"Several, please!"

The staff smiled and raised their right hand, everyone stepped forward, and Luo Tianyue deliberately fell behind.

Raising his palm to support Jiang Tian's shoulder, Luo Tianyue shook her hair with a smile and put her head to her ear.

"I believe...... You're sure to get good grades! ”

After saying that, Luo Tianyue chuckled and strode forward.

Jiang Tian shrugged his shoulders and walked into the studio.

When everyone walked to the elevator together, Song Wanying, the editor-in-chief of "Beitai Kitchen", asked Luo Tianyue curiously.

"Are Miss Luo and Miss Jiang very familiar?"

"That's right!" Luo Tianyue smiled kindly, "She presided over my grandfather's birthday banquet before, and I am very optimistic about Miss Jiang!" ”

"So do we!"

"Yes, Miss Jiang is very popular now, I think with her strength, it is even possible to hit the championship!"

……

Several people expressed their appreciation for Jiang Tian.

Luo Tianyue hooked the corners of her lips and smiled extremely coldly.

With her, Jiang Tian would not have won the championship.

……

……

It was half past seven that night.

The "King of Food" National Cooking Competition, the semi-finals will start in half an hour.

The auditorium was already full, and the VIPs who were invited to participate in the festival also rushed to the scene one after another.

Among them, Song Shijie's father and daughter are also included.

As the vice president of the Culinary Association, Song Shijie is one of the contestants and VIPs.

Knowing that Jiang Tian was going to participate in the competition tonight, he also deliberately brought his daughter over to see how much strength she had.

Of course, Jiang Zhishu, who is the main person in charge of the website, also rushed to the venue early, and only came to the front desk after going backstage to cheer Jiang Tian up.

Seeing Song Shijie sitting on the chair, the man snorted coldly, strode in front of the Song father and daughter, and sat down in his seat.

Empty seats are gradually filling.

The seat in the middle was always empty.

Under the lights, the name plate of the seat is clearly written - the feast of the president of the Culinary Association.

Song Yufei looked sideways at the seat next to her and sighed a little disappointed.

Looking at it like this, the feast will definitely not come tonight, and her beauty makeup is white.

Just thinking about it, Song Shijie had already touched her arm.

"Yufei, hurry up!"

Song Yufei turned her face and saw at a glance that a staff member was coming in with a feast and Su Dongyang.

Seeing this, Song Yufei stood up excitedly and walked quickly to the feast.

Without waiting for her to speak, Su Dongyang had already taken the initiative to greet her.

"Miss Song, do you mind, change your seat?"

Su Dongyang is the assistant of the feast, and Song Yufei knows it.

Seeing the other party asking herself like this, she couldn't help but feel a little confused.

Don't......

Feast wants to sit with her?

Song Yufei's face flushed with excitement.

"Don't mind, don't mind at all!"

"Thank you so much!" Su Dongyang raised his hand and pointed to the corner, "My seat is over there!" ”

Belch......

Song Yufei's expression suddenly froze.

But the water that spilled out of the words was spilled out of the words, and now she had no choice but to regret it, so she tried to keep a smile, walked over, and sat down in the corner of Su Dongyang's position.

Seeing her walk away, the feast ended with a courtesy with an acquaintance, and came over and sat down in her place.

Su Dongyang's request to change seats, of course, was also arranged by him.

This kind of woman, the farther away from him, the better.

Song Shijie sat in the back row, feeling helpless for a while.

In order to allow his daughter to sit next to the feast, he deliberately sacrificed himself and gave up his position to his daughter.