Chapter 1592 If You Lose, Eat the Iron Pot

Although Zhou Shijie was so angry with Zhou Xi that he wanted to beat him to death, in the end Zhou Xi escaped because he was in Yuanzhou's store.

However, the natural fish feast was not completed and almost had to be remade.

No one knows how foreign countries select this special invitation quota, but Liao Yue was the first to receive a special invitation quota from Japan. As expected, that candidate was indeed Oishi Hidetoshi.

With Fujiwara's support and Oishi Hidetoshi's own reputation, the cards are strong.

In Thailand, Of course, Sucha's son Zhanrat is also there. From the name Sucha named his son, it can be seen that he is very optimistic about his son.

Because Chamrat means light in Thai.

After the special invitation list of chefs from various countries was handed over, the special invitation quota from China was also handed over, but this person was a bit unexpected.

"It's actually him." Liao Yue looked at the name and felt a little strange for a moment.

The person who surprised Liao Yue was Ke Sen. Yes, China's special invitation quota finally fell to Ke Sen, Ke Lin's son.

"I wonder what price Master Ke paid." Liao Yue sighed with emotion.

Because according to what Liao Yue knows, there are a lot of people who want China's special invitation this time.

For example, many presidents are their apprentices or sons, such as the Cantonese Cuisine Association, Shandong Cuisine Association, Hunan Cuisine Association, etc.

As the leader of a group, some of the younger ones are over fifty, and most are in their sixties. Calculation shows that the children are not too young, and most of them are over the threshold of thirty-four, so naturally they cannot participate. .

Knowing that the age requirement was set by Yuan Zhou, they were not embarrassed to say that they wanted to participate, but now that there is such a quota, the presidents must not back down.

The voting situation that day can be said to be extremely tragic.

In fact, that’s not right. It should be said that the canvassing process before the voting started was tragic.

No, Ke Sen, who got his quota, is being trained.

"I'm telling you, if you don't get the first place in the exchange meeting this time, you will give me your share of the pot." Colin stared at his son and said seriously.

"Dad, that pot is made of fine iron, I'm afraid I can't chew it." Ke Sen said cautiously.

"Call the chef." Colin said.

"Yes, chef." Ke Sen stood at attention immediately.

"If you can't chew it, then bring me the first one." Colin said.

"I'll try my best." Ke Sen hesitated.

"Get out of your way as much as you can. This is a must. I paid one-third of my recipe to get this spot. You should consider it carefully." Colin slapped the table angrily.

"Yes, I will work hard." Ke Sen didn't dare to make any mistakes anymore, and responded loudly with his legs tightly together.

"Go away." Colin waved.

"Okay, chef." Ke Sen was secretly relieved, but at the same time he became more nervous.

No one knows the significance of one-third of the recipe better than him. It is the life-long effort of his father Colin, and he has given one-third of it just for him.

There is no doubt that a collection of recipes is the most important thing for a chef.

It is precisely because of this that Colin was able to get this special invitation. Who knows that Ke Sen is already forty-one this year.

This made Ke Sen feel a lot of pressure, but at the same time it also ignited a raging fighting spirit.

"I must work hard to get first place and live up to dad's expectations." Ke Sen secretly encouraged him in his heart.

It's good to have fighting spirit, but when it comes to the lineup for this youth exchange meeting... Ke Sen is a little uncertain.

Yuan Zhou wasn't too involved in the registration, so he didn't know about it. He was now receiving an unexpected person who he hadn't seen for a long time.

The person who came was the old scavenger who was picked up by the man named Mu Qingqing half a year ago. He came specifically from the Magic City.

Today's old man who picks up garbage can no longer be called the old man who picks up garbage. He should be called the old man because he no longer picks up garbage and is dressed neatly and neatly.

The uncle was wearing a pair of black cotton shoes when he came in.

There is no dust on the black shoes. He is wearing a clean gray old man's shirt and a pair of loose suit pants.

The gray hair is now neatly cut and combed back smoothly. Although there are many wrinkles on his face, he is full of smiles when he sees Yuan Zhou.

"Hello, Boss Yuan," the old man said.

"Uncle, you shouldn't call me that." Yuan Zhou said seriously: "You can just call me Xiao Yuan."

"That's not possible. It was thanks to you at that time." The old man shook his head repeatedly.

"I told you, it's nothing. You know this is a restaurant and there will always be leftovers." Yuan Zhou still insisted on what he said at that time.

"Yes, yes, but thank you very much, Boss Yuan." The old man did not argue, but responded even more happily.

"How are you lately?" Yuan Zhou said.

"Okay, very good. That girl Qingqing is a kind-hearted girl. Not only does she treat illnesses, but she also gives her a house and land. The most important thing is that my wife's health has also improved. It's very good, very good." The old man said happily. Hehe said.

"That's good." Yuan Zhou nodded.

"Of course it's good. Thanks to a good person like Boss Yuan, and that little girl is also a good person." The old man rambled on about the people who were kind to him.

Yuan Zhou, who was listening on the sidelines, nodded seriously to show that he was listening carefully.

It wasn't until a while later that the old man realized that he had said too much, and immediately said with some embarrassment: "I'm a bit verbose as I get older. I'm sorry for wasting your time, Boss Yuan."

"It's not business hours now. I'm the only one in the store. Someone is nice to talk to." Yuan Zhou said warmly.

"As long as it doesn't delay you from doing serious things." the old man said.

"Well, no delay." Yuan Zhou affirmed.

"I'm here to congratulate you, Boss Yuan. I saw you on the news, Boss Yuan. It turns out that you are so powerful at such a young age." The old man gestured with his thumb as he spoke.

"Thank you." Yuan Zhou said.

"I should thank Boss Yuan. I don't have anything good. I just remember that Boss Yuan seems to like those gadgets, so I brought one for you this time. You see how it goes." The old man said and started from He took out a box from the backpack behind him.

The backpack on the old man's shoulder was an ordinary black backpack. The box he took out was also very simple, just an ordinary white box, but the old man held it very carefully.

"I like everything you gave me. I still have all the toys from my childhood." Yuan Zhou couldn't help but think of the toy cabinet his parents had packed away in the unoccupied room upstairs.

It's been a long time since anyone gave Yuan Zhou toys or anything like this.

"Then take a look at this." The old man said as a treasure.

"Okay." Yuan Zhou nodded and carefully opened the white paper box.

Suddenly, a humanoid doll as tall as an adult man's hand appeared.

The doll is in a standing posture, holding a large iron spoon used by chefs in its right hand and a knife in its left hand. If you look carefully at the doll's face, you can see that it still looks like Yuan Zhou himself.

"Is this me?" Yuan Zhou said in surprise.

"It's good if you can see it. I don't have anything else to give as a gift, so I made this with the bottle caps I collected." The old man said a little embarrassed.

If you look closely, you can see that this doll is made of bottle caps, and the fine parts are made by cutting the bottle caps into pieces, so you can tell at a glance that it is very similar to Yuan Zhou.

"It's very exquisite, much like me." Yuan Zhou said, "Uncle, you are really amazing."

"As long as you like it, that's fine." The uncle said cheerfully, with the wrinkles on his face relaxing.

"I like it very much. This gift is very meaningful." Yuan Zhou nodded affirmatively.

Seeing that the old man who used to be a wanderer was now living so well, Yuan Zhou felt inexplicably happy.

Even in fact, Yuan Zhou didn’t have much communication with the scavenger.

Perhaps everyone, from the bottom of their hearts, wants others to live a better life, even strangers.

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