Yan Zeyi handed their recipes smoothly to the director of teaching.

Senior Sister Jin saw Yan Zeyi, her expression was slightly shaken. She recommended Bei Lili to be the representative of the new student. Bei Lili did not expect that she would be so smooth after passing the qualifiers.

But Bei Lili suddenly remembered that her father had told about a food competition before she came. Her father hoped that she would defeat Liu Zhe and make their family proud. However, in that food competition, a famous person must sign it in order to pass the recommendation qualification and directly enter the rematch to see Liu Zhe.

She looked at Yan Zeyi. Maybe he could help, but she stopped talking. After all, it would be a big trouble for him when we first met, but Yan Zeyi suddenly handed her a business card.

"I am really sorry for what happened today. I have caused you and Senior Sister Jin to be wronged. This is my business card. If you need it, I will try my best to help you."

The next day, Bei Lili hesitated for a while and called Yan Zeyi.

Yan Yezeyi asked her to meet in her high-rise studio.

"... The food competition is imminent. I want to accept this challenge because he also participated in the competition. I want to make him a loser under my command. Because of the previous hatred, I once threatened to hold his hotel. I don't know whether it was an ambition or an impulse at that time. He simply gave me a war letter. And this time he would ask international chefs to compete with me. I was completely at a loss, so I came to ask you for help."

Yan Zeyi looked at the twisted "War Book" and looked like it was painted by Liu Zhe and handwritten by hand. It felt a bit like a handwritten newspaper, but it was a inferior handwritten newspaper.

"I probably looked at it. It was indeed Liu Zhe's handwriting. He is also one of the sponsors of such schools. However, he participated in the sponsorship in a very small way. I haven't had contact with him twice, and I don't have a good impression of him. It seems that he is serious about the challenge of you this time, because he has never written such a large handwritten stand-up book. He has also given me a war book once, but it only has 32k paper and is not as good as this one."

Beilili: "What does that mean?"

Yan Zeyi: "The problem? Well, the problem is that this time must be a grand banquet, the problem is that this chef must be very powerful."

Beilili: "…"

Yan Zeyi: "From now on, follow me for devilish training. You only have one week to compete with international chefs. I can only wait and see."

He walked a few steps and touched the table. There was a drawer there. When he opened it, there was a dark green apron. It was his mother who had worn it.

When my mother won the Golden Chef Award, she wore this apron, so she used it as a mascot and locked it in his drawer. On the dark green apron, she was calmly sniffing a peacock with golden silk edges.

As if she saw a baby, her eyes shining, she hurriedly stepped forward to watch it because she had seen this apron on TV when she was a child. At that time, he said that the cook was so young and beautiful. He didn't expect to see the same baby today: "I have an impression, this was what I saw 10 years ago, and I didn't expect there was exactly the same thing here."

Yan Zeyi: "?In fact, my mother participated in a similar competition back then. He was just as ignorant, innocent and cute as you. In the current saying, it can be called silly and sweet, but because of the baptism of chef competitions, he has now become a white, rich and beautiful woman. It's a pity..."

Beilili saw him wanting to speak but stopped. Maybe something happened. She didn't know whether she was asking or not, so she could only observe him quietly. He took a sip of the tea on the table, sighed and said, "?My mother started from scratch and met her father. Her father was a rich second-generation at that time, but he looked down on her mother. He always couldn't say what her mother cooked at that time and was always picky. It was not until he tasted it that her mother had extraordinary skills. He regretted it very much, because when he was a judge before, he told her mother.

I heard a lot of bad words, but the judges' eyes were also bright. Although he gave 0 points, the others gave high scores, so my mother won. Unfortunately, she didn't get the first place and gave her second place. However, my mother also got a lot of bonuses back then, so she used the bonus to open a small restaurant. Later, after my father tasted her dishes, he regretted it very much, so he often visited him and took his friends over to hype her small restaurant. His life was getting better and better, and later he proposed to his mother."

It should have been a good story, but for some reason, the more he said it, the more bitter he became, until he drank all the tea on the table.

Yan Zeyi looked at her as if she wanted to speak, and knew that she didn't want to interrupt her conversation, and said, "After I had me, I was the young master at home, but at that time I had a taste failure, so no matter how my mother cooked, I said it was not delicious, just because my father and mother had a bad relationship. My father always said that my mother was making things difficult for me and gave me some unpleasant food."

Beilili: "Why? Are you rich second generations having problems with their thinking? Do you rich people like to be picky?"

Yan Zeyi: "Of course not, because my father also had the same disease as me, and his taste failure. He even heard others instigate that it was because my mother was good at using various seasonings that both him and me had a taste failure. In fact, it was not the case at all. So my father hired a master for his mother. When my mother was tired, she agreed with her hand and had no intention of keeping her. In fact, my father regretted it very much, but he refused to say that he knew that his mother was missing and his father was looking for it all over the world, but he didn't look for it. Later, he heard that he might have been taken away by aliens because of the extremely clever cooking, and went to their royal family to cook."

Beili quickly protected her nose and tears, and she finished listening.

"Hey, little girl, what are you doing here? Are you cooperating with me? Are you singing and performing together?"

Yan Zeyi looked at her with a lot of laughter and tears: "But I really don't know how to help, and you don't know how to talk. If I say something more, I'm afraid you will be angry again, because your personality is changeable."

Beili put down her handkerchief and barely wiped the corners of her eyes. The only tear that squeezed out: "? I said that it is the most difficult thing for you to serve as a rich second generation. As expected, that's true, but I feel sorry for your mother. I heard it..."
Chapter completed!