Seeing that President Chen had so much confidence in him, Yang Zhenxing decided to go all out.

He looked at the other person and said: "Grandpa Chen, in that case, I am participating in this competition. Please sign up for me!"

President Chen nodded and said with a smile: "Okay! Young people should have the courage to take challenges. You are my recommended candidate. I will help you with the registration.

but……"

"Grandpa Chen, do you have any more questions?"

Seeing that President Chen stopped talking halfway, Yang Zhenxing asked curiously.

"Well, that's it. It's mid-June now. The competition will be held in Singapore, the Lion City, at the end of June. If you win and participate in the finals, you will go to France to participate in the finals a week later."

Yang Zhenxing made some calculations and found that time was really tight.

Originally, I wanted to go back and practice with my grandpas and friends before the battle, and then ask for advice on how to make some easy-to-make classic dishes.

It seems that the gun cannot be sharpened in such a short period of time.

Unexpectedly, Chairman Chen continued: "The Western chefs participating in the competition in China had already undergone internal competitions and assessments before the new year, and were receiving training after the Chinese New Year.

At that time, we didn’t expect that any young Chinese chef would be eligible to participate, so if you want to represent the country in this competition, you still need to take an assessment and pass it.”

After hearing this, Yang Zhenxing didn't feel much in his heart, so he nodded and replied: "The assessment is necessary, so that I can have some confidence in my heart."

After all, participating in the competition is representing the country, representing the entire domestic Chinese food industry and all employees.

Yang Zhenxing himself would have thought it was too childish if he could just decide in a few words and directly participate in the competition.

And if he really loses when the time comes, he will not only be embarrassed.

The recommender, Chairman Chen, the association, and the family's time-honored Wen Quanchun will all be embarrassed.

"Don't worry about the assessment. Since you are the person I recommend, I will arrange everything. You can just participate directly when the time comes."

"Well, Grandpa Chen, there are only a few days left before the Asian Qualifiers. When is the time for the assessment?"

Chairman Chen glanced at the calendar on the table, counted the days with a pen, and said:

"Of course, the sooner the better. I will try my best to arrange the assessment within a week, or it may be within the next two days. You must be ready at any time after you go back."

Yang Zhenxing also looked at the calendar and replied: "Okay, Grandpa Chen, I will be ready at any time and adjust my condition."

…

Saying goodbye to the assistant who sent him out, Yang Zhenxing pushed his bicycle and walked on the street.

Unknowingly, I walked one stop and arrived at Xidan.

Seeing the flood of bicycles on the street, Yang Zhenxing simply got on his bike, walked along North Street, then turned right to the west gate of Beihai Park.

I locked the car, bought a ticket, and ran to the shore in a daze.

To be honest, Yang Zhenxing's mind is very confused right now, and he even feels a little weak for no reason.

He has always believed that he has a high talent for cooking, which can be clearly reflected by comparing him with others.

This is true whether it is at Wenquan Chun or compared with other time-honored young chefs.

The fact that he won the special gold medal at the age of eighteen in the competition held by the Beijing Culinary Association in the first year is a good proof.

Yang Zhenxing is very confident in himself.

It doesn't mean that he has never lost when he competed with others since he was a child, but every time he learned his shame and gained courage.

Work hard to improve yourself and win back next time.

But in the past, it only represented himself, and at most the time-honored Wen Quanchun of his family. The pressure and burden on him was not that heavy.

Not to mention himself, Wen Quanchun, his grandfather and other elderly people helped him support him.

But now President Chen is inviting me to this international competition.

Yang Zhenxing suddenly jumped from representing an individual and his own store to representing the country, which inevitably made him feel complicated.

"If I lose on behalf of the country, wouldn't I lose the face of the country, the people of the country and all the chefs? What will I do then? How will other people evaluate me?"

Yang Zhenxing asked himself, and the more he thought about it, the more uncomfortable he felt, and he felt more and more pressure.

He even felt like he couldn't breathe, felt nauseous and wanted to vomit.

It seems that for a nineteen-year-old boy, this kind of pressure exceeds the upper limit of what he can bear.

Feeling that he was starting to sweat, Yang Zhenxing instinctively calmed himself down.

He closed his eyes and adjusted his breathing for a while, feeling the fresh and moist air in the park. He felt much better.

Opening his eyes and looking at the boats in the North Sea, Yang Zhenxing somehow remembered this text in his primary school textbook.

At the beginning, He Shangchao told him that this was a song and taught him step by step how to learn it.

"Let's swing the oars and let the boat push away the waves..."

Yang Zhenxing suddenly sang the song in his memory softly, and then laughed out loud.

Afraid of affecting others or making people think that something was wrong with him, Yang Zhenxing tried hard not to laugh too loudly.

It wasn't until he had held back his tears and felt a little upset in his stomach that his smile gradually disappeared.

Wiping his tears, Yang Zhenxing stood up, akimbo, looking at the White Tower and the sky in the distance, and at the magnificent Palace Museum in the distance. He felt much more relaxed and a little more heroic.

"Now that I have decided to participate, what can I do if I represent the country in the competition? This is an opportunity and honor that many people want but cannot get!

Besides, if you think about what you will do if you lose before you even go to the competition, wouldn’t it make people laugh if you say that?

Why must we lose? Isn’t it necessary to go all out to win when participating in a competition?”

He was talking to himself, starting from whispering quietly, and then his voice gradually became louder.

Yang Zhenxing felt that his whole body was now full of confidence and energy.

He can't wait to compete with young chefs from all over the world to compete in cooking skills.

“It’s still unclear who will win!”

Yang Zhenxing clenched his fists and raised his hands, shouting loudly towards Beihai, which attracted the surrounding tourists to look sideways and point at him.

Ignoring the weird looks from others, Yang Zhenxing felt relieved after he finished shouting.

He immediately hurried away before the park ranger arrived, went out, got on his bicycle, and ran all the way to the store.

He now wants to tell his grandfather the good news and tell his grandson that he will represent the country on the world stage and compete with the best young chefs in the world!

At the same time, I also want to learn something from the seniors in the last few days of the competition.

Although it is too late to sharpen the gun again in such a short period of time, it will not have much effect.

But sharpening it is better than not sharpening it at all, right?

Maybe just a little bit of sharpness can be the key to victory.
Chapter completed!