "Then you are wrong, although I have to admit that I am indeed inferior to you in dessert skills, this is very clear to me, and in the next study, I will continue to catch up and make up for the gap during the period, but this is not the reason why I gave up this medal." ”

Jean puzzled: "That ......"

Sikong Yao smiled and said, "It's weird, right? But I now feel that this medal is too difficult for me, or for me to hold the title of professional pastry chef, and with my current strength, it is not enough to control the side effects it brings. ”

"Side effects?" Jean looked at Sikong Yao blankly, the medal of honor of a professional pastry chef, you can enjoy privileges that ordinary people can't enjoy, how can there be side effects, Jean can't figure it out.

Sikong Yao continued to explain: "If I obtained this title by virtue of my real strength, then I would never give up this medal, I will decide who this medal will go to by fighting with you, but this time I passed the assessment, I think it was too lucky, and I was lucky that even I began to doubt myself, whether I really have the ability to be a professional pastry chef, this answer is obvious, no." ”

Jean shook his head and said, "Don't say that, Sikong Yao, you are the most thoughtful pastry chef I have ever met." ”

Sikong Yao smiled and said, "Yes, but the source of inspiration will always dry up one day, right?" Or maybe there will be a time of stagnation, right? I don't know when it's coming, but I do feel it, and if one day I can't barely get through it with my thoughts, then what is left? By luck, I ran all the way to the front, and it seemed that I had run a long way, but when I looked back, I realized that I was walking a tightrope at all, with an unstable foundation, moving forward blindly, and one day, a light breeze would break such a delicate balance and let me fall into the abyss, and by that time, it would be too late. ”

Jean was silent, and Sikong Yao continued: "Don't worry, I know myself very well, no one knows myself better than myself, I know what level I am, as a pastry chef who is not in the stream, I am still far behind, on the road in the future, I will never live this kind of life like gambling by luck, what I want is down-to-earth, fearless strength, self-confidence that can allow me to face all difficulties calmly and calmly, and this self-confidence comes from my strong heart." ”

Sikong Yao looked at the medal in Eric's hand, which was refracting a dazzling light under the moonlight, Sikong Yao smiled self-deprecatingly: "I'm not a strong person, when facing setbacks and unpleasant things, I will mess with myself, and when I get victories and achievements, I will get carried away, now I really don't have the ability to control this medal, if I hold this medal, I will really be farther away from someone......"

Jean and Eric were silent, and after a long time, Jean finally sighed slowly, and said with some loss: "Okay......"

Jean snatched the professional pastry chef's medal of honor from Eric's hand, the pure gold medal that symbolized entering the door of the first-class level looked so dazzling in Sikong Yao's eyes, dazzling like the fangs of a poisonous snake, coated with ghostly suffocating venom.

Sikong Yao closed his eyes slightly, this is fine, get rid of all distractions, but it is just a title, how important is it? There is a medal in vain, don't want it, Sikong Yao smiled indifferently.

"By the way, take it, you are more worthy of this medal than me, you are the real first-class pastry chef, Jean, on the road ahead, come on!" Sikong Yao said with relief.

Jean held the Medal of Honor, the glory that he had been chasing for twenty years, lying quietly and peacefully in his hand at this moment, thinking that the sweat and effort he had put in had finally paid off, how dazzling, how beautiful, and so great that anyone could be so happy.

However, Jean couldn't be happy, is this something he has been chasing for more than ten years? Why can't I feel the joy it brings to me at all, it is obviously a hard-won glory, and it is natural that I should cherish love more, but why, I can't be happy at all......

Jean looked at this Medal of Honor, I don't know why, but his mood was extremely low, is this the victory he wants? Is this a victory that chefs recognize? No, such an answer is obvious, of course it is impossible.

Jean tilted his head and took a deep breath, and suddenly strode forward to approach the owner of Eric, at this moment, Sikong Yao unexpectedly found that Jean's body erupted with a different qi, which was different from the past, but it made people feel a little familiar.

Eric was shocked by the momentum that erupted from Jean's body, he originally thought that this matter would pass like this, but it seemed that Jean's appearance was not over yet.

Eric said bitterly, "I know I'm going too far, but I didn't say you both could get the Medal of Honor at first, did you...... This thing was ...... from the beginning."

Eric was still quibbling bitterly, and Jean was already approaching his side, Jean's sharp eyes, as sharp as a knife, that extraordinary breath, so that Eric couldn't say a word, and a chill suddenly appeared from behind.

"Lord Eric." Jean spoke slowly, his voice like a knife.

Eric, who was on his back, immediately responded: "Well......"

Eric was really worried about what kind of angry thing Jean would do, and at this moment, Eric suddenly felt a sinking in his hand, and Jean actually put the medal back in the black box in Eric's hand.

When the medal returned to its original box, Sikong Yao suddenly understood at this moment that the breath that erupted from Jean was so familiar.

It turns out that in Bai Xia, in Wu You, and in the body of many top chefs she has met, it belongs to the qi of a truly strong person, radiated by that dedication and belief in cooking, self-confidence!

That's right, that's it, what Sikong Yao wants, the real only thing is this kind of self-confidence, this kind of qi exuded because of loyalty to cooking, which pushes a chef to the real cooking world.

Sikong Yao understood that what she was missing was such qi, and at the same time, she also understood that Jean had become more powerful than he had been a moment ago.

Jean turned his head to look at Sikong Yao, showed a smile, and said: "I won't take this medal either, on the road in the future, when you think you are strong enough, we will have a showdown, at that time, decide who will take this medal, how about it?" (To be continued......)