The lights are bright, and it is a grand drinking party.

The scene was full of giants in the culinary industry of Huaguo Qingtian and the actual rulers of the Haoqiang family, pushing the cups and placing them in the lamps, which further set off the hot atmosphere of the scene.

But at this time, everyone present was somewhat absent-minded, either deliberately or directly, and the direction of their eyes was the main door of the banquet hall, which was still tightly closed, as if waiting for someone to arrive.

"Master" & "Cook", although they both do the same thing, but their social classes are different.

Those who come to the scene today can undoubtedly be called "masters".

They can not only talk and laugh with the powerful people of various families, but also receive the respect of the world.

The nature of class is natural, but it is by no means insurmountable, and once it is crossed, it is like a fish jumping over the dragon gate and embarking on a brilliant life - obviously, they are all this kind of people.

The protagonist of today's cocktail party is Feng Shiyan, who is only 32 years old.

And this intentional drinking party is to celebrate his achievement as a "half-step chef".

And the host or organizer of this cocktail party was the grim chef of Huaguo at that time.

This kind of cocktail party is a long-standing tradition in the Chinese chef world.

In addition to celebrating, there is usually only one meaning – "inheritance".

Because the final trial of the kitchen god, in fact, in the eyes of more people, to put it bluntly, is just a formality.

Although in terms of process, the new and old chefs still need to go head-to-head to determine the winner.

But most of the time, it's more of a polite one.

It is more like a foreshadowing: the new king ascends the throne, the old king abdicates, and the inheritance continues.

If you really have to study it carefully, it is a bit like the Zen concession system in ancient times, where the virtuous live and the capable live there......

This is also the main reason why it is almost certain to be able to achieve a "half-step kitchen god" and then become a real "kitchen god".

"Boom ......"

The closed main door of the banquet hall slowly opened, and the hall, which was still a little noisy, fell silent for an instant.

The eyes of everyone present converged to the end of the red carpet, and no one knows what kind of legend his future will create.

But in the eyes of many people, at this moment, he is a legend.

Under the strong illumination of the spotlight, Feng Shiyan's eyes lost concentration for a few seconds, but he still stubbornly opened his eyes wide, trying to see everything for real—the various figures standing vaguely in the hall, and their expressions that were never clear.

For the 32-year-old Feng Shiyan, this is something he has never experienced, and his age seems to be a little out of place with today's occasion.

The screening of the qualifications of the guests at this reception is almost strict.

A single master chef is not qualified to enter the hall at all, and the master in the eyes of many people is only worthy of being a chef on such an occasion, and they will be proud of it and become their greatest honor and talk point in the future.

As far as the eye could see, there was no young man in sight, and even many of them were already dying, and even the hand holding the wine glass had begun to tremble slightly.

Feng Shiyan was a little disdainful, such a person may no longer be qualified to be called a chef in his eyes, let alone a master.

"Hoo ......"

Feng Shiyan breathed a long sigh of relief and walked forward slowly, the naked eyes around him made him a little suffocated, and he couldn't see the meaning of their expressions, shock, joke or pity......

Feng Shiyan would rather stay in the cramped kitchen and deal with all kinds of ingredients, which makes him feel more at ease.

At least for more than 20 years, he has been like this.

He wasn't used to standing here and being looked at by everyone, which made him a little unavoidable.

Putting the etiquette advice behind him for the time being, Feng Shiyan loosened the bow tie that was bound around his neck slightly, which made him feel a lot better.

Wearing high-end costumes specially prepared for this banquet is also a new experience for Feng Shiyan, who is used to wearing chef clothes.

Of course, the handmade texture, the incomparable fit, the price is also expensive, and it is full of the taste of money!

Fortunately, everything doesn't need him to use any brains at all, what he thought of, what he didn't expect, has long been arranged by others clearly, everything is built at the expense of money.

For a new king who is about to be crowned, no one will be stingy.

Standing at the end of the carpet and seeing the figure slowly walking towards him, it was as if he saw himself back then.

It's just that at that time, he was far less young than Feng Shiyan, but this did not prevent him from becoming a legend in the Chinese chef industry.

It's just that this person who came to him is really too young.

This made him feel a little trance in an instant, even a little magnificent, for such a scene, he had imagined countless times, but he did not expect that he would finally hand over the throne to such a person.

The severity of being over 70 is no longer young, and it is no longer as difficult to resist the invasion of time as it was at the beginning.

Although he is self-disciplined enough, his waist is still straight, but his sideburns are inevitably stained with the wind and frost of time. But he has been in a high position for a long time, and his eyebrows and eyes are full of the dignity of the superior, which makes people dare not look at it directly.

