When Wang Wu was young, he had a small office desk at the headquarters of the Food Review Agency.

The desk is in the corner of the public office area, leaning against the window to the left.

The sunlight always shines on the desk without any obstruction, making it easy for people to see the light screen.

Wang Wu had just worked for a while, and he was rough in his work and was not very versatile. In order to facilitate writing, he found a few black papers to paste the window halfway.

My colleagues were unhappy with this post. It was said that it was good-looking or not. What is it to block other people's lighting?

So Wang Wu tore the jam again with sweat, accompanied by dozens of words of sorry.

Later, his colleague who sat next to him helped and gave him a weird hat. The brim stretched out half a meter long, just enough to cover the light screen. Wang Wu was able to write the article well and became friends with that colleague.

My colleague is also a newcomer.

He has a cheerful personality, likes to talk and laugh, and has always been around the corner of his mouth, and has a very popular relationship.

Since making friends, Wang Wu has almost always been inseparable from him.

At that time, they were all newcomers in the club and had to do all kinds of chores every day. They often didn’t write much manuscript when they got off work.

Every time this comes, the ambitious Wang Wu will always stay and work overtime, so his colleagues will naturally accompany him.

When writing a draft, it is easy to forget the time. When Wang Wu was called back to his senses by his stomach, he often found it late at night.

At this time, colleagues often had already prepared a midnight snack and walked towards him with a plate.

Wang Wu still remembers that night.

There was a strong wind outside, causing the windows to thrill.

He pulled out a vacant table, rubbed his hands and waited for his colleague to feed him. His colleague had a bowl of noodles that day, and a layer of toppings of shredded meat were covered with snow vegetables and shredded meat, which he brought from home.

Wang Wu was so hungry that he took the bowl and blew it out, then whispered the noodles into his mouth.

"Are the toppings a little salty?" my colleague muttered: "I changed my salt at home yesterday, and I always felt that the touch was wrong."

Wang Wu ate it and said vaguely: "It's salty. Didn't you see that I'm buried in the soup?"

"..." The colleague laughed and scolded: "You are just a mean person. If you dislike you, don't eat it!"

He said he wanted to rob.

Wang Wu quickly picked up the bowl and hid, and the young man was making a fuss and couldn't even have a midnight snack.

"Hey, your tongue is really amazing, you have talent." After the trouble, my colleague sighed, holding his chin with his hands, and the lights reflected in his eyes.

While drinking the soup, Wang Wu raised his eyelids.

His eyes slid past his colleague's eyes and fell on the dimples at the corner of his mouth.

"You can eat and write, and work hard and you will definitely get it done." The colleague said, laughing: "So, me."

"Of course."

The rumbling wind outside the window hit the window, but I couldn't get into this steaming corner.

The young Wang Wu said: "I will take the certificate exam in the second half of the year, and if I have enough articles next year, I will be able to upgrade to two stars. In this way, I will take a degree in two years."

The colleague nodded: "Step by step, Samsung is just around the corner! Maybe you can go to university and become an assistant teacher..."

"How can you be an assistant teacher? Be a professor, you are just a good teacher!" Wang Wu said.

"That three stars is not enough, so you should be a four-star food critic." My colleague laughed: "Whenever we go, we will have a special car to pick you up and drop you off wherever we go, and we will also pull banners. I will write a message to welcome the famous food critic to come and guide..."

“Then respectfully invite us to taste the best local cuisine.”

"That's a must, go all over the 28th district of the Alliance..."

The two of them became more and more excited as they spoke. They ate noodles worth only five credit points, sat by the window that was blown and daydreaming that every young man would have.

The dream is filled with soap bubbles, golden, glittering desires.

My colleagues always make noodles, after all, the office pot can’t do anything else.

So Wang Wu ate tomatoes of various flavors, green pepper shredded pork, fish-flavored eggplant, tomato and eggs... In that corner, he talked too much with his colleagues. The more he talked, the more beautiful he became, the more real he talked, as if such a beautiful future was really waiting for him ahead.

That was the period when his desires were most inflated.

Later, everything came true. Wang Wu looked back and found that he was not as satisfied as he imagined.

However, the colleague who wanted to share it with him died early in a wormhole disaster and did not even leave a message.

After so many years, Wang Wu gradually became silent and serious.

Money is just a number to him, and the Alliance has eaten all kinds of delicious food, and there is no expectation for any "innovative" dishes.

He would not dream again, there would not be any golden bubbles shining in his dream, nor would there be any colleague with dimples blooming on the corner of his mouth, sitting across the table and looking at him.

Until I tasted this bowl of shredded pork noodles with snow vegetable.

