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Since I had already accepted the challenge and handed in my reply, I would have to take this culinary competition seriously. It would be a small matter to lose face in front of Wu Hui. Losing someone in front of Zhao Qingyu would be a big matter. 0
However, I realized that my cooking was limited to cooking noodles and porridge. I didn't know anything about other dishes. Initially, I thought cooking was a very simple task. After all, although I didn't know how to cook, I had seen quite a few of them. But when I really started cooking myself, I realized how wrong my thoughts were.
What kind of ingredients to choose, what kind of ingredients to add, and how many spices to add were all extraordinary challenges. Originally, I thought that I could easily learn it after seeing it once, but after trying it a few times, I realized that cooking wasn't as simple as I thought.
As for my failure and frustration, Zhao Qingyu looked at everything from the side and found it very funny. I looked at his smiling face, not even the handsome and handsome before. I only had a bellyful of anger. If this person hadn't provoked me, how could I have accepted this match? If I didn't pay attention to this Wu Hui, not only would I not have to study and cook so hard now, but I would also pretend to be the head of the family. It would n' t be the best of both worlds. It was all this Zhao Qingyu!
I looked at Zhao Qingyu resentfully and wondered who could teach me how to cook. Even though there was a good chef in front of me: Zhao Qingyu although he was the president, he was very interested in cooking. His cooking skills were quite good. However, at such a critical moment, how could I go ask for help like Zhao Qingyu? I would rather lose face in the culinary competition than go to Zhao Qingyu for help!
"Zhao Qingyu, I think my culinary skills are already pretty good, but I'm still a little worried that I ca n' t compare to Wu Hui in the culinary competition. Do you think I should go to a cook training class and strengthen my training?" I thought of a way.
Zhao Qingyu clearly saw through me. His smile became even more obvious.
"Yes, yes, yes, but the things taught in the cook training class aren't anything new. It's probably something that everyone knows. It won't help you much. "Besides, since Wu Hui've organized such a competition, you' ve naturally made preparations. If you go to a training class and learn something normal, how can you compare to her?"
Hearing Zhao Qingyu's words, I also felt that it made sense. However, if I did n' t find someone else to help me, I would really make a fool of myself. Just as I was feeling anxious, Zhao Qingyu continued," Why don't you beg me? I' ll teach you to make sure you win Wu Hui."
When I turned my head, I saw Zhao Qingyu smiling face. Compared to my expression, Zhao Qingyu expression was as bright as a rainbow in the sky. I was so angry that my heart was itching, but I couldn't do anything to him.
After thinking about it, I finally thought of someone who was my best friend, Chu Yue. Although Chu Yue hadn't been in contact with me for a long time, the friendship we had with each other for so many years was still there. I believe that no matter how long it took, we could trust each other without reservation.
Chu Yue had settled down in a foreign country earlier and had heard that she had returned to the country recently. She was planning to meet her sometime and get in touch with her. It was a good time to ask her to help me with this matter.
Although Chu Yue said that she was not a full-time cook, she was also quite obsessed with cooking. Not only did she know how to cook a lot of dishes, she also liked to innovate. She was even more confident in her cooking. Every time she created a new dish, it would definitely be full of color, fragrance and taste. When I was with her, I had tasted the delicious food in her hands.
After I made up my mind, it was as if I had found a savior. I didn't care if Zhao Qingyu was staring at me with a confused look on her face. I just excitedly went to find my phone and called Chu Yue. Chu Yue answered the phone very quickly. Her heart was very warm. We had an appointment and she could come over to teach me this afternoon. I was very excited about this, and at the same time, I was grateful to Chu Yue.
"Zhao Qingyu you see, without your help, I can also defeat this Wu Hui. "My Chu Yue is a famous food god. You are far from her."
"Oh?" "Since she's so powerful and a god of food, how come I' ve never heard of her name before?" Zhao Qingyu knew that I was bragging in front of him, so I deliberately angered me.
"It doesn't mean you do n' t. It's just that you' re too ignorant." In response to Zhao Qingyu's retort, I naturally could not show weakness. If I were to show weakness at this moment, wouldn't that make me look weak? Although I felt that what Zhao Qingyu said was very reasonable and my rebuttal was very weak, I still couldn't be weaker. At least, my aura had to be there.
Time passed quickly, but even so, every minute and second I waited was still very anxious. As time passed by from my hands, I felt like I was wasting the opportunity to improve my culinary skills. Although it wasn't a big deal, I could n' t help but feel anxious. This feeling of anxiety made me fidgety. I didn't even have lunch. I had been waiting anxiously for Chu Yue to arrive.
It wasn't until 2 pm that Chu Yue finally appeared at my door. I couldn't help but feel moved when I saw the sweat on her forehead. In order to help me as soon as possible, Chu Yue must have rushed to my house as fast as I could.
The moment they entered, Chu Yue and I hugged each other tightly. Then Chu Yue said to me," You want to learn art?" "Come, let's go first."
Chu Yue This ancient and strange personality was exactly the same as before. He did not suffer any losses at all. Helpless, I could only cupped my hands and said," Hello, Master Chu."
"How can I become a master without alcohol?"
Hearing Chu Yue's words, I smiled helplessly. It seemed that her drinking personality had not changed at all, even though she had been abroad for so many years.
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