Chapter 8:

(7)
"Mr. Zhao, I heard that you want to see me?"
"There is one thing to complain with you." Zhao Bocheng picked up the teapot and poured himself a tea, and also dumped a cup.
"Complaint?" He sat down opposite him "You please say."
"In addition to the opening day, the dishes I have come to eat these times don't seem to be what you do."
I was a little surprised that he could actually eat it. You can't wait for the kitchen to cook for your guests, just like other cooks. However, every dish on the menu was completely shut down by him. Before Guo Shu and Wang Shu did not do it, he also took the trouble to personally help them to correct the situation. Although the taste of this dish did not reach the level he personally did, it also had a degree of seven or eight.
"I have a lot of things. I can't always cook in the kitchen. What other chefs in our store do, Mr. Zhao is not satisfied with eating?"
"I am really dissatisfied. I have told you so many good things. You used other dishes made by other cooks to send me. How can I be satisfied?" Zhao Bocheng looked at him like a smile, and he was following him several times. If a friend comes together, even if he does not eat it, he does not say anything.
"Mr. Zhao wants to eat something today, I personally do it, it is for you to pay for it." This Zhao family is very overbearing, and he does not want to offend him for the time being.
I went to the kitchen to do the dishes of Zhao Bocheng.
After the dishes were served, Zhao Bocheng only tasted one bite and nodded with satisfaction. "It is this taste. You also sit down and eat together. I have something for you."
thing? Hey, sit down and see what he will give himself.
Zhao Bocheng took out a very beautiful invitation and handed it to him. "This is an invitation to you."
After picking up, I opened it and it was an invitation letter for the China Cup Cooking Competition. This is the highest cooking competition in China, and the fairness is extremely high. It is almost impossible to have a shady scene. The referees are all important people from all walks of life who have a strong insistence on food, and there are also public appraisal sessions. The whole game will be broadcast live nationwide.
He is planning to participate in this competition, because he knows that Zheng Junming will definitely participate. Zhang Lao is one of the fixed judges of this competition. He originally intended to ask Zhang Lao to help him write a recommendation letter. He did not expect Zhao Bocheng to give him directly. An invitation to the game was sent.
"How can such a small matter of invitations be troubled by Mr. Zhao personally?" I know that this game has always been sponsored by the Zhao Group, but the president of Zhao’s personally sent an invitation to think about how wrong it is. What?
"I am one of the main judges of this competition. I recommended you to participate in the youth group competition, and then I will help you take the invitation." Zhao Bocheng looked at his eyes as if to see his heart directly. Go "You have to please me well, this will be a good result for your game."
"Is this game not the most fair game in the country? How do I still need to please the referee in order to have a good result?" He looked at him, and he inexplicably felt that the eyes were familiar.
"The game is fair, but I don't have to. Anyway, I am not a good person, but..." Zhao Bo said with a smile and said, "I am more willing to favor you."
As far as I know, Zhao Bocheng should be a particularly cold and unsmiling person. For everyone who is a cold face, the first time he saw him in Zhang Lao, he did. But since he saw him today, he always smiles when he speaks. Is it that the information he has learned is wrong?
After that, Zhao Bo came to Lu Yuji to come more often. Most of the time he came alone. Every time he came alone, he must eat the dishes he made himself, and he also had to sit down and eat. .
The more times he saw him, the more he felt that he had a familiar feeling. This feeling made him confused. In truth, before he came to the world, he had never seen Zhao Bocheng, and Lu Jingqi himself did not even say anything to him. Where did this familiarity come from, even he himself began to wonder.
What I don't know is that it is not him who feels this way. Zhao Bocheng recalled that Lu Jingyu had been seen before, but his impression was very vague. In Zhang Lao, it was the first time he officially saw him. When he saw his first sight, he had a feeling of deja vu.
When they had breakfast together, Zhao Bocheng couldn't help but quietly looked at him and found that his looks were very consistent with his mind, the kind that would make him feel comfortable. Especially the eyes, he liked it very much, and he liked it very much. When he saw him again, he always had an urge to kiss his eyes.
Before Zhao Bocheng determined his own intentions, he did not do anything else except to ask him to cook and accompany himself every time he came to Lu Yiji. He just wanted to see him every day. The stronger it is.
The China Cup Cooking Competition is held every two years and is divided into youth group, middle-aged group and senior group. Each group sets a top prize and then sets a championship.
