In the training class of the Imperial Capital Chef Association.

"After layer of screening, you have stayed for the time being. But don't think that you will not be eliminated like this. You are only temporary. When there are better people in the future, you will also be eliminated. If you want to never be eliminated, try to be the best."

Ren Pengcheng on the stage said, looking at the people standing.

"The training is temporarily over." Ren Pengcheng announced.

"yeah!"

A depressing cheer sounded below. They had been withering for too long and couldn't help but be excited when they heard the news.

Ren Pengcheng on the stage smiled and said, "I'll tell you another good news, and you will go to your first mission next."

Ren Pengcheng's words made these young chefs' eyes shine.

They are the chefs of the young state banquet! What does the first mission mean? The state banquet! We are going to cook the state banquet!

How can this not make them excited?

Repressing their excitement, they continued to listen to Pengcheng.

"The content of this mission is very simple. This time, when Japan visited China, a group of Japanese chefs came to learn from China's cuisine. In fact, they came to show off their power. Everyone knows that in the world, the status of Japanese cuisine is higher than that of China's cuisine. Of course, I won't say much about the reason for the high."

Ren Pengcheng said.

His words made the young chefs below me think. In fact, why the international status is not as good as that, it is not that Chinese cuisine is not good, nor that Chinese chefs are not good. On the contrary, in this world, it is really impossible to find dishes that can be found that are comparable to Chinese cuisine.

Why? Because Chinese cuisine has a variety of cooking methods, a variety of flavors, and a variety of ingredients used, they are incomparable to dishes from other countries. This is the 5,000-year heritage of China, so how can it be easily compared?

The reason why Chinese cuisine is worse than that is more due to some reasons than cooking.

Ren Pengcheng continued: "After consultation between the two parties, we decided to hold a friendly exchange competition. Of course, the chefs in the competition are all young chefs, and the older generation of chefs will not participate. Your first task is to win this exchange competition beautifully and suppress the Japanese chefs!"

When everyone heard this, they were all excited.

Although it is not the state banquet as imagined, it can be regarded as bringing glory to the country. As passionate young people, how could they not be excited?

"Are you confident of completing this mission?" Ren Pengcheng said loudly.

"have!"

Everyone answered together.

Ren Pengcheng nodded with satisfaction, said a few more words of encouragement, and left.

These young chefs stopped where they were, and each of them felt inexplicably using a force in their hearts, as if there was an invisible halo above their heads.

Ren Pengcheng quickly walked towards the office. The task came very suddenly, and he was not ready for it.

Originally, the training could not have ended so early, and he did not intend to leave so many people behind, but today's sudden documents forced him to finish the training in advance.

Ren Pengcheng was not worried about competing with Japanese chefs. Chinese chefs are not so easy to be defeated.

He now has to go back to the office to clean up and go to a place to discuss the specific process of the next exchange competition. As the president of the Chefs Association, he must be present in such a thing.

He looked at an unopened file bag on his desk, which contained information about Ren Bao'e.

Ren Pengcheng asked someone to check it, and sent it this morning. After Ren Pengcheng received it, he received the document above before he had time to take a look.

It doesn’t matter if Ren Bao’e’s information is read again afterwards. The most important thing now is to do a good job in the exchange competition.

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"Huh~ I'm so tired!" Jiang Yang said, wiping his sweat.

"I've been so tired after just a while?" Meng Wanqiu joked.

"No, no, no, you are too awesome, my waist is sore now." Jiang Yang said.

Meng Wanqiu put down the badminton racket in her hand, handed a dry towel to Jiang Yang and said, "I was from the badminton school team when I was in college. Come on, wipe my sweat."

Jiang Yang took it and wiped the sweat from his forehead and neck.

"No wonder! I said why I ran all over the field, you didn't move much," said Jiang Yang.

"This is technology. Okay, drink some water and wait for a while." Meng Wanqiu handed Jiang Yang the mineral water that had just unscrewed the bottle cap.

Jiang Yang sat on the lounge chair in the stadium and poured two big mouthfuls of water in, and immediately felt much more comfortable.

Today, Meng Wanqiu asked Jiang Yang to come out to play basketball together, and took advantage of Jiang Yang's time to be free.

Meng Wanqiu was wearing a sportswear that was relatively loose, but it also showed some of her beautiful figure.

Unlike his usual dressing, this is the first time Jiang Yang has seen Meng Wanqiu wearing sportswear, of course it is not counted when he was in junior high school.

As soon as the two met, they sucked Jiang Yang's eyes. Meng Wanqiu, wearing sportswear, was young and beautiful and energetic, and compared to usual, she had a little more sunshine.

When he arrived at the stadium just now, Jiang Yang was thinking that he was a big man, and he would give in to Meng Wanqiu a little while playing basketball later. After all, his physical fitness is much better than Meng Wanqiu.

However, when he started playing basketball, Jiang Yang knew that his idea was completely wrong. Meng Wanqiu's ball skills crushed Jiang Yang, and all kinds of high balls, small balls and lobs made Jiang Yang overwhelmed.

So the field became a part, Jiangyang ran all over the field, and Meng Wanqiu seemed to have not moved much.

After two hours of playing, Jiang Yang sweated heavily, but Meng Wanqiu seemed to be fine, her face was not red or breathless. If she hadn't been sweating, Jiang Yang would have thought she had played a fake ball.

Jiang Yang is okay in basketball, but he is a little confused. In his impression, playing badminton is the kind of thing you play high and I play high and back. As for the kind of killing balls you come back and forth, you can only see it in TV games.

I never expected that Meng Wanqiu's badminton skills were so powerful. Jiang Yang could only see many of the skills on TV, but Meng Wanqiu could do it.

Badminton is not a direct physical confrontation, so although Jiang Yang's physical fitness is far superior to Meng Wanqiu, it is useless.

"Are you ready to rest?" Meng Wanqiu said with a smile.

"I've had a rest." Jiang Yang stood up and said.

"Then let's continue!" Meng Wanqiu said with a sly smile.

Jiang Yang's face suddenly frowned, come again?

"Puchi, don't worry, I will teach you how to fight this time." Meng Wanqiu said.

When Jiang Yang heard that it was not a fight, he nodded quickly.

If this continues, he will have to lie down today.

When the two returned to the court, Meng Wanqiu began to teach Jiang Yang to play badminton. From how to hold the racket, to how to move, how to exert force, etc.

Meng Wanqiu taught Jiang Yang step by step, but Jiang Yang seemed a little stupid. He even learned how to hold the racket for a long time.

"Mom, look at that brother is so stupid. That sister can't learn it after teaching it for so long." A little girl said.

"The brother did not know it on purpose." said the little girl's mother.

The little girl tilted her head and stared at her big eyes and asked, "Why can't I learn it on purpose? When my teacher and I learned it, I hope I can learn it all at once."

The little girl's mother touched her head and said, "You will know when you grow up."
Chapter completed!