The relevant personnel of this competition are all arranged in this five-star hotel, and Ye Hao's room is in the judges' area of the high-rise.

Xu Long brought the person to the door of the room and said with a smile: "Xiao Ye, this is your room, the judges all live on this floor, my room is at the end of the corridor, you can call me directly if you have something." ”

Xu Long is a middle-aged man in his early forties, of medium height, with a fat and round figure that is the impression of the public of cooks, with a large round plate and smiling eyes on his face, very approachable.

If you don't say that he is a national chef, no one can see it, because it looks ordinary on the surface.

But Ye Hao knows that the masters who really have everyone's demeanor are often hidden in the city, and they are trying their best to be ordinary people, because being ordinary people can make life easier.

But these people have two qualities that can't be hidden, one is that they are not visible and do not leak, and they reveal wisdom in humility and peace; The second is to never care, have a large belly, can afford to take it, and can put it down.

It's just these two qualities that are difficult for ordinary people to achieve.

"Okay, Brother Xu, it's really troublesome for you to come to pick up the plane in the middle of the night." Ye Hao nodded apologetically.

"Yes, you can come here today, I'm too late to be happy!"

Xu Long let go of the hand carrying the suitcase, and his chubby face never went down since he saw Ye Hao's smile, "Then I'll go back to the room, you have a good rest." ”

"Okay, Brother Xu, you go slowly." Ye Hao brushed open the room and went in with her suitcase.

She took a shower first, wrapped herself in a white bathrobe, coiled up her long wet hair in a shower cap, and poured a glass of water on the table.

Then leaned on the soft sleeper, clicked on the tablet and carefully looked at the process and personnel of the competition, as well as the game missed today.

The National Cooking Competition is sponsored by the China Cuisine Association, held every two years, and has been held for the 25th time.

Through the competition, the reserve of technical talents plays a major role in improving the taste of culinary culture and the scientific and technological content of cooking technology.

So as to promote the further development of China's catering industry and tourism industry.

This competition is also the most authoritative and influential national major event in the national catering industry, and the top three are also seeded for the Culinary World Competition.

There are four major categories: cold spelling and carving, hot dishes and pastries, which are divided into five stages: preliminary round, preliminary round, semi-final, final round and finals.

Today's preliminary round has ended, and what Ye Hao is watching now is the replay.

Suddenly, the phone rang in the guest room.

"Room service, dinner has been served to the guest, please open the door to pick it up."

At the same time, there was a rhythmic knock on the door.

Ye Hao frowned slightly: "I didn't order a meal, did I make a mistake with the room number?" ”

"It's room number 6520, yes, it's a male who ordered a meal for a guest."

The hotel staff on the phone patiently explained that the rhythmic knocking outside the door had stopped.

Ye Hao thought it was Xu Long who ordered the meal for herself, "Okay, I know, thank you for the reminder." ”

After hanging up the phone, Ye Hao went to open the door of the room.

Sure enough, there was a female waiter pushing a dining cart standing outside the door, and she smiled kindly, "I'm disturbing the guests, is it convenient to go in now?" ”

Ye Hao nodded, sideways out of the way, and the service staff pushed the dining cart in.

"Is it okay to have food here?" The service staff asked politely.

"Yes."

Ye Hao watched her put the trays one by one, and then smiled at her: "Please use it slowly." ”

Pushing the dining cart out of the room, Ye Zhenben stood at the door of the room and did not move, and she was about to close the door after the service staff withdrew.

When I looked up, I saw a man coming to the door of the next room.

He wore an extravagant three-piece suit with tie clips and cufflinks from one of SDT's most extravagant collections, with obsidian trim wrapped in the finest red diamonds that glowed with a palpitating glow.

On her side, a delicate red rose was dotted in her breast pocket.

A lingering cologne scent slowly wafted over as he raised his hand to swipe the card, refreshing his heart.

As if sensing her gaze, he turned his head to look at the door as he entered.

It was a breathtakingly handsome face, a pair of thin bony gold wire glasses framed on the bridge of a high nose, and within the lenses were a pair of gentle eyes that could drown.

His thin lips were slightly hooked, as if he was habitually smiling.

Tall and slender figure, elegant and cold temperament, this man is ascetic, elegant, but extremely sexy.

After making eye contact with her, the man smiled at the corner of his lips in a friendly manner.

With a click, his face disappeared behind the closed door.

Ye Hao couldn't come back to her senses for a long time, and after the initial amazement in her eyes, only shock remained.

This man's face is too familiar, if the miniature version is childish, isn't it Ye Baini's facial features?!

Ye Hao had an urge to pat his door, and she wanted to find out if this man had anything to do with the original body.

But she knows that she can't be impulsive, and she has always had strong self-control.

Just now, the man turned his head to look at her with amazement and appreciation, and strangeness, he didn't know her.

Don't you really know each other?

Ye Hao's eyes were fixed on the table where the meal was placed, where there was a delicate red rose.

The stems were plucked out of the spikes and snuggled weakly in the glass vase.

Just like the man in her pocket just now, he also snuggled weakly against a delicate red rose that had been plucked out of the spikes.

She coincidentally met a man who looked similar to her child, and this man coincidentally lived in the room next to her.

Coincidentally, he also appeared when the delivery staff came in and out, and coincidentally brought a red rose with plucked spikes, and he also had one in his pocket.

There are so many coincidences in the world!

Coincidental?

It's better to say premeditated.

Ye Hao walked to the table and lowered her eyes to look at the food that had been served, there were only three things, boneless fish, chicken porridge, cherry dessert, plus a bottle of Romanian Crown Red Wine, and a delicate red rose with dew.

Boneless fish, chicken porridge, and cherry desserts are the most frequent foods in her live broadcast room, and Crown Red Wine is very suitable for candlelight dinners for lovers to date.

The man was implicitly and explicitly hinting at her.

Very good.

Ye Hao smiled, but this smile was so cold.

She was already ninety percent sure that this man was the culprit who caused her original depression and died.

Since he could find out his own information and be so precise about her location, Ye Hao guessed that he was at least a powerful person, and this power could even cover the sky.

took the initiative to send it to the door to pretend that he didn't know, but he made hints at the meal.

How? Want to test her stability?

Ye Hao didn't touch the food that was delivered.

She raised her hand and untied her hat, her long half-dried hair fell down, and her white skin was set off by the black hair, like a red rose in that bottle.

It's just that the cold curvature of the corners of the lips shows that this is a spiky red rose.

The noise of the hair dryer drowned out the playful humming.

When the man entered the room, his back was pressed against the door.

He seemed to be suffocating for a long time, and at this moment he gasped rapidly, raised his hand and tore off the tie that bound him, threw it on the ground, stepped on it, and collapsed on the big bed.

It was supposed to be sent at 0 o'clock.,As a result, 87 chapters were blocked.,I really didn't write anything!! The author fell into the fear of being dominated by the text (T^T)

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