Zheng Junming has already won the first place in the youth group twice, which makes him circle a lot of brain powder, just this championship, every time by the chef of the old group. Ginger is still old and spicy. This sentence has some truth. People have done so many dishes for decades. This gap is not so easy to make up.
"Bogue, wait for me, I will go with you." Qian Xiang followed Zhao Bocheng to the car. He knew that Zhao Bocheng was going to the live broadcast of the cooking competition today as a judge, so he came to Zhao to wait for him to go with him. "Bogue, I will discuss things with you."
"No need to discuss." Zhao Bocheng said coldly.
"You at least listen to what I am going to say. Really, this thing is not difficult for you." Qian Xiang did not get the response from Zhao Bocheng. He continued to say "You see you." I helped Lu Jingyi to talk, and I got no face in front of Junming. I was a very good friend with him. You are my cousin. How can you help the guy who always confronts him? This time, Junming participated in the competition. Can you be more biased towards him?"
"Why should I be biased towards him? Do you have any relationship with him or not with me? Also, do you think that I am a judge alone? If he is incapable, he will not participate in the competition."
"You can't say that, Zhao has sponsored this game for so many years, and you are the heir to the Zhao Group. If you are biased towards the bright future, those stubborn old men will give you a face. We are a cousin, you Just give me such a face."
"Give you a face?" Zhao Bocheng turned his head and looked at him with a sharp gaze. "When you are screaming at my fame, it’s still a little outside? I warned you the last time, if you dare to use what I am doing in my name. I will interrupt your legs! If you don't believe, just try it."
Qian Xiang was overwhelmed by Zhao Bocheng’s imposing pressure, and even dared not to look at his face again. He grew up, even his parents were not afraid of it, afraid of his cousin, if he was really angry To teach him, it is definitely not soft. But who can make his cousin's reputation easy to use, he will give him a few faces no matter where he goes, not only because he is the young master of the money family, but also because he is the cousin of Zhao Bocheng.
Qian Xiang and Zheng Junming are very good friends, because the food made by Zheng Junming is very delicious, the length of the person is good, and the character is good. He thinks that they should be good friends by nature, and they are deeply confidant. . Lu Jingwei, the is always looking for Zheng Junming's troubles. He hasn't used him for a long time, and one day he will pack him up.
Qian Xiang also let Zheng Junming give Zhao Bocheng a dish, but when he took two mouthfuls, he put down the chopsticks and left without saying anything. He and Zheng Junming had no face. Qian Xiang can only comfort Zheng Junming, saying that his cousin is a golden tongue, and it is difficult to wait for it. It is not that his dishes are not good enough, but his cousin’s demand is higher than ordinary people.
What they didn't think of was that on the opening day of Lu Yiji, Zhao Bocheng not only went, but also gave Lu Jingyi a high evaluation, which made Zheng Junming feel more uncomfortable.
Qian Xiang gave Zheng Junming a success. This game will definitely make his cousin biased towards him. Although Zheng Junming said that he has confidence in his cooking skills and does not need any bias, he will never lose to Lu Jingwei. Qian Xiang feels that he still has to do something for him.
璟旸 is closing his eyes in the lounge. The competition is divided into semi-finals, finals and championships. It is divided into three days. As for the dishes, it is only known when the game begins.
The door of the lounge was suddenly pushed open, and it was Zhao Bocheng who looked at it in this place. In this place, no one dared to stop it.
He accompanied him to eat so many meals, and the two were considered acquaintances. He also found that Zhao Bocheng was not as difficult as he imagined. According to Zhao Bocheng as a person who indirectly killed Lu Jingyu, he should hate his talents, but he hates him. Instead, he has a feeling of getting closer and closer. However, for people like Zhao Bocheng, if you can become friends with him, it is best not to become an enemy with him.
"Is it nervous?" Zhao Bocheng sat down beside him.
"Not nervous, it is a little tired." I moved my neck, and there were too many things lately. He didn't take a good rest.
Zhao Bocheng raised his hand to help him pinch his neck. He stabbed a bit and did not stop or avoid it. He pressed it quite comfortably, and he simply enjoyed his eyes closed.
This is the first time that the two have such direct physical contact, and they have never liked the fact that others have met themselves. It seems that they do not hate such a touch.
This is the first time Zhao Bocheng has done this kind of service for others. Lu Jingyi's skin feels very good. Looking at his white neck, he actually has some feelings, and he is not satisfied with such simple touch.