"Just...it's that simple?!"

Others may have entered this industry for various reasons, but the one who was undoubtedly shocked the most was Tian Shujun, the old man who has been a chef all his life.

Jiang Ping's words seemed to have opened a brand new door to Tian Shujun.

Over the years, he has wanted to do something for the kitchen.

Logically speaking, he is already rich and has a lot of money, and he is just a family of children and grandchildren. He is just a matter of honesty.

But he just couldn't rest and often appeared in the kitchen to cook in person.

Others said that he likes to guide the younger generation and train newcomers, but he just smiled and didn't speak.

What he likes is the feeling of being in the kitchen, the feeling of staying in the same place as home all his life.

He would be disappointed, too.

Disappointed that those apprentices who learned his cooking skills had a bright future, they took off their chef's clothes, threw away the large spoon in their hands, put on the outer clothes, picked up the jade cigarette mouth in their mouths, and put a big ring on their hands, as if they had really become the upper class.

But they are actually cooks.

If you are a chef, don’t cook, do you still call him a chef?

But Tian Shujun knew that it was no wonder that they were. They followed their studies from early to late and late, laying the foundation for three years and three years, isn’t they just able to make a fortune?

Now Tian Shujun has realized it.

The choices of apprentices are understandable. What is important is that the inheritance of cooking skills cannot be left behind.

This cooking exchange association is very good.

"It's just that simple."

Jiang Ping saw the old man's touch, and also showed a deep affectionate look on his face, and ran into the railway while it was hot:

"I have a dream, I hope that there is no boundary for cooking, and that all the chefs in the world will be one family. One day, the cooking art exchange association will be the common home for all the chefs in the world."

"good!"

Tian Shujun applauded in a deep voice and said sonorously:

"Young Master Jiang, I never thought that although you are young, you have lofty ambitions and should not behave like a person.

I can promise you that no matter whether you can win this Chef King Competition, I am willing to join this cooking exchange association.”

“???”

Jiang Ping looked confused.

He could swear to God that this was not what he was looking for.

As confused as he was, there were many boss audiences below.

You are our representative, how could you betray the organization in advance before you figure it out? It's hard for us to do this.

However, Jiang Ping reacted quickly, stepped down from the stage in two steps, held Tian Shujun's hand, and looked like the organization would never let you down:

"Honor Tian welcomes to join, but it will take some time for this association to be established. I hope Mr. Tian can give more advice at that time."

"Of course, don't worry, everyone, what I said before is still true. Now I won't force everyone to join, but if I win the championship by chance, please don't forget what I promised me today."

Jiang Ping turned his head and said to the bosses.

Dear bosses: "????"

When will we promise you?

"Old Tong, take the contract."

Jiang Ping ordered in time.

I saw Zhangguin Tong, who had been waiting aside for a long time, took out a thick stack of contracts, and each of them sent two pieces, and thoughtfully arranged the red ink paste.

I know that some people are illiterate, and there is also a young scholar who is responsible for chanting contracts.

"I promise that if I lose to Shenxianju in this Chef King Competition, all the chefs under my command will voluntarily join the Cooking Art Exchange Association in the future and will not deliberately stop them.

The promiser wrote his name on the sixth day of the third month of the 16th year of Zhao Wuli."

When Zhangguin Tong saw that the boss had a great chat with Mr. Tian, ​​he took the initiative to come forward and introduced:

"Dear bosses, this contract is in duplicate. You just need to sign your name in the blank space and press the handprint. One is left for us and one is taken away by yourself.

At the same time, this contract can also be regarded as a certificate for participating in the Chef King Competition."

Although this contract seems to be completely problematic, the cooking art exchange association also looks harmless.

But the bosses just don't want to sign this.

Out of the shrewdness of the businessmen, they always feel that if they sign this word, the consequences will definitely be terrible in the future.

But it's like the theory of tearing down the roof and opening windows.

Now, Mr. Jiang doesn’t agree to such a simple request. What if he is angry and embarrassed, he really comes to deal with him.

Besides, isn’t there still a chef competition?

Looking at the young man Jiang’s appearance, can he be as good as his chef? If he wins, there will be a god’s residence to give him a gift.

And according to what Zhanggui Tong said, this contract is the ticket to participate.

For a moment, everyone was very confused about whether to sign or not.

"I believe in Mr. Tian's vision, I will sign this word!"

A boss with a little pockmark on his face stood up.

"On behalf of Xinghualou, I agreed."

After saying that, he signed his name and pressed his handprint heavily.

"Hey, Lao Zhang, don't you think about it?"

"Zhang Mazi, you're confused."

"The situation is unclear, we have to think more about it."

Someone next to him sighed.

"I'm just thinking about it. Mr. Jiang respects us and is willing to take us to play with him. He also takes Shenxianju as a bet. You don't even have this courage.

After signing this word, is it necessary to sign a piece of meat or to lose a piece of money? In short, signing this word early and late is necessary.

You still think you are playing Jiang Shao. I don’t believe that you have never investigated the background of Jiang Shao.”

Zhang Mazi whispered to persuade his friends, but the voice was not loud, but it happened to make everyone around him hear it clearly.

Thinking of the mysterious background investigated by his subordinates and the sister of the God Captain's Secretariat revealed by Jiang Ping, everyone's hearts were shocked.

Yes, do you have to tear your face?

Thinking of how hard I had saved up this family business, if I lost it because of offending a noble person, I would not forgive myself even if I went to hell.

"Old Zhang is right, I signed it too."

Someone said from the heart.

Forget it, sign it, it can be considered as giving Jiang Shao a face.

Everyone comforted themselves, picked up a pen and signed their name, and if they couldn't write, they would draw a picture and press a handprint.

Jiang Ping looked at this harmonious and beautiful scene and secretly blinked at Zhang Mazi.

Zhang Mazi quickly returned to make a pleasing smile.

This is really a thank you!

How could Jiang Ping feel at ease if he didn’t find a few supporters in this important occasion?

Not only Zhang Mazi, but also several bosses on the scene were actually bribed by him early on.

He Jiang Zhuge Ping never fights unsure of his work.

As for Mr. Tian, ​​that was an unexpected gain.

Zhang Mazi's wife is Zhou Yuanli's god sister, well, the kind is clean.

When Zhou Yuanli was a street gangster, it was this sister who often helped him with the leftovers from Zhang Mazi at that time, so she did not let the future leader of the Wolf Gang die early.

After Zhou Yuanli became rich, he naturally had to repay his sister, so Zhang Mazi's small restaurant became a big restaurant.

However, few people know about this relationship, and they only think that Zhang Mazi has lost her luck and suddenly becomes rich.

But who would have thought that they were actually connected together early behind the scenes.

If you play with your brain, your heart will be dark!

hey-hey.

Jiang Ping touched his chin and smiled mysteriously, making Old Tian next to him feel panicked.
Chapter completed!