Lin Cuiping didn't care why. Her heart soared from the bottom of the valley to the sky. She was more excited than if she had bought the most beautiful clothes. "I said Song Shan would definitely win! He is the champion!"

At the competition, several other chefs were incredulous, especially the chef from Beijing North, who directly stood up to question the result of the competition: "Judges, please give us an explanation, the way this dish is made is wrong!"

Mr. Cao Xin'ang, the oldest and most respected chef, one of the first batch of top-grade chefs in the country and the chef who was once responsible for receiving guests at the Great Hall of the People, pointed at the dish and said, "I don't need to explain whether it is good or not. Anyone who is not convinced can come and try it."

The chefs did not hesitate and all gathered around. After eating a few bites, they all fell silent again.

The chef from Beijing lowered his head, put down his chopsticks, and said to the camera: "I am convinced."

The remaining three chefs did not speak, but like the referee, they all took a second bite of the dish with their chopsticks. Their actions proved that Song Shan's dish was indeed good and he was the well-deserved champion!

At this time, Mr. Cao Xin'ang explained to the camera: "The cooking methods are invented by people. There is no fixed rule on how to cook. Continuously improving based on existing ingredients is the direction in which we chefs should improve. This dish adds pork legs and winter bamboo shoots, which makes it more fresh. Moreover, these two ingredients are easier to carve, making the dish look more pleasing to the eye."

No one would question Mr. Cao, and the remaining contestants had no objection to the evaluation results.

Li Chuchu stared at the TV, her eyes fixed in shock. She pointed at the TV, then at Xie Yunshu: "No, your chef really won? The champion? And the champion with 99 points?!"

This one is more valuable than the chefs of the previous session!

Chen Jingxue smiled and said, "Yunshu, congratulations."

Su Qinglian stood up and prepared to rush to the bedroom: "I'll pack my things and prepare to go to Haicheng..."

Xie Yunshu smiled and held her back: "Mom, the New Year isn't over yet! Besides, Su Bai and I are not going to Haicheng, why are you going there alone? Shan is our friend, even if we don't go to Haicheng Hotel anymore, it's fine if you want to eat these two dishes."

Su Qinglian sat down reluctantly: "Can't I go to Finland? We two sisters haven't met since you got married!"

Li Chuchu was depressed again. She and Chen Jingxue were both from northern Beijing, and her parents' families were all from northern Beijing. She had never seen such a good relationship between her mother-in-law and her in-laws. Why were Xie Yunshu and her daughter so popular with her mother-in-law?

Just as she finished thinking, she saw her father-in-law Commander Shen coming out of the study and said to Xie Yunshu: "After the fifteenth day, all the college students will return to school. Let Mingcheng have time to come to our house for dinner. I asked someone to bring seafood from Qingcheng."

Li Chuchu was completely out of breath. How could she have forgotten that Xie Yunshu had a brother who was the top scorer in the college entrance examination? Her father-in-law kept asking people to come over for dinner every other day. How could that be like having three sons? If someone wanted to go home for a meal but didn't bring his wife and children, he would be kicked out!

Everyone in front of the TV in Hangzhou started to make a noise.

Lin Cuiping was even more like a champion than Song Shanru. She held her head high, pointed at the people on TV, and said to everyone she met: "This is the chef of our restaurant, Haicheng Hai'an Restaurant! You all remember this name, from now on our restaurant will be the best in the country!"

The young man in front of him held it in for a long time, and finally found a way to refute Lin Cuiping's words: "I have never heard of Hai'an Hotel. Such a great chef must have worked in a state-owned hotel. How can he still work in your hotel?"

Lin Cuiping's smile froze for a moment, then she quickly raised her head again: "So what? Even if we go to the Great Hall of the People to cook, we are from Hai'an Hotel!"

All the disturbances seemed to have nothing to do with Song Shan, and the only thing in his eyes was the point-and-shoot camera.

No matter what others said or praised her, she still did not feel relieved. For her, there was only one reason for participating in this competition, and that was to win the camera and give it to Lin Cuiping.

Just because she said that what she wanted most was a camera, she wanted it so I tried hard to give it to her.

This time, more reporters wanted to interview Song Shan. When he came out of the competition studio, he was surrounded by many people and walked away with difficulty, protecting the prize in his arms.

Lin Cuiping waved to her: "Song Shan, this way!"

Song Shan's eyes lit up, like a puppy that finally found its owner. He pushed everyone aside and ran to Lin Cuiping, then put the camera in her arms: "Here you go."

Lin Cuiping didn't think much about it. She thought she would help her carry it, so she stuffed it into her big bag and stood next to Song Shanru, looking like a head of the family. "Don't worry, everyone. I'm the manager of Hai'an Hotel. If you want to interview our chefs, you can come and ask questions one by one."

After she finished speaking, she pulled Song Shan again and whispered, "Answer whatever they ask. Remember to mention Hai'an Hotel several times and make the hotel's location clear at the end. This is a good time to advertise!"

Song Shan didn't like facing reporters, and he didn't like microphones and cameras, but when Lin Cuiping opened the door, he stood there like a wooden man and cooperated much more than in the preliminary round.

Several reporters immediately seized the opportunity to ask questions: "Song 땢志, when did you start learning cooking?"

"Why do you want to add taro and bamboo shoots to the dish 누놇百鸟朝凤?"

"Will you work at Hai'an Hotel in the future? As far as we know, Hai'an Hotel is a fast food restaurant. Working here won't help your cooking skills, right?"

Song Shan answered the other questions fairly well, except for the last question, which he answered seriously and firmly: "I will work at Hai'an Hotel. Our hotel is not just a fast food restaurant. We have roast duck, beer chicken, and more dishes in the future. You can come and try them. I won't let you down."

Because of this problem, Song Shan finally found an opportunity to explain the location of Hai'an Hotel word by word.

In fact, although Lin Cuiping refuted what the young man said, she soon realized that a small restaurant could not accommodate a competition champion. She knew that Song Shan was not the kind of person who changed his mind frequently.

But she had no reason to stop Song Shan from going to a better place to develop. She just wanted to let 놛 leave later, at least until 놛 could bring out two more apprentices, and then let her earn more money for the restaurant because of the title of champion...

So she didn't expect Song Shan to say directly in front of all the reporters that he would go to Hai'an Hotel.

On the way back to the guesthouse, Lin Cuiping asked, "Why do you suddenly want to participate in the chef competition? As far as I know, the chefs who entered the finals last year all went to state-owned hotels and became head chefs."