Yu Qiquan inspected the kitchen, and at his request, all kinds of ingredients finally barely met the standards.

Don’t underestimate this standard. If the chefs here were not all first-class chefs, I’m afraid that all the ingredients would not necessarily meet the standard after wasting them.

There is also a big gap between first-class chefs and first-class chefs.

Some first-level chefs are close to masters in terms of skills alone. Some first-level chefs may not be as good as some top second-level chefs.

After all, there are also some luck in this chef level exam. Some people are a little bit unlucky and can't become first-class chefs.

Of course, the first-level chefs in Fenghe Building are all the ones with high-level chefs. In general restaurants, they can serve as the chief chef.

However, even at their level, preparing these ingredients almost failed to meet the standards.

This is the gap between first-class chefs and chef masters, which is fully reflected here.

It is not ordinary difficult for a first-level chef to prepare ingredients for cooking master dishes.

In fact, the chefs here have not not worked with chef masters, but have also been chefs to chef masters. But that time there was no difficulty this time.

The reason is that the standards here are stricter. But what is more important is that they handled it all by themselves this time, and there was no guidance from the chef master on the side.

Although the process was tortuous, at least all the ingredients were processed.

The other chefs were relieved. They finally completed their work and the rest was much easier.

Only Yu Qiquan dared not relax at all, and even said that he was even more nervous. The next thing was his master cooking, but his master's condition and physical condition made him feel at all.

However, there is no way out to go to this point.

Yu Qiquan came to the place where Mr. Jiang rested.

"Master."

Old Jiang opened his eyes.

"The ingredients are all ready?" Mr. Jiang asked.

"Master, the ingredients are all ready." Yu Qiquan said.

"Yeah, OK!"

Mr. Jiang stood up, meticulously sorted out the chef's clothes on his body, smoothed out all the wrinkles, and then said, "Let's go down."

Yu Qiquan followed Mr. Jiang, looked at Mr. Jiang's hunched back without saying a word.

Mr. Jiang walked very slowly, but every step was very powerful. He tried hard to stand up with his hunched body, tried hard to stand up straight, and used all his strength.

When we arrived at the kitchen, all the chefs stood on both sides, waiting quietly, as if we were welcoming their king.

Mr. Jiang looked at the kitchen with memories and feelings in his eyes.

Today, perhaps it was the last time he came to this kitchen as a chef. Today, it was also the last time he cooked dishes in this kitchen. Today, it would also be the last official banquet in his career as a chef.

Mr. Jiang stood at the kitchen door and felt a little afraid to step in.

This kitchen carries too much youth, sweat and memories. It can even be said that most of his time in the second half of his life is spent in this kitchen.

He witnessed the change of this kitchen, from immature to maturity, and his participation in every step.

Now he is leaving and comes to the kitchen again, and no longer as a chef.

Mr. Jiang felt sad that he had said goodbye to his old friend, and he felt reluctant to leave.

"Master." Yu Qiquan shouted softly.

This gentle sentence awakened Mr. Jiang from his memories.

Yu Qiquan felt a little unbearable. He watched his master fall into memories, and he couldn't bear to interrupt it. But time didn't wait for anyone. If he let his master recall, it would be too late. So he had to wake up his master cruelly.

Mr. Jiang came to his senses and his eyes were as always, sweeping over the chefs present with seriousness. This was the last battle, and he had to do his best.

All the chefs in the kitchen were nervous when Mr. Jiang glanced over. This gaze was so familiar that they all formed conditioned reflexes.

"Next, we have to work hard for everyone." Old Jiang said.

"No, no, no, no!" The chefs in the kitchen answered repeatedly.

Mr. Jiang walked towards the kitchen with firm steps and walked straight towards the stove he used to use.

He reached out to touch the stove, but the temperature was still familiar.

"Old friend, we have to fight side by side again." Old Jiang whispered.

"Bang!"

Mr. Jiang lit the flames of the stove, and the stove seemed to respond to Mr. Jiang's words.

As the sound of flames rang out, the kitchen began to get busy for a moment.

This sound of flames was like a signal, like a charge horn on the battlefield.

……………………

Jiang Yang went out.

The place where the sword seal banquet was in Fenghelou, and Jiangyang was familiar with it, so he went straight to Fenghelou without using map navigation.

In fact, the initial address was not from Fenghelou, but in another place. From the address, it should be Mr. Jiang’s hometown.

However, for some reason, four days ago, the address was suddenly changed to Fenghelou.

In fact, the initial address was in Mr. Jiang's hometown because Mr. Jiang didn't want to do it too much and did not want to mobilize others. In addition, he was in his hometown at that time, so he planned to hold this sword-sealing banquet in his hometown.

Later, after several discussions, Mr. Jiang decided to hold a larger sword banquet and invite more people. The hometown lacked cooking conditions, so he changed the address to Fenghelou.

Of course, in addition to the good cooking conditions of Fenghelou, it is also because Fenghelou was founded and promoted by Mr. Jiang. For Mr. Jiang, Fenghelou is like a child. It is perfect to hold his sword seal banquet here.

It was not early for Jiang Yang to come to Fenghelou, and some of them were earlier than him. They all went in and sat down.

Jiang Yang found that every guest had an invitation on his hand, and the receptionist at the door had to check the invitation when he entered.

Jiang Yang looked at his empty hands and couldn't help but wonder if he had received a fake invitation.

Why do other people have invitations but he doesn't?

However, Jiang Yang didn't care much, maybe he just didn't? After all, Yu Qiquan called him in person. Maybe Yu Qiquan had already said hello and could go in without an invitation.

Jiang Yang walked towards the entrance of Fenghe Building.

Before he could get to the place, a car suddenly stopped at the door.

There is nothing strange about this. There are quite a few vehicles parked in front of Fenghe Building today.

What is strange is the person who walked out of the car.
Chapter completed!