Chapter 8

(7)

"I hear you want to see me, Mr. Zhao?"

"I have something to complain about." Zhao Bocheng took up the teapot to pour tea for himself, and also poured a cup to Jing min.

"Complaints?" Jing min sat down opposite him, "please say so."

"Except for the opening day, it seems that none of the dishes I've come to eat these times are made by you."

Jing min was surprised that he could eat it. Jing min can not be like other cooks, always waiting for the kitchen to cook for guests. But every dish on the menu was personally checked by him. He also took great pains to help Uncle Guo and Uncle Wang to correct the mistakes they had made before. Although the taste of this dish is not as good as he made it himself, it is still seven or eight points.

"I have a lot of things to do, so I can't stay in the kitchen to cook all the time. What other cooks in our shop are not satisfied with?"

"I'm really not satisfied. I've said so many good words for you, but you're using other cooks' dishes to kill me. How can I be satisfied?" Zhao Bocheng looked at him with a smile. He had been with his friends several times before. Even if he didn't do it, he didn't say anything.

"Mr. Zhao wants to eat some food today. I'll make it up to you." The Zhao family are very overbearing, Jing min does not want to offend him for the time being.

Jing min went to the kitchen and cooked the dishes ordered by Zhao Bocheng.

After the dish was served, Zhao Bocheng only tasted it and nodded with satisfaction. "It's the taste. You sit down and eat together. I have something to give you."

Things? Jing min sat down to see what he would give himself.

Zhao Bocheng took out a very exquisite invitation card and handed it to Jing min, "this is an invitation letter for you."

After Jing min opened it, it was the invitation letter of the Chinese cup cooking competition, which was the highest culinary competition in China, and its fairness was extremely high. It was almost impossible to have a black curtain. The referees invited important people from all walks of life who were very persistent in food. In addition, there was a public review process. The whole competition process will be broadcast nationwide.

He had the intention to participate in the competition, because he knew that Zheng Junming would certainly participate in the competition. Zhang was one of the regular judges of the competition. He had intended to ask Mr. Zhang to write a recommendation letter for him. Unexpectedly, Zhao Bocheng directly sent him an invitation letter for the competition.

"How could you bother Mr. Zhao to send the invitation in person Jing min knows that the competition has always been sponsored by Zhao's group, but the president of Zhao sent the invitation in person. How could something be wrong?

"I was one of the main judges of the competition. I recommended you to the youth competition and brought you the invitation by the way." Zhao Bocheng looked at Jing min's eyes, as if to see his heart directly, "you can please me, this will be more beneficial to your competition results."

"Isn't this the most fair competition in the country? Why do I have to please the referee to have a good result Jing min and he look at each other, he inexplicably feel that the eyes are very familiar.

"The game is fair, but I'm not sure. I'm not a good man anyway, but..." Zhao Bocheng said with a smile, "I prefer to be partial to you."

According to Jing min's knowledge, Zhao Bocheng should be a person who is very proud and unsmiling. He has a cold face to everyone. When he first saw him there, he did. But since I saw him today, he has always been smiling when he spoke. Is it because he learned the wrong information?

After that, Zhao Bocheng came to Lu Deji more frequently. Most of the time, he came alone. Every time he came alone, he must eat the dishes made by Jing min himself, and let Jing min sit down to eat with him.

The more times Jing min saw him, the more he felt familiar with him. This feeling made him very confused. According to the truth, he never met Zhao Bocheng before he came to this world, and Lu Jingyu himself did not even say a word to him before. Even he began to wonder where the familiarity came from.

What Jing min didn't know was that he was not alone. Zhao Bocheng recalled that he had seen Lu Jingyu before, but his impression was very vague. It was the first time for him to see him officially. At the first sight, he had a sense of deja vu.

When they had breakfast together, Zhao Bocheng could not help but look at him quietly, and found that his appearance and temperament were very in line with his heart, which would make him feel comfortable. Especially that pair of eyes, he liked it very much. When he saw him again, he always had an impulse to kiss his eyes.

Before Zhao Bocheng confirmed his intention, he didn't do anything else except that he asked him to cook and accompany him every time he came to ludeji. He just wanted to see him every day, which became stronger and stronger.

The China Cup cooking competition is held every two years, and is divided into youth group, middle-aged group and elderly group. Each group has a highest award, and then a total champion award.

