Suta Kajiwara, one of the three examiners just now.

The super chef, who exudes a postmodern art style like a street singer, held his hands on his chest and leaned sarcastically against the wall outside the lounge.

Bang!

There was a faint sound of things being smashed in the lounge.

"Kiwara, what are you doing here?"

A figure in a dark windbreaker appeared in the corridor, his lenses reflected a cold luster under the bright light

He has a cold detective aura when he appears, but who is not the T-Chef Broz?

Shota Kajiwara nudes his mouth towards the door of the lounge.

"It's nothing, but some Bichi lost her temper in the lounge. It's so scary, it's a joke."

He said "terrible", but Shota Kajiwara's face was full of ridicule.

Brods fell silent immediately.

"Then let it be, I'll leave first, uncle."

Shota Kajiwara said as he stood up straight, turned around and waved his back to him and walked towards the other side of the corridor.

Only Broz was left standing alone, silently watching his back as he walked away.

After a long time, the movements in the lounge gradually subsided.

Broz waited for a while before holding the door handle and walked into the lounge.

There were a lot of glass fragments on the ground, and Chichima Himeko sat on the sofa with an irritable look on her face.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, she said loudly without raising her head and directly impatiently.

"Didn't you say don't bother me!"

"Why are you angry?"

Broz's voice rang in the lounge, and Chijima Himeko subconsciously raised her head, and the expression on her face became awkward.

Facing a non-mainstream like Shota Kajiwara, she can throw her temper unscrupulously, but every time she faces Broz, a middle-aged man who can be her father, she always feels a little inexplicable restraint.

It was like hiding in vain and smoking secretly but my father caught a teenage girl in a straight face.

"You have to care!"

Chidao Himeko shook her hair like a little slut, and turned her head and ignored him.

However, Broz's next sentence almost made her jump.

"You are jealous of him."

"What a joke! I'll be jealous of a little devil who doesn't even have a super chef!"

Chidao Himeko turned her head in anger instantly, staring at Broz fiercely and shouted.

When she saw the smile in Broz's eyes, she suddenly realized that she had been fooled.

Brozko didn't name it from beginning to end, but she immediately jumped up to refute it, just like a typical person who was covering up his ears.

At this time, Broz's calm and low voice slowly rang.

"You are not jealous of his cooking skills, but of his talent, and most importantly.

Whether you or me, you can feel his unparalleled enthusiasm for cooking from his cuisine. It is something you have lost.

So you are jealous."

Broz's voice had almost no loud ups and downs, but it was like a sharp arrow piercing Himeko Chidao's heart.

"Shut up!"

As if she was touched by a reverse scale, she kicked it out and kicked the table in front of her to the ground.

The extremely exquisite tea cups, vases and other places on the table fell to the ground and smashed.

Then Chidao Himeko stood up and stared at Broz with an extremely fierce look, as if Broz was her irreconcilable enemy.

There is no doubt that Broz's words directly hit her sore spot, so Himeko Chidao's reaction was so strong.

A hint of pity was revealed in Broz's cold eyes.

"Anyway, you should do it yourself."

Leaving this sentence, Broz turned and walked out of the lounge.

Only Chidao Himeko was left alone, full of evil fire and nowhere to vent.

After a long time, Chidao Himeko threw herself into the sofa and grabbed her hair with her hands as she was crazy.

The originally tied single ponytail was caught and dispersed in an instant, and her hair was directly dispersed, covering most of her face.

With a disheveled look and awkward look, coupled with the dim lights in the lounge, people who don’t know that they think "Midnight Bra Bell" is being staged here.

Well, with the size of Himeko Chidao, there is nothing wrong with it.

Chidao Himeko sat there quietly for a while, suddenly took out her cell phone and entered the official website of IGO.

Her fingers quickly dotted on the mobile phone screen, and soon a public information appeared on the mobile phone screen.

"The passion for cooking? It's just a desire to gain higher power and interests.

This lady will soon let you transfer all your passion and desire to me!

I don't believe it yet! Is there any man who can escape from the palm of my lady's hand?

Soon you will be used by me to die like my ex-boyfriends, and then thrown away by me like a ragged rag!"

Chidao Himeko poked the screen hard.

There is a photo of Qian Chen on the screen...

IGO's work efficiency is very high. Before Qian Chen walked out of the IGO building, he sent a message on his special mobile phone, asking him to go directly to the front desk to get the qualification certificate of a five-star chef.

This qualification certificate is actually something commemorative similar to a certificate.

When he turned on his phone, the public information he left in IGO had been updated. The chef's level column had five golden stars directly appeared from the original blank.

Qian Chen came to the front desk and received a transparent board with a size of A4, similar to crystal, and a half-finger thicker than a transparent board.

The crystal panel is made of golden characters carved with basic information such as Qian Chen’s age and cooking faction that he became a five-star chef.

Qian Chen touched it and found that the surface of the crystal panel was smooth, and these golden characters were actually sealed directly inside the crystal panel.

This prevents the direct exposure of the golden characters to the air and prevents various possible wear and tear.

It can be said that as long as the crystal panel is not damaged, the golden characters inside can be stored for a considerable period of time.

From these small details, IGO's intentions are shown.

Now it is the age of 5G networks, and chefs’ information will be directly entered into the IGO database.

For the chef himself, the commemorative significance of this crystal block is greater than its practical significance.

Despite this, IGO still carefully made this crystal panel.

Various details show that the senior executives of IGO are very clear that their relationship with the chefs complements each other, so they do their best to treat everything about the chefs.

No wonder this organization can slowly develop into a world-class behemoth.

Qian Chen was thinking about things while walking towards the gate. At this time, a blonde figure stopped him and shouted.

"Qian Chen! I'm going to challenge you now!"

Not who is this guy Takmi?

Qian Chen couldn't help but feel the urge to hold his forehead.
Chapter completed!