In front of the award podium, the pale Huang Xiaobei was almost pushed to the stage by Dongfang Qing, and stood shoulder to shoulder with Master Luo Wen.
When dragging Huang Xiaobei up to receive the award, Dongfang Qing's face never looked very good. Huang Xiaobei was so frightened that he swallowed his saliva and said, "Second Aunt, Second Aunt, do you know something?"
Dongfang Qing glanced at him with a sigh, and said with endless disappointment in her eyes, "I knew it from the first day you entered the VIP room, but at that time I thought it would be good for you to experience more, and later you also
I did wake up as I thought, but why are you still..."
Huang Xiaobei regretted and said with tears all over his face, "Not to mention Second Aunt, it's all about fate! But Second Aunt, don't worry, I can solve it, I will definitely solve it myself!"
Dongfang Qing looked at Huang Xiaobei speechlessly, thinking, don’t I know about your little family background? How are you going to solve it! Oh...forget it, let’s see first, he can solve it by himself
Just solve it on your own, unless someone is really going to kill me and I'm helping him, otherwise I won't have a long memory if I help him too early!
In front of the podium, Huang Xiaobei was pushed up by Dongfang Qing with a sad face. He looked at Karl, the eldest lady and others in the audience, and saw that they kept applauding and cheering for him. The special correspondent was really heartbroken.
ah.
Applause? Bang your butt, drum! The person involved is ready to jump into the sea!
After scanning the Wuyang Wuyang crowd under the stage, Huang Xiaobei found that his second uncle was also standing under the stage at this moment, folding his arms and helplessly shaking his head at him. Seeing this, the commissioner hurriedly hurriedly blushed.
He lowered his head, not daring to look into his second uncle's eyes.
Slowly walking to her husband, Dongfang Qing looked at Huang Xiaobei on the stage who was looking like why don't I die, and said softly, "You want to give him a card directly, right?"
Hearing this, the young man touched his nose in embarrassment and muttered in a low voice, "They are all his own children. Besides, young people will inevitably go astray. This time he may have a better memory...
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Dongfang Qing looked at her husband expressionlessly, but the young man who was a head taller than Dongfang Qing immediately lowered his head. The look of him lowering his head instantly in fear was exactly the same as Huang Xiaobei on the stage.
Under the gaze of his wife, the young man silently handed the bank card prepared in his pocket to his wife's hand, and did not forget to whisper after finishing the transaction.
"This is my pocket money..."
Dongfang Qing rolled her eyes at him, took the bank card and said, "Is it useful? You helped him pay it back this time, but what about next time? What about next time? If you don't let him fully understand this time, I'm afraid it will completely destroy him.
,do you understand?"
The young man couldn't lift his head when his wife said it. He scratched his face and said, "But looking at him, it doesn't look like he can earn more than two million...Besides, you
It’s not that I don’t know, Xiaobei’s life in the past was too miserable, so he used such crooked ideas. If there is no shortage of money in the future, maybe he won’t..."
Dongfang Qing looked at her husband with cold eyes. When the young man saw this, he hurriedly covered his mouth and said, "Okay, okay, it's up to you to educate the children. I won't interfere."
As he said that, the young man reminded him very worriedly, "But what if he is really dragged by those gangsters to feed the fish..."
Dongfang Qing shook his head and said, "Feeding fish shouldn't happen. Their previous relationship was quite complicated. Don't worry, I will save him before being fed..."
The young man breathed a sigh of relief, but still warned him uneasily, "Don't save her until it's too late. It will be over if you really go into the sea."
"I know." Dongfang Qing smiled slightly, and then held her husband's cold right hand.
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In front of the award podium, facing countless flashlights and cameras, Commissioner Huang Xiaobei, who looked pale and no longer had any hope in life, made a "yes" gesture with tears in his eyes.
Under the spotlight, the special correspondent told himself over and over in his heart, you can't cry, you can't cry! Yes, you are the champion, you are the God of Cookery! Why are you crying...
Crying all over the place... The correspondent covered his head with tears, "Nah, I'd rather lose. Nah, I'd rather be a loser with 200,000, than be a loser with 2 million in debt."
Bullshit god of food...
Next to Commissioner Huang, Master Luo Wen was waving proudly to the cameras and reporters in the audience. Looking at his posture, some people might have thought it was some foreign leader who came out to inspect the army.
Young Master Luo Wen, with a professional smile on his face, waved to the audience gracefully and whispered, "I didn't expect Mr. Xiaobei to stand on the podium with me. Well, as expected.
Mr. Xiaobei, you are indeed extraordinary."
Huang Xiaobei, whose face was ashen, lowered his head and put on the wreath presented to him by the etiquette lady, and said sadly, "Yes, extraordinary, I am so extraordinary that I even reached my grandma's house..."
Hearing this, Master Luo Wen smiled slightly, glanced at him inadvertently and said, "Mr. Xiaobei, are you free tonight? I want to have a chat with you."
