Ren Pengcheng sat in the office, looking at the latest document.

He became the president of this chef association to break through the boundaries of chef masters, but since he was sitting in this position, he had to take responsibility for this position.

The Chefs Association is responsible for a lot of things, such as the latest document issued by the above.

There is something about state banquets.

This is the highest-level banquet and the highest honor for Chinese chefs. Those who can cook at state banquets are all masters of cooking, and even the chefs are top chefs.

It is impossible for a state banquet to cook at a state banquet without a master of cooking.

In fact, the Chefs Association has always been responsible for the state banquet. Whether it is the chefs' convening, the purchasing of ingredients or the arrangement of banquets, the Chefs Association is responsible for the chefs' association.

The latest document in Ren Pengcheng's hand is roughly:

Cultivate a group of young state banquet chefs and cook at the next state banquet.

Of course, the specific content is not as good as just two pages of A4 paper.

This is simple, but it is really difficult to operate.

Ren Pengcheng was also very worried about this.

According to the normal process, after the young chef's cooking skills reach a level, a chef will take them to the state banquet cooking, although it is just a start.

However, after a few times, these chefs became familiar with the various rules and requirements of state banquets. When they became a master of cooking at state banquets, they would not be blind and would not understand anything.

There are many state banquets, state banquets, rules and requirements, unlike ordinary banquets.

Now the above said that it is too difficult to train a group of young state banquet chefs. It is like a baby who can't even climb, so he has to run a hundred-meter hurdle.

Of course, why should we train young state banquet chefs be trained? The documents also state clearly.

It is to show the new look of the Chinese chef industry today and let people in the world see the level of young Chinese chefs. This is also a way to show national strength.

The fuse was actually last year's National Youth Cooking Competition. Although this competition has always been around, this is the first time it has been shown to the public.

Ren Pengcheng knew that this task could not be rejected, so he could only find a way to complete it.

Fortunately, it is not unavailable in his hands.

He has records of the outstanding young chefs in the competition last year. At that time, one by one, he will send invitations and train them in the elimination system, and always train several state banquet chefs. Especially the top chefs in the competition have the potential to become masters. As long as you train more, there should be no problem.

Ren Pengcheng made up his mind and gave the specific details to the people below to do. He only needed to control the general direction.

After thinking about it, he put down the paper and took the paper and started to think.

There has never been a clue to the method of breakthrough, and Ren Pengcheng also doubts whether there is no more than the master?

Has the road to cooking come to an end?

Ren Pengcheng thought to himself with a little sadness.

No! There is no end to learning, and the road to cooking is endless! There must be a way above the master, but I haven’t found it now!

Ren Pengcheng gave himself a firm belief in his heart.

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Jiang Yang received a call from Meng Wanqiu shortly after he got up.

"Hello?"

Jiang Yang just got up and was still a little confused.

"Jiangyang, don't you want to learn driving? I signed up for you." Meng Wanqiu said.

"Learn to drive?" Jiang Yang's tone was full of questions.

"You won't forget it, right?" Meng Wanqiu said suspiciously.

Jiang Yang was shocked and suddenly recalled that he seemed to have said that he had learned to take the driving test for his driving license.

"Forgot? How is that possible! I have always remembered it!" Jiang Yang said immediately.

"Really?" Meng Wanqiu's tone was also slowly suspicious.

"Of course. Did you sign up for me? Which driving school did you sign up for?" Jiang Yang asked.

Jiang Yang still knows about the driving school. This is thanks to the driving school coaches who tirelessly set up stalls at the school gate when Jiang Yang was in college. Jiang Yang still remembers that he was being introduced by many driving schools.

Although those driving schools have various discounts and various conditions that make people excited when they hear it, it’s a pity that Jiangyang had no money at that time, so I just listened to these things and didn’t sign up.

"I didn't apply for a driving school." Meng Wanqiu said on the phone.

"Didn't sign up?" Jiang Yang was a little confused. He doubted whether he had not woken up and had auditory hallucinations.

"I signed up." Meng Wanqiu said.

Jiang Yang was even more confused when he heard this.

"What the hell is going on? I was confused when you said it." Jiang Yang said.

"Do you remember that I told you before, asking you to find a coach? I told her that she happened to have time, so she promised to teach you. But she does not belong to any driving school. You don't have to worry about the exam. I will let you get affiliated with a driving school and take the exam." Meng Wanqiu explained.

Jiang Yang understood, that is, he didn't have to go to the driving school and found a coach for himself alone.

"I understand, when will I go to practice driving?" Jiang Yang asked.

"Now, I'll pick you up later. You pack up and I'll take you there." Meng Wanqiu said.

"Now?" Jiang Yang screamed in surprise.

"That's right, you can clean up quickly." Meng Wanqiu said.

"Okay, I'll pack up right away."

"Well, bye bye, see you later." Meng Wanqiu hung up the phone.

Jiang Yang suddenly bounced off the bed and immediately started to pack up.

Meng Wanqiu said immediately, it must be right away. If you don’t clean up quickly, you will definitely not be able to clean up. Jiang Yang doesn’t want to show his sloppy side to Meng Wanqiu.

Not long after Jiang Yang had packed up, a horn sound came from downstairs.

Jiang Yang poked his head out of the window and happened to see Meng Wanqiu's car.

Jiang Yang went downstairs and opened the door and walked out.

"Let's go." Meng Wanqiu said.

"I'll lock the door right away." Jiang Yang said.

In the car, Jiang Yang wanted to ask questions several times, but he didn't know how to ask.

"What's wrong? He looks like he wants to speak but stops." Meng Wanqiu asked.

"Late Qiu, do that coach has any hobbies? Do I want me to buy a pack of good cigarettes and bring them there?" Jiang Yang thought about it and asked.

"Buy cigarettes?" Meng Wanqiu said in surprise.

"Yes, although I don't smoke, it doesn't mean the coach doesn't smoke. It would be so embarrassing to say that I didn't smoke at that time." Jiang Yang said.

After hearing this, Meng Wanqiu almost laughed.

She smiled and said, "No need to bring cigarettes, she doesn't smoke."

Jiang Yang nodded and asked again: "So do I want to give a red envelope? I heard from my classmates that some coaches teach differently."

Meng Wanqiu shook her head and said, "No, don't worry, I've made all arrangements."

"But I feel a little embarrassed to always ask you to do it. I think I can handle the coach by myself." Jiang Yang said.

Meng Wanqiu asked with interest: "How are you going to deal with her?"

Jiang Yang said confidently: "Simple, everyone is a man, and they like only those things, games, novels, cars, and women. Although I don't know what he likes, I can always know if I try the same thing."

"Okay, then you can try it the same way then." Meng Wanqiu said.

The reason why Jiang Yang is like this is that he doesn’t want to rely entirely on Meng Wanqiu for everything. He is a man and should look like a man.

The car was getting more and more remote, and soon came to the suburbs of Chengdu.

"Late autumn, you shouldn't have taken the wrong path, right? This is the suburb." Jiang Yang asked.
Chapter completed!