"Sir, do you need to drink anything? We have red wine, beer, white wine, and drinks, including cola and juice. What do you need to order?"

Not long after Jiang Yang sat down, someone came to ask.

Jiang Yang thought about it and asked: "Is there any boiled water?"

"some."

"Then give me a glass of boiled water."

"Okay, you wait."

The waiter went down and Jiang Yang looked around.

The environment of Fenghelou has not changed much, and the antique decoration is no big difference from more than a year ago.

The table is distributed in triangles, and the middle is also a simple stage.

There is a layer of red carpet on the stage, surrounded by potted flowers. There is a microphone standing in the center of the stage, and there is nothing extra to do.

In the lobby of Fenghe Building, guests sat on chairs, and those who came and went were all waiters in Fenghe Building.

They either asked the guests about their needs or carried things to and from the tables.

"Sir, your boiled water." The waiter came to Jiangyang with the boiled water.

"Thanks."

Jiang Yang took the water cup and placed it on the table.

"Sir, do you have anything else to need?" the waiter asked.

"Thank you, it's gone for the time being." Jiang Yang said.

"Okay. If you have any other needs in the future, please call us at any time and we will try our best to meet your needs." The waiter said with a smile.

"Okay, I understand." Jiang Yang said.

"Then I wish you a happy meal later." The waiter said, leaving Jiangyang.

This is not only a treatment that Jiang Yang has, but a treatment that every guest who comes in has.

The scene was very quiet. Although it was not enough to hear the needle drop, few people made loud noises. Even when chatting, they would whisper.

In the lobby, there are more waiters than guests.

It doesn't look like a place to hold a banquet, but rather it's like attending some important meeting.

There is no melodious music or host who is active in the live atmosphere. However, the atmosphere here does not seem dull.

Quiet but not dull. Such contradictions appear at the same time, but do not make people feel disharmonious.

There is a faint fragrance in the kitchen, which is very light but very attractive. This is also the reason why everyone is not boring. If you have expectations for delicious food, how can you be boring?

Jiang Yang's nose is more savored than ordinary people. He can smell more than others. Based on these scents alone, he can conclude that today's dishes will definitely not disappoint him.

Speaking of which, Jiang Yang had never tasted the cuisine cooked by Mr. Jiang himself, and this time he finally got a good taste.

As time went by, the other three guests holding invitations on Jiangyang's table arrived one after another.

The three of them arrived almost one after another.

Jiang Yang suddenly discovered an amazing fact, that is, these three guests all looked familiar! It seemed that they had seen it somewhere.

Suddenly, a light of inspiration flashed through Jiang Yang's mind. It seemed that these three people had seen them when he participated in the National Youth Cooking Competition. Of course, the place where the three people were was the judges.

However, what surprised Jiang Yang was that everyone nodded to the middle-aged man, as if they knew the middle-aged man. This scene made Jiang Yang interested in the identity of the middle-aged man, but he did not have the heart to explore.

To be honest, there are a few people who can come here without any identities. If everyone needs to explore, then Jiang Yang doesn’t have to eat anymore because he doesn’t even have time.

Jiang Yang continued to observe here.

Soon, Jiang Yang also found a familiar face at the next table. The people sitting at that table were very familiar to Jiang Yang - Lin Yong, Xu Zheng, Chen Quanzhou, Liao Xiezuo and others.

They all came alone and were all on a table.

Lin Yong obviously also discovered Jiang Yang. He did not sit down and went straight to Jiang Yang.

"Jiang Yang, how do you do this?" Lin Yong asked.

Jiang Yang shrugged and said, "I don't know either, my name is here."

"Is that true? Jiang Yang, come and go to our table, and we will have a good chat." Lin Yong said.

After Lin Yong finished speaking, he suddenly said to the middle-aged man: "President Ren has no objection, right?"

Ren Pengcheng smiled and said, "Where is sitting is everyone's freedom, but the owner has arranged the seats, and it seems a bit bad to suddenly change, right? Are you right? President Lin."

"When it comes to master, can you be the president or an outsider?" Lin Yong said with a smile.

"Of course I am an outsider. Could it be that President Lin thinks I am the master of this place?" Ren Pengcheng said.

"Since President Ren said no, then no." Lin Yong said.

Ren Pengcheng smiled and said nothing.

"Jiang Yang, is it over?" Lin Yong asked.

At this time, another person on the table said, "President Lin, since Mr. Jiang has made such an arrangement, we should not change it at will."

Jiang Yang was about to get up, but this sentence made him sit down again.

Changing without authorization may cause greater trouble to others. Jiang Yang cannot do such a thing.

"Old Lin, I'll sit here. I'll come to you after the banquet is over." Jiang Yang said.

Lin Yong looked at Ren Pengcheng, then looked at Jiang Yang, sighed and said, "Well, you will face it sooner or later. Then you can sit here."

Lin Yong's words made Jiang Yang a little confused, and after Lin Yong said this, he returned to the next table and sat down.

Jiang Yang looked at Ren Pengcheng, and the conversation just now gave him a lot of news.

Mr. Lin called Mr. Ren President Ren. Could it be that Mr. Ren is the president of a chef association?

However, it may also be the president of other things.

Jiang Yang looked at Ren Pengcheng's famous brand and felt a familiar feeling surged up again.

Ren Pengcheng, President! President, Ren Pengcheng!

Jiang Yang repeatedly chewed on the connection between the two, and suddenly a sudden light of inspiration appeared. He remembered why he felt a familiar feeling when he remembered.

I heard before that the president of the Chef Association has been replaced, and the new president is called Ren Pengcheng!

Could this person in front of you be the president of the Chef Association?

Jiang Yang was surprised by his speculation. He couldn't believe that the president of the chef association was actually just a middle-aged man?

This is too young!

It is also possible that it is just a duplicate name. After all, there are too many people in China who have duplicate names, which is just an incredible coincidence.

Although Jiang Yang was unbelievable, he actually believed it 80%. After all, there was no such coincidence. The president of the chefs association was Ren Pengcheng, and the Ren Pengcheng in front of him was also a president. In addition to the performance of the other three people on the same table before, Jiang Yang had to believe 80%.

There are still twenty percent, which is really incredible.
Chapter completed!