Huang Xiaobei turned to look at Luo Wen, his eyes suddenly filled with fear, "Brother, what do you want to do? Let me declare in advance that I was completely passive last time, and I really didn't mean to go against your demonic party.
After all, you also know that I am a person who wholeheartedly supports our evil party. If Karl’s grandson hadn’t forced me, how could I have gone against my own family?”
"Don't worry, Mr. Xiaobei, I'm not here to trouble you. We are a family, aren't we?" Master Luo Wen comforted with a smile.
"Can you create a written record?" Huang Xiaobei asked eagerly.
Seeing that the mayor of this city had already come up to present the award, Master Luo Wen ignored Huang Xiaobei and said softly, "We'll talk about it then."
Soon, amid the passionate symphony, the mayor of the city slowly walked up to the award podium with the hostess holding the trophy, and the host in a black suit made the right announcement.
"Dear gentlemen and ladies, with the conclusion of the last individual competition today, this cooking competition has come to a successful conclusion. After twenty-eight days of motivational competition, a total of six outstanding talents have been born in this competition.
Award-winning chef!”
The host held the microphone in his hand and introduced passionately, "The winning team in this team competition is from the Shanghai SIPG Hotel in Linshi. Their hotel... There is a first-class chef Lu Ziming in their hotel. Although
Contestant Ming was unable to participate in the finals of the team competition due to physical reasons, but SIPG Hotel also successfully won the championship. Let us cheer for them."
After the applause, the host waved his hand and pointed at the ashen-faced Huang Xiaobei on the podium, "And the champion of this individual competition surprised everyone in the finals. Although he is so young,
But with his unparalleled cooking skills, he actually caused Master Zheng Hongda, who had won three consecutive individual competition championships, to withdraw from the competition on the spot! What a terrifying culinary prowess! Ladies and gentlemen, let us prepare for the new one
Master Huang Xiaobei, the 2016 chef god, gives us our warmest applause!”
"Bah bang bang." Fierce applause rang out, and Brother Maozi in the audience shouted hoarsely, "Senior, senior, you are the best! Senior, you are our pride!"
The pale Huang Xiaobei wanted to shout at Brother Maozi, "Get out of here!" But when he saw the bright and lovely eldest lady cheering for him, the commissioner's face was filled with a crazy smile.
"Huang Xiao M is the best! People really saw you right. Do you know that you will make more delicious food for people in the future?"
Looking at the figure of the eldest lady standing in the crowd and shouting for him, the special correspondent was full of laughter and said that the eldest lady is really beautiful and the way she cheers for him is so cute.
Seeing Huang Xiaobei looking at the eldest lady, her eyes were watering. Young Master Luo Wen beside him couldn't stand it anymore and quickly pushed him, "Mr. Xiaobei, please pay attention to the impact. We are receiving the award."
"Ah? Oh oh oh, right, right, right, I'm about to receive the award." Huang Xiaobei wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth.
"Okay, now I would like to ask Mayor Zhao of this city to award awards to the winning contestants," the host announced loudly amid the exciting music, "The overall champion of the team competition of this cooking competition will receive a total of two million yuan.
As a cash reward, you will also receive five sets of exquisite kitchen utensils, as well as the honorary title and certificate of the God of Food jointly certified by the National Catering Association. Mayor Zhao will be invited to present the award."
The pot-bellied Mayor Zhao walked to the podium, took the trophy from the etiquette lady, and awarded it to Mr. Luo Wen, the representative of SIPG Hotel, with a smile.
After receiving the certificate, trophy and a large check of two million yuan, Master Luo Wen first glanced at the five sets of exquisite kitchen utensils placed next to the award podium, and then enthusiastically raised the trophy in his hand and said, "Thank you everyone for your support."
I am very happy to be recognized. At the same time, our achievements today are all thanks to Mr. Lu Ziming of our hotel. It is under his leadership that we can enter the finals! Ziming, the young master loves you! Don’t worry, all the credit will be given to you when you go back.
The young master doesn’t want a cent of yours!”
In the ward on the seventeenth floor of the underground laboratory, Zi Ming was moved to tears while lying on the hospital bed watching the awards ceremony on the TV.
"My title as the God of Cookery..."
Clinton beside him patted Zi Ming on the shoulder, "Don't think about it, Zi Ming. The young master promised to leave you the check, certificate and kitchen utensils. Please open some if you want."
The good and evil chef, whose head was wrapped in a bandage like a mummy, sniffed aggrievedly, "It's not my name written on the certificate, so it's of no use..."
Clinton: "......"
Barrons, who was in the hospital bed next to him, bit into an apple and groaned as he gnawed, "Okay, Zi Ming, what do you want to do with the money? Look at us, we got beaten in vain."
Sang Kang, who was in the hospital bed on the left, had his eyes open and was speechless. After a while, he said something in Thai, "Anyway, you will no longer have to be considered by the elders to drive you out of the family. That's good, isn't it?"
?”
Ziming looked back at him in surprise, "Can you speak Chinese? Hey Barons, you two are fellow villagers, what was he talking about?"
"Oh, there is a high probability that you will be kicked out of the family by the elders."