The dragon king Li Huang deliberately gave a wrong evaluation because of his fighting spirit with Yuan Shoucheng, but he ran into a mallet named Wei Zheng, and was given a copy of the imperial history of the food superintendent, depriving the dragon king of the title of "head".

Looking at this news, Feng Xue could only be glad that the bag of "one bag of salt" before it was refreshed would disappear, otherwise he might have been buried alive by the suddenly surging salt mountain.

"Such a Wei Zheng slaying dragon?"

After holding it for a long time, he finally spit out a sentence of emotion, Feng Xue boarded the forum with a headache, and then found that the replay of the Longmen Pastry Contest was limited by him!

"Ding-dong-"

"Who?" Feng Xue, who was speechless, heard the doorbell ringing, and said angrily, and a peaceful voice immediately came from outside the door:

"Hello, we are from the World Gourmet Review Committee, is this the home of Chef Sun Wukong?"

"Wait a minute."

Feng Xue took a deep breath and adjusted her mood, and then she opened the door, and saw a young man dressed like a black super special policeman, holding a suitcase in his hand, after opening the door, he took out his mobile phone and compared it, and then said:

"Hello, Chef Sun Wukong, I am on behalf of the Food Evaluation Committee to send you a certificate, please sign for it."

"Okay." Feng Xue couldn't see any emotion on the other party's face, and Mingjing's heart didn't hear any thoughts aimed at herself, so she took the suitcase and opened it, and found that there were unexpectedly few things inside, only a certificate and a few documents that were bound separately.

"Depending on the level of the competition, you have obtained the title of Master Pastry Chef, and in addition, these documents are donation agreements for the major museums and gastronomic selections, which are included in the registration instructions for the Dragon Gate Pastry Competition. Finally, there is the admission notice of Tiangong Food University, if you want, you can use this document to find a teaching assistant in the pastry department of Tiangong Food University at any time. ”

The staff quickly explained, Feng Xue nodded, and then said:

"Anything else?"

"Nope." The man shook his head, but after hesitation, he said:

"Chef Sun Wukong, you are still young, don't take this matter to heart, you are just unlucky, precipitate well for two years, and when the limelight passes, it is not difficult to get the title of professor, and participate in a few more competitions, and the next Pan Tao Club will definitely have your name."

"Ah, this ......" Feng Xue grinned, and finally thanked him, sent this person away, looked at the small book, and raised his brows slightly-

"This, is Bi Ma Wen? Then do I have to go to Tiangong City to eat halberds or something, tell them that Lao Tzu is gone, and then open a fly restaurant? ”

Feng Xue grinned, threw this ridiculous idea out of his mind, and then logged on to the local forum of Longgong City, and sure enough, he saw a large number of complaining posts.

What was miserably pitted by Li Huang, what Li Huang was framed by design, what Ao Laiguo's pastry chef this year was hired at a large price, I was afraid that Sun Wukong would grab the position, and it was not good to act clearly on others, so he cheated his mentor and so on......

Looking at various conspiracy theories or the analysis of the rational guest, Feng Xue couldn't help pinching the bridge of her nose.

This mentor does not refer to the teacher of karma, but is similar to the status of the examiner of the ancient imperial examination for the candidates.

That is, it is equivalent to a feeling of "knowing the grace of encounter".

As a newcomer to Li Huang's excavation (although it is a Longmen pastry competition, this is just like the difference between a protégé of the Son of Heaven and an examiner), Feng Xue naturally brought traces of Li Huang's faction, so after Li Huang inexplicably overturned, he was naturally implicated.

That's right, inexplicable.

Not to mention where this Yuan Shoucheng came from, and what qualifications he has to fight with a top food critic who already has the title of Dragon King, it is very nonsense to be deprived of his title just by failing once.

Although there is also the problem of Li Huang's dereliction of duty, it is like a problem of life style, who has not encountered a few face critics? Say a few good words, sell face and the like, it's not that it hasn't happened, why did Li Huang overturn?

Do you really think it's the handwriting of that mallet named Wei Zheng?

"Really, this shady thing exists everywhere......" Feng Xue felt the [knowledge] that had decreased due to the current restriction, but there was no depression at all.

In other words, if he did things completely according to the rules, he, a good person, would not be able to do the trick of stealing the peach and stealing the pill, but since the shady scene appeared first, then don't blame him for doing things according to the script.

However, it's just a simple stealing of peaches and thieves, it's too uncompelling, even if Sun Wukong's strange talk is hatched, it can't get rid of the label of a [thief], although Sun Wukong does have the impression of "thief stealing", but there is still a difference.

Everyone laughs at Kong Yiji, but stealing is really different from stealing.

Stealing the country and stealing the country doesn't sound like a forced qualification.

So......

"Let me, the Monkey King, steal this peach event in a dignified manner!"

Feng Xue made up her mind in her heart, but she sank down.

If you want to be crushed with grandeur, you must be well prepared.

He looked up the records of the Pan Tao Club on the Internet and made a decision......

……

"This is Tiangong City?" Feng Xue jumped off the somersault cloud, looked at the capital, which was obviously more modern and urban than Longgong City, took out her mobile phone, and walked towards her destination.

"Sir, do you have an appointment?"

Seeing Feng Xue's fresh face, the waiter sitting at the front desk immediately showed a business smile, Feng Xue took two steps forward, took out his ID and said:

"I'm here for an interview, here's my ID, I had an appointment before."

"Okay, please wait."

The young lady at the front desk took the documents and looked at them twice, and immediately dialed the internal phone, and soon, she said with a more sincere smile:

"I've been waiting for a long time, the general manager is waiting for you in the office."

Feng Xue thanked him with a smile and took the elevator all the way up, and soon, he came to the so-called general manager's office, where a man in a neatly dressed suit was waiting for him.

Seeing Feng Xue coming, the man immediately got up, took two steps forward, stretched out his hands and shook Feng Xue's hands, and then said:

"Sir, we've read your resume, but I'd love to know what makes you so ...... Well, IMHO, I'm still a little self-aware about my own company. ”

"Because you have an interview quota for this year's Pan Tao Club." Feng Xue didn't talk nonsense, and said it straight to the point, and when the man heard this, his originally bright smile suddenly tightened, and he said seriously:

"With all due respect, even if you have a good resume, you are still a newcomer after all, and it is a little too arrogant to ask for such an important position when you open your mouth."

Regarding the other party's words, Feng Xue didn't talk nonsense, opened the briefcase she was carrying, and poured the contents on the table.

"Sir, you are insulting the dignity of our newspaper as journalists."

The interviewer originally wanted to say this, but Feng Xue gave too much.

Thereupon......

"You're welcome to join us."

(End of chapter)