"Master Feng, you're here."

Seeing this young and unseemly face coming as if he was walking by himself, he forced himself to concentrate, slowly stepped forward, and led Feng Shiyan to the front of the stage.

At this time, he didn't have the kind of domineering spirit that he had just looked forward to the audience, but his voice was full of energy, which still instantly made the focus of the audience converge on the two people, which made him feel like he was in control of the audience again.

And this feeling, as always, still makes him addicted.

"Today, we have ushered in the youngest half-step chef in history, and he will also be the leader of our future culinary industry in China."

All eyes converged, facing all the guests present, and said: "The day after tomorrow, I will have the final chef showdown with Master Feng, and we will also witness the birth of the new chef god of Huaguo, let us congratulate Hua Guo and Master Feng together!" ”

"Congratulations for Hua Guo, congratulations for Master Feng!"

The audience rang out with a uniform congratulatory voice.

From the initial vain feet, to now, in the face of everyone's congratulations, Feng Shiyan finally realized the real feeling of bitterness, and the hardships of more than 20 years have all turned into sweetness at this moment.

"Yes, I am the God of Cooking, the future God of Kitchen in Huaguo!"

The clenched fists showed that Feng Shiyan's heart was not uncalm at the moment, but the successive congratulations made him completely immersed in boundless joy for a while, in other words: he floated.

Some of them were meaningful, strange and strange, he deliberately ignored them, he didn't understand, he didn't want to understand, he just wanted to immerse himself in this moment.

"Master Feng, congratulations!"

"Master Feng, you are really young, I don't know when I am lucky enough to be able to eat the delicacies of the chef god, which can be regarded as a wish of the old man."

"Master Feng, it seems that the next World Chef God Contest will be led by you, I hope to promote the majesty of our country and let those barbarians know what real food is!"

"Master Feng......"

Words and laughter are all endless praise.

And became the focus of everyone's pursuit, in Feng Shiyan's life, it was also the first time, the glass came to the wine dry, and the comer did not refuse, and soon, Feng Shiyan, who was completely relaxed, was already drunk in front of the wine table.

The self-discipline cultivated in more than 20 years as a chef was all put aside at this moment, and at this moment, he just wanted to enjoy the joy of success.

……

"Everyone, everyone...... Master Feng is already drunk, so let's end today's celebration banquet first. ”

Seeing that Feng Shiyan was already drunk, he began to come out to clean up the scene. Accustomed to this kind of staggered scene, he deeply knows how to protect himself.

What's more, today's protagonist is that man.

Looking at Feng Shiyan, who was slumped aside, the corners of Yan Yu's mouth raised slightly: "Now I will arrange for my driver to send Master Feng to rest, and when Master Feng successfully reaches the top next time, I will gather everyone together to celebrate him, and then I must be drunk before resting......"

Seeing that the master's family had already spoken, everyone took their leave.

Fortunately, on today's occasion, the clear goals and demands of each other have been achieved, and it is worth the trip, which is also the greatest significance of this kind of cocktail party for those present.

Celebrating, instead, becomes secondary.

……

Suddenly, Feng Shiyan felt that he was being picked up by two people, staggered out of the lobby and the hotel, and was finally properly placed in the back seat of a car.

As if in a dream, there was the sound of rain hitting the window lattice, and this beautiful sound instantly made his heart light, and then he fell asleep deeply......

……

The sound of rain gradually rose, and the raindrops the size of beans fell on the face, which was a hard pain.

"Why is it raining?"

Feng Shiyan was still drunk and tried to stand up, but his legs were weak and he collapsed to the ground.

Suddenly, two bright lights lit up.

The renovated headlights brighten up the bleakness of the winding mountain trail. Feng Shiyan instinctively raised his hands to cover his eyes, trying to resist the impact of the bright light, and the tears that flowed out mixed with the raindrops falling on his face, couldn't stop flowing down.

Suddenly, he seemed to be in front of the spotlight again.

The three figures gradually walked from the shadows, and finally stood in front of Feng Shiyan. Under the strong light, only three humanoid silhouettes remained, faintly visible.

"What belongs to me, I don't allow it, and no one can take it away!"

The man in the middle muttered.

Although the sound of the rain was loud, this word clearly reached Feng Shiyan's ears, and the upright backbone in the outline of light and shadow seemed to be a little rickety under the washing of the rainstorm.

"Give Master Feng a ride!"

The two people next to the person who spoke stepped forward in unison, picked up Feng Shiyan and came to the edge of the cliff, and pushed him into the endless abyss as soon as he used his strength......

"Old Puff!"

The voice of the wine was a little hoarse, but these were the last three words Feng Shiyan left in the world......