Yang Kaizhong looked at the middle-aged man in front of him with a complicated expression.

"It's you." Yang Kaizhong said.

"I'm so surprised?" the middle-aged man said calmly.

"Surprised, but it was also expected. I didn't expect you to have reached this point." Yang Kaizhong sighed.

"Ren Pengcheng, I wonder what Mr. Jiang knew about it," said Yang Kaizhong.

Ren Pengcheng's face changed and he said in a deep voice: "Teacher Yang, Master will be proud of me."

They had long known about the relationship between Ren Pengcheng and Yang Kaizhong.

Ren Pengcheng, the most genius chef twenty years ago, was under Master Jiang Dehui and obtained a letter of recommendation from the Sichuan Chefs Association. With this letter of recommendation, he traveled all over the country and studied under many masters.

It can be said that Ren Pengcheng's talent is not as good as Jiang Yang and Long Yun'anchai, who are now in the limelight. In that era, all young chefs lived under the shadow of Ren Pengcheng, and no one except him dared to be a genius!

Unfortunately, Ren Pengcheng was short-lived and soon disappeared from people's sight. No one knew where he went.

Yang Kaizhong looked at Ren Pengcheng. The genius was back, but now he is no longer a junior, but is standing at the same level as himself.

"That method cannot be revealed, so I will do my best." Yang Kaizhong said.

"Teacher, you can't save it. Now so many people know that the chefs' association cannot save it." Ren Pengcheng said.

"Hmph! If I can't save it, I will destroy it!" Yang Kaizhong snorted coldly.

"Teacher, if you want to destroy it, you won't compete with me." Ren Pengcheng sighed.

"Teacher, why are you sticking to that method? Why don't you take it out?" Ren Pengcheng asked.

"No! You don't know the harm, I don't blame you. That thing really cannot be revealed. Pengcheng, you are a good child, stop. What's wrong with the chef master? Why do you have to pursue a higher level?" Yang Kaizhong persuaded him earnestly.

"Teacher, pursuing a higher level of cooking skills is my ideal, and I cannot give up." Ren Pengcheng said.

"That's useless to say more. I hope I can stop you!" Yang Kaizhong sighed.

The cooking competition officially begins!

…………

"I lost." Yang Kaizhong sighed and fainted on the ground.

"President! President!"

Ren Pengcheng's face was complicated, and a trace of unbearableness flashed, and then he became firmer.

As the days passed, the Chefs Association changed, a "young" president came to power, while the old president Yang Kaizhong retired.

The transition was very dull, there was no turbulence, and everything was natural.

Every time I change the intrigue and intrigues will not happen, which is undoubtedly a miracle.

…………

When Mr. Jiang received the news, Ren Pengcheng had already become the president.

His complex expression was then sighed heavily.

Everything that happened seemed to have nothing to do with Jiang Yang.

Jiangyang still continues to be salted fish, open for business and cook every day, and lives a peaceful and comfortable life.

On that day, Zhou Wei came to Jiangyang store. He came very late, and it was time for Jiangyang to close.

It is naturally impossible for Jiang Yang to drive him out.

"Yozi, are there any dishes? Just get some for me and I'll starve to death!"

"There are still some potatoes, do you want to eat them?" Jiang Yang said.

"You have to eat."

"Then you wait, I'll do it."

After a while, Zhou Wei started eating wildly with his rice bowl in his arms.

"How many days have you not eaten? Why are you so hungry?" Jiang Yang said.

"Don't mention it, I haven't had a meal all day today, so I'm so busy. By the way, pour me a glass of water." Zhou Wei said.

"Gulu~Gulu~"

"Huh~ it's great!" Zhou Wei shouted.

"I haven't had a meal for a day?" Jiang Yang said in surprise.

"Yes, the projects you are responsible for are quite complicated recently, and you work overtime every night. Today I don't have time to eat." Zhou Wei arrived.

Jiang Yang sat opposite him and said, "No matter how busy you are, you must pay attention to your health. You still have to eat food."

"Gulu~Gulu~"

Zhou Wei took a few more sips of water.

"It's been easier after just a few days."

"What kind of project you have, it's still busy with the Chinese New Year," Jiang Yang asked.

"There is no way, this project is quite special." Zhou Wei said.

"Okay, then I won't ask."

"Um."

"Then will you come tomorrow night? If you come here, I will leave you food tomorrow." Jiang Yang said.

"No, I'm not sure I can't get through tomorrow." Zhou Wei muttered while eating.

Jiang Yang ignored him and came on his own while playing with his cell phone.

"Oh! By the way, do you know that Meng Wanqiu has encountered difficulties recently?" Zhou Wei asked suddenly.

Jiang Yang was stunned and shook his head and said, "I don't know, she didn't tell me. What's going on?"

"I don't know much about the specifics. It seems that she encountered some trouble when she opened a restaurant." Zhou Wei said.

Restaurant? Jiang Yang remembered that on the eve of the final, Meng Wanqiu told her about this and invited him to work in the restaurant.

In other words, has she been busy with restaurant affairs over the years?

"Oh." Jiang Yang responded.

"Oh? You're it?" Zhou Wei was surprised.

"What about that?" Jiang Yang asked back.

"You don't have any other reaction?" Zhou Wei said.

"Let's talk about it." Jiang Yang said.

Zhou Wei shrugged. He couldn't understand what the relationship between Jiang Yang and Meng Wanqiu was now.

Anyway, it would be great if Jiang Yang told the news. He got the news that Meng Wanqiu's restaurant business was extremely bleak, and now she is busy every day.

After dinner, Zhou Wei was about to leave. It was still late.

"Yozi left, wait until I finish my work and treat you to dinner." Zhou Wei said.

Jiang Yang: "I'm not asking me to dinner."

"Hey, I bring my own ingredients."

Zhou Wei left, and Jiang Yang pulled down the roller shutter door.

Lying on the bed, Jiang Yang covered the light with his palms, and the light leaking between his fingers was a little dazzling.

Did Meng Wanqiu encounter difficulties? Why didn’t she tell me? How should she help her?

Jiang Yang became more and more irritable when he thought about it. He wanted to help but didn't know how to help.

After thinking about it for a while, Jiang Yang turned off the lights. In the darkness, there was only the glimmer of the phone. On the screen was Jiang Yang and Meng Wanqiu's release: Good night!

…………

"Dongdong!"

"Late Qiu! Haven't you been asleep yet?" Meng's mother knocked on the door and walked in.

Meng Wanqiu sat in front of the computer.

"Mom, I'll go to bed later." Meng Wanqiu said with a smile.

"It's getting late, so it's better to go to bed early. Things can be done tomorrow, and health is important." Meng Mu said.

"Well, I know." Meng Wanqiu said.

"Well, if you agree, you must do it." Meng's mother said.

"I know, don't worry." Meng Wanqiu said.
Chapter completed!