Chapter 569 Three People

After going to the moon and watching the spaceship, Ma Lu only rested for less than half a day before flying to Sanya to participate in the Master of Cooking competition.

As soon as he got off the plane, he felt the warmth of the tropics.

The temperature in Sanya is about 10 degrees higher than that in City B. You won’t feel cold even at night in March, and the air still has the unique moist and salty smell of the seaside.

The person the organizing committee came to pick up was Qiu Lele, an acquaintance of Malu who had been with Sun He before.

She wore a small white suit today and stood at the exit holding a card with Malu's name on it.

"Welcome to Sanya, Boss Ma." Lele extended her hand.

"We meet again, Director Qiu." Ma Lu shook hands with her.

"The journey is hard, let's get in the car first." Lele said as he stepped forward to take Malu's suitcase and led him to the parking lot.

"I have a total of three contestants to pick up this time, all of whom have relatively close flight times. One of them has already arrived, and you are the second one. With one more person, we can go to the hotel.

"It won't take long. We'll be able to leave in about 20 minutes." Lele glanced at his watch and said.

"Has someone arrived? Who is it?" Malu asked.

"Chef Kawano Zhengming from Japan, you will meet him soon. He doesn't like to talk. People around him describe him as quiet as the rocks on the island."

The two walked to a Buick GL8 in the parking lot, and Qiu Lele opened the door.

Turns out there was no one inside.

It wasn't until Malu looked at the last row that he found a man with medium-long hair and a goatee near the corner.

He just sat there motionless, his messy hair hanging down from his forehead, blocking his eyes.

"Boss Ma, this is Chef Kawano Zhengming from Gudao Restaurant."

Lele introduced, and then said in Japanese, "Chef Kawano Zhengming, this is Boss Ma from the Universe Infinite Canteen."

Kawano Zhengming had no reaction when he heard this.

"Is he asleep?" Malu asked curiously.

"It's possible. After all, Chef Kawano Zhengming flew here from Hokkaido and had to change planes twice. He might be tired."

Just as Lele finished saying this, Kawano Zhengming suddenly moved in his seat.

He leaned forward and bowed slightly to Malu, then returned to his previous posture and continued to huddle in the corner.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, it really looks like a stone."

"Anyway, please wait here for a while. I'll be back soon." Qiu Lele said.

"It's okay, you go and do your work." Ma Lu put the salute in the trunk and then got into the GL8.

Qiu Lele returned to the exit, and the flight information on the electronic screen kept beating.

Soon the status of the flight Qiu Lele was waiting for also changed to arrived.

Qiu Lele waited patiently for a while, and a young woman wearing a hooded sweatshirt, ripped jeans, sneakers, and carrying a travel bag walked out behind the crowd.

Qiu Lele's eyes lit up when he saw her for the first time, and he waved wildly, "Sun Mei! Sun Mei! Here, here!!!" The young woman carrying a travel bag also saw her at this time and sped up. Footsteps, "Lele!"

Sun Mei first gave Qiu Lele a big hug, then looked her up and down.

"Hahahaha, you have changed so much. We haven't seen each other for six or seven years. In my mind, you are still the little girl who cried her eyes out alone in the kitchen after turning off the lights.

"Now she is wearing a suit and tie, like a strong woman in the workplace."

"How long do you plan to talk about an embarrassing incident from childhood," Qiu Lele said speechlessly, "I no longer work as a chef, and now I am responsible for the external relations of the World Cooking Association."

"That's right. If only my grandfather could be as open-minded as your grandfather and allow me to do what I like." Sun Mei sighed.

"Are you kidding? It's because I have no talent and my grandfather was worried that I would ruin the restaurant's sign, so he let me join the World Cooking Club to do an administrative position."

Qiu Lele said, "If I had your talent, I would definitely continue to stay in the kitchen."

"Well, you know, I have never been interested in cooking," Sun Mei said. "I prefer painting, but for people like us, we have been forced to go to the kitchen by the adults at home since we were young. No one cares about what we like. .

“When I was a child, I always thought that as long as I completed the tasks assigned by my grandfather quickly, I would be able to do what I really like. But the irony is that the better I cooked, the more I was forced to cook.

"You also said that the future of the Sun family depends on me. Don't let down the expectations of the diners. It feels like you are trapping yourself in a cocoon." Sun Mei laughed at himself.

"So you deliberately lost the World Young Chef Competition," Qiu Lele said. "This is too crazy. Mr. Sun still gets angry and curses when he mentions this matter."

"You have to show a little resistance, otherwise he will just treat me as his puppet for the rest of his life."

Sun Mei said, "In the end, it's his business to like cooking. Why should he take away my hobby without any explanation? By the way, how is his health?"

"It's not bad. It's just that I fell down when it rained last year and my legs and feet are not as agile as before."

"How come I don't know about wrestling?" Sun Mei raised his eyebrows.

"Haven't you two talked for a long time?"

"Yes, but I still hear a lot of news about him from my dad. He also told me about the Master of Chef Competition through my dad."

"He probably doesn't want you to worry. Actually, after you went abroad, Mr. Sun has been paying attention to you silently and often mentioned you."

"He mentioned me? I'm sure he didn't say anything good. He probably scolded me for wasting my talent and being sorry for his teaching and the hard work he spent on me..."

"Well, there are some, but he also praised you, saying that if Xiaomei was still here, he would definitely be able to do it. He also said that you are the smartest chef he has ever seen, and you can cook any dish no matter how difficult it is just by looking at it."

"Ha," Sun Mei snorted lightly. Do you know what he called me the night before I went abroad?

"What?"

"Ungrateful bastard, he cursed me out of my mouth, and said I was the eternal sinner of the Sun family. If his cooking skills are perfect, even if I die, the ancestors of the Sun family will not let me go."

"This... is indeed a bit too much." Qiu Lele said, "But he did miss you all these years after you left."

"Sun He is not thinking about me, but his successor," Sun Mei said, "someone who can take over from him, hold up the golden signboard of the state banquet chef, and bring glory to the Sun family.

"I came back this time to fulfill his wish. As long as I can defeat everyone and win the title of God of Cooking, I should be able to pay off what I owe him, and I can be free to do what I really want to do in the future."