Today, Xiaobao was beaten and the thermos exploded. Uncle Li feels scared just thinking about it now, and he is even more grateful to Jiang Shushu. "Thank you, Comrade Jiang. Xiaobao is the only child of my youngest son and daughter-in-law. If anything happens to Xiaobao, I will not be able to see them." If something happens to Xiaobao, there will be no point in living as an old man like me.
"You're welcome, Grandpa Li. Where are your other children?" If there is a younger son, there must be an older son. They are all old, weak and sick, so the other children must come back to take care of them.
Uncle Li sighed deeply, "They all sacrificed their lives. I have three sons, and they all joined the army. My eldest and second sons participated in the Anti-Japanese War, but they both failed to survive the battlefield. I wanted to stop my youngest son from joining the army, but he liked it and I couldn't stop him. He even found a daughter-in-law who was a soldier. Two years ago, the couple sacrificed their lives one after another while participating in a mission, leaving behind only the child Xiaobao." Uncle Li said with tears in his eyes.
Jiang Shushu didn't know what to say when he looked at the sad old man. All he felt was sympathy and admiration. This family was definitely full of loyal heroes!
Seeing that Uncle Li was still not recovered, Jiang Shushu said something to him and went into the house to sweep away the debris and broken glass. Then he saw the brewed malted milk on the table.
Jiang Shushu hesitated for 10 seconds, then took out the Nine Heavens Mysterious Deer Milk and dropped a drop into the malted milk.
Regardless of the fact that his grandfather had been a soldier or the 12 years of education he had received, Jiang Shushu had respect and admiration for the soldiers of this era. What's more, Uncle Li's family was full of loyal heroes. Jiang Shushu felt even more sympathetic towards the old, weak, sick and disabled grandparents and grandchildren.
Now the old man is just sick, and the neighbors are starting to get restless. If something really happens to Uncle Li, the children's life will probably be even more difficult. The Li family has been working for the country and the people, and their father and children should not end up like this.
Jiang Shushu handed the malted milk to Uncle Li, "Uncle Li, this is what Xiaobao made for you. It's a token of his love. Please drink it. You're sick now, so you really need more nutrition. Only if you take good care of yourself can you take better care of Xiaobao, and others won't dare to bully Xiaobao."
Uncle Li originally wanted to give the malted milk to Xiaobao, but after hearing what Jiang Shushu said, and thinking that he was just sick and others dared to bully his grandson, he drank the malted milk without saying a word.
"Comrade Jiang is right. I need to take good care of my health and support Xiaobao."
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When Jiang Shushu returned to the guesthouse, Han Ri and Zhang Yao immediately looked at her with questioning eyes.
"I've found out. Li Minghao is 42 years old and a first-class chef... He doesn't have any dietary restrictions, so there's nothing to worry about. But he pays special attention to the presentation of his dishes. No matter what he prepares, his presentation is always eye-catching. His philosophy is to make customers not only enjoy the food, but also the view."
Zhang Yao, who is usually careless and only cares about taste: "..." Fortunately I asked about it, otherwise I would have lost face this year?
Han Ri: "..." If I didn't know it was a pure coincidence, I would have suspected that the three judges had a grudge against Chef Zhang. Do you think it was such a coincidence? Chef Zhang's luck is really unlucky.
Jiang Shushu looked at the two silent people without saying anything. Zhang Yao only cared about the taste and didn't care much about the appearance. Jiang Shushu also knew it.
"Thank you, Xiao Jiang. The information you found out is very useful. Don't worry, I will definitely get this certificate back."
"I believe in you, Chef Zhang. Your cooking is the best I've ever tasted. Keep it up!"
Han Ri: "I believe in you too, Chef Zhang, you will definitely win, come on!"
Early the next morning, the three of them rushed to the competition venue in high spirits.
When we arrived at the competition venue, the area was completely blocked.
“There are so many people, and so many chefs participating in the competition.”
"The chefs who come to participate are at least at the Special Level 3. The level of the competition is very high, so it attracts a lot of people. Fortunately, each chef has two spots, so we can go inside to watch and don't have to squeeze here."
The three of them entered the competition venue and found it was indeed much more spacious. Although there were still a lot of people, it was no longer crowded.
A man in a Mao suit stepped forward, holding a loudspeaker. "Good morning, everyone! Welcome to the three-yearly cooking competition. This year, 88 chefs are participating... The competition is divided into two rounds. Today's first round is divided into three smaller rounds... The top ten from each round will be selected, for a total of 30 people who will compete in the next round. Tomorrow, the second round will select the top three..."
The 88 chefs are in for a treat today. They didn’t expect there would be such a good thing. They, the followers, can eat the dishes cooked by the chefs for free.
"Advanced cooking skills often lie in the simplest dishes. Please use the limited ingredients on the table to create a delicious dish in 40 minutes or less. Now, please invite chefs numbered 1 to 30 to enter the competition."
Zhang Yao was number 66, so he sat there without moving. Jiang Shushu saw 30 chefs walk onto the stage and then choose their favorite ingredients on the table. Suddenly, the sound of "dangdangdang" of cutting vegetables was heard, and soon, all kinds of aromas wafted out from the competition table.
Jiang Shushu took a deep breath and felt even hungrier.
It smells so good! It must be delicious. I was right to skip breakfast this morning.
When the 40 minutes are up, the chefs on stage stop cooking. Three judges come on stage to taste the food. Whoever the judges likes the most gets to have their ten stickers stuck on their desk.
When Jiang Jiayou was tasting the food, Jiang Shushu stared at him deliberately, paying special attention to which dish he ate the most and which he ate the least.
In less than ten minutes, the top ten in the first round were announced.
After the judges finished tasting, the remaining dishes were also brought down. Jiang Shushu took a closer look at the dishes that Jiang Jiayou was eating.
I found that the dishes he ate less were extremely spicy ones, and the ones he voted for the most were the ones that were not very spicy.
Maybe Jiang Jiayou's mouth ulcer hasn't healed yet? We'll see what happens next time.
The top ten in the second sub-field were also announced, and Jiang Shushu also confirmed that Jiang Jiayou's mouth ulcer had not healed.
Jiang Shushu told Zhang Yao about his discovery.
"Chefs No. 60 to 88, please come to the stage."
Jiang Shushu and Han Ri said in unison: "Come on, Chef Zhang!"
A new round of "dangdangdang" sounded. Jiang Shushu and Han Ri looked at the stage nervously and saw that every chef was very confident and calm.
Han Ri, who was originally very confident, suddenly became nervous, "Xiao Jiang, Chef Zhang should be okay, right?"
Jiang Shushu: "..." I'm actually not sure either. It's just that the chefs here are so talented. I've tried dozens of dishes, and each one was unique. The 28 chefs on stage all looked so confident, it was hard to tell.
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