He seemed to have returned to that windy night.

He didn't taste very good, but he could soothe a bowl of ordinary noodles that could calm his hunger and imagine the future worth looking forward to.

…………

Master Wang Wu's tears scared everyone.

Is this delicious or unpalatable? That's the master! The master is crying!

However, Wang Wu seemed to have forgotten that he was a judge, and his movements were as elegant as if he was tasting, but he kept chopsticks.

Jiang Li had no idea at all and did not dare to speak again before he figured out what had happened.

Looking at the two chefs and Ke Shen, they even started eating, so he hesitated to eat a bite of fried rice, but nothing special.

what is going on?

What should he say?

After a while, Ke Shen saved the scene.

He had just drunk half a bowl of soup, put down the spoon, and said, "It's very delicious, this is my favorite dish tonight."

Jiang Li turned his head in shock.

Ke Shen ignored him and said to himself: "I am a singer. In order to protect my voice, I hardly touch the chili peppers. The works of contestant Ma Yuan just now are quite delicious, and they are too spicy for me."

He paused and continued, "And my first two dishes happened to be dry and the taste was quite heavy. In front of you, I was embarrassed to ask someone to pour water. Before Xiao Qiu's soup came up, my heart had already flown off the stage... Fortunately, it saved me."

A gentle laughter sounded around, and Ke Shen cooperated to pull the corner of his mouth.

"The Sanxian soup itself is also very good. The ingredients are harmoniously matched, and no ingredients can be overcooked. The final shrimp heat is just right, adding freshness to the whole soup."

He looked at Qiu Qiu, paused, and said seriously: "Although your soup is delicious, I just kept wondering whether it fits the theme..."

"Mean." Master Wang Wu finally put down his chopsticks and interrupted him.

Ke Shen smiled: "Master? I want to say that too."

The other two chefs had just finished eating pancakes. The female chef didn't know what she thought of and rubbed her eyes twice. Now she said in unison: "I think so too."

"Desire is not a word that is superior, it is closely related to people's feelings." The female chef said: "Only you, the dishes I really want. I didn't understand until just now."

"And it's very well done!" the chef exclaimed: "It's really delicious, I can't stop eating!"

Ke Shen said: "It reminds me of the days when I was not famous. The agent Koukou Sou often orders this soup for me... I have really eaten a lot, and yours is the best."

Qiu Qiu raised his head slightly proudly.

Finally, Wang Wu smiled slowly: "You reminded me of a lot. I want to thank you."

With the words of the master and the unanimous praise from the other three, Qiu Qiu's first place is a foregone conclusion.

The two contestants standing on the side of the stage with their hands behind their backs looked at each other and sighed in a complicated mood.

But Ma Yuan is more than complicated.

He was horrified.

How could this happen? This is possible!

Is this how desire understood? Isn’t this a cooking competition?

Why is his skill worse than a fool who makes fried rice and noodles with such skills!?

Ma Yuan thought, staring at Jiang Li in the judges' seat with vicious eyes.

Hurry up, say something? Don’t you want to protect me, protect me!

Jiang Li seemed to have received his brain waves and finally came to his senses.

He took another bite and still felt that it was just ordinary fried rice. He couldn't help but ask, "Is it really delicious?"

Ke Shen was surprised: "It tastes delicious, don't you think it's? The soup is very refreshing, and I really miss it. After taking a sip, my appetite became stronger."

The four of them were getting up and gathering in front of Master Wang Wu, intending to determine the ranking.

"Is your fried rice not delicious?" The female chef also showed a surprised face when she heard a half sentence.

"No..." Jiang Li forced a smile.

"I still have some soup," Ke Shen smiled: "I can't give you a taste."

"I want it too." The female chef said hurriedly.

Half a minute later, everyone had a sip of the soup, their eyes lit up, and they praised each other.

Only Jiang Li was at a loss but didn't dare to speak.

"Where is fried rice, let's try it too." The female chef said playfully.

"Ah." Jiang Li pushed the plate and saw them scooping over each of them. Then, he smashed it down with praise, and Jiang Li was stunned.

He couldn't help but look up, and just met Master Wang Wu's face.

It was pure satisfaction on his face.

It turns out that the master also thought it tastes delicious.

Jiang Li stood up row by row with goosebumps all over his body, feeling like he was entering a ghost story.

He even pinched his thighs, trying to confirm that he was not dreaming.

Why? Why can’t he eat what others can eat?

What went wrong?

Is it my problem, mental problem, or tongue problem?

The world seemed to be twisted in an instant, and the air seemed to be drained. Jiang Li restrained himself and did not breathe heavily, but his back was soaked in sweat.
Chapter completed!