Zhao Jing didn't wait for anyone to say hello, he still sat in the old position, and this time he didn't drink the wine, so he made a special trip to eat pumpkin pie, and told the guy to bring up the two new flavors for him to taste.

Looking at the pumpkin pie that was still steaming, Zhao Jing sandwiched a piece - well, it's strange to miss it. The fried pumpkin pie is crispy and fragrant on the outside, the steamed crust is soft and glutinous, each with its own merits, the filling melts in the mouth, the lotus paste is sweet, and the chestnuts are heavy.

"Well, yes, yes, I'm good at it." It seems that this girl is cooked, and she knows how to fry this stuffing deliciously, and the heat is getting better and better.

"Call her to me to see if I can let her go to the house to be a cook."

"Huh? Master, I'm afraid this is not appropriate, and the old lady will not agree to you taking the girl to the back kitchen......"

Mo Shu was dumbfounded, a piece of pumpkin pie will bring people back? Why did his master make the mistake of doing what he wanted again?

"I can't let her be a personal maid with her appearance, right?" Zhao Jing sneered slightly, "Isn't it good to be the cook of this son?" ”

Mo Shu went down with a bitter face, and told the shopkeeper Chen that their master wanted to see the girl last time.

As soon as Jiang Yu heard that someone was looking for her, she suddenly thought of Zhao Jing, her back molars were a little sour, and she even wanted to carry a kitchen knife up. If it was him, what did he want?

She went up to the second floor and saw the ink book at a glance, and sure enough, it was him! Jiang Yu walked over and stood still with an expressionless face, "Is there anything wrong with the guest officer looking for me?" ”

Mo Shuxin said in his heart, how this girl is murderous, as if she is going to cut their master in the next second. Zhao Jing didn't realize it, and smiled at Jiang Yu, how do you look at it, how do you owe it, "I came this time to ask the girl, would you like to go home with me to be a cook?" The kind that specializes in making snacks. ”

Jiang Yu was stunned for a second, and looked at Zhao Jing with a foolish look, "...... To be a cook for you? Don't go! ”

"Don't be so quick to refuse. Now you have fallen into the eyes of my son because of my snacks, and my son kindly let you go to work in the house, and the monthly money is several times that of here, are you still unwilling? ”

The meaning of the words is "This son looks up to you as a cook and looks up to you."

Did he think she would only make snacks? This kind of gentleman is too unpopular! Jiang Yu was angry, and Mo recited "Don't be angry" a few times, and then he didn't smile and said, "Thank you for the kindness of the guest officer." I'm very good here, the shopkeeper treats me with great kindness, how can I go to the Hakka Mansion halfway. ”

"Hey, little girl, do you still want to be a cook? I'm afraid you won't even be able to squeeze into the preliminary selection of the cooking competition. ”

Zhao Jing shook his head, looking "Why are you so unsmart and don't know how to lift".

Although Jiang Yu didn't know exactly what he was referring to, he still snorted coldly, "I'm not a cook, and I'm not a guest officer, you have the final say." If I win the first place in that cooking competition, you may not be able to eat my food if you want to! ”

"Tsk, the ambition is higher than the sky." Not to mention that the cook is extremely rare, this girl is afraid that the spoon has not been palmed before she speaks wildly. Zhao Jing suddenly lost interest in Jiang Yu, and his eyes gestured to Moshu, who hurriedly handed Jiang Yu a purse - this was her reward.

…… Take people's soft hands. Jiang Yu couldn't lose his temper, and bowed respectfully and went downstairs.

A cooking competition? Maybe she should find out, after all, the Jiang family ...... Alas.

In Jiang Yu's memory, it seems that Mrs. Jiang mentioned it. After thinking about it, she simply asked Shopkeeper Chen.

When it is delicious today, it will be eaten, so in this world, the chef is a profession second only to the master, and it has always been noticed and sought after. Today's eight families, including the Jiang family, have all had imperial kitchens or hereditary imperial chefs.

But there are very few female chefs, and the head of the Wang family, the worldly friend of the Jiang family, is a female chef, and she has also received a lot of criticism before she can take the position. Speaking of this, Shopkeeper Chen glanced at Jiang Yu, and saw that Jiang Yu didn't react before continuing.

In addition to the traditional apprenticeship referral system, the Cooking Competition gives another chance, and the winner has the opportunity to go directly to the Imperial Dining Room.

Once every three years, regardless of the gender of the contestants or the cuisine, as long as they do well, they can climb up step by step. But the examiners are all famous gourmets, and their tongues can be said to have tasted all the delicious food of the world.

The taste should be right, the recipe can be original, and if it is innovative, it will be even better. The audition will only ask to bring a dish made by yourself, so there are many people who fish in troubled waters. However, at the beginning of the preliminary round, the gap will be revealed. When it comes to the finals, it is not an exaggeration to say that each has its own magical powers.

The implication is also to knock Jiang Yu, if she wants to participate, she may almost be hot.

Jiang Yu also knew that it was still early for her.

"Why is there less celery today? That's just enough to cook a few dishes. ”

Jiang Yu was frying the chestnut stuffing, and heard the guy who took the vegetables muttering. She glanced up at the shelves where the ingredients were kept, and when she came in the morning, there was still a lot of celery left, but now there were a lot less. Some people turned their eyes back to Jiang Yu, seeing that she was calm and calm, and it was difficult to say anything.

It seems that the last incident was not cleaned up, and I am afraid that the spearhead will be pointed at her. Jiang Yu retracted his gaze, and there was already a little measurement in his heart.