Zheng Junming has won the first place in the youth group twice, which makes him circle a lot of brain damage powder, but this championship is won by the chef of the old group every time. Ginger is still old and spicy. There is a certain truth in this saying. People have cooked more than ten years of food. This gap is not so easy to make up."BOGO, wait for me. I'll go with you." Qian Xiang got on the car with Zhao Bocheng. He knew that Zhao Bocheng was going to the live broadcast of the cooking contest today to be a judge. So he came to Zhao's house to wait for him to go with him. "Brother Bo, I'll discuss something with you."

"It's not negotiable." Zhao Bocheng said coldly.

"At least listen to what I'm going to say. Really, it's not difficult for you at all." Qian Xiang didn't get Zhao Bocheng's response. He continued to say to himself, "you see, the last time you helped Lu Jingyu talk, you made me lose face in front of Junming. He and I are very good friends, and you are my cousin. How can you help the guy who always confronts him. This time Junming participated in the competition, could you give him a little more preference? "

"Why should I lean towards him? Are you friends with him or not? What does it have to do with me? Also, do you think I'm the judge alone? If he doesn't have the ability, don't take part in the competition. "

"I can't say that. The Zhao family has sponsored this competition for so many years, and you are the successor of Zhao's group. If you prefer Junming, those stubborn old men will give you face. If we have a cousin at all, you can give me such a face. "

"Face you?" Zhao Bocheng turned his head and looked at him with sharp eyes. "Are you still short of the time when you are making mischief outside with my reputation? I warn you for the last time that if you dare to do anything in my name again, I will break your leg! Try it if you don't believe it. "

Qian Xiang was oppressed by Zhao Bocheng's momentum and couldn't lift his head. He didn't dare to look at his face again. From childhood to adulthood, he didn't even fear his parents. He was afraid of his cousin. If he was really angry and wanted to teach him a lesson, he would never be soft hearted. But who makes his cousin's reputation easy to use? No matter where he goes, others will give him some face, not only because he is the young master of the Qian family, but also because he is Zhao Bocheng's cousin.

Qian Xiang and Zheng Junming are very close friends, because Zheng Junming's food is very delicious, people are also good, and their personality is good. He thinks that they should be good friends by nature. In a deep sense, they are intimate friends. Lu Jingyu that bastard is always looking for Zheng Junming's trouble, he does not like him for a long time, sooner or later one day to clean up him.

Qian Xiang also asked Zheng Junming to cook dishes for Zhao Bocheng, but Zhao Bocheng put down his chopsticks after eating two mouthfuls and left without saying anything, which made him and Zheng Junming lose face. Qian Xiang can only comfort Zheng Junming that his cousin is a golden tongue, which is very difficult to serve. It is not that the dishes he cooked are not good enough, but that his cousin's requirements are extraordinary.

What they didn't expect was that Zhao Bocheng not only went to Lu Deji's opening day, but also gave Lu Jingyu a very high evaluation, which made Zheng Junming feel more uncomfortable.

Qian Xiang gave Zheng Junming chengruo, and this competition will certainly let his cousin lean towards him. Although Zheng Junming said that he had confidence in his cooking skills and did not need anyone's bias, he would never lose to Lu Jingyu, but Qian Xiang felt that he still had to do something for him.

Jing min is in the rest room. The competition is divided into semi-finals, finals and championship competitions, which are held in three days. As for what kind of food to compare, we will know when the competition starts.

The door of the rest room was suddenly pushed open. Jing min opened his eyes and saw that it was Zhao Bocheng. In this place, only this person went in and out by the way. No one dared to stop him.

Jing min accompanied him to eat so many meals, and they were acquaintances. He also found that Zhao Bocheng was not as difficult as he imagined. According to law, Zhao Bocheng was the one who indirectly killed Lu Jingyu. Jing min should have hated him, but he didn't hate him. Instead, he had a feeling that he wanted to be close to more and more. But for people like Zhao Bocheng, if you can become friends with him, you'd better not become an enemy with him.

"Nervous?" Zhao Bocheng sat down beside him.

"Not nervous, just a little tired." Jing min moved his neck. He didn't have a good rest because of too many things recently.

Zhao Bocheng raised his hand to help him knead his neck. Jing was stiff for a moment. He didn't stop or avoid it. He pressed it comfortably. He just closed his eyes and enjoyed it.

This is the first time that the two people have such direct physical contact, and always do not like others to meet their own two people, it seems that they do not hate such contact.

This is the first time that Zhao Bocheng has done this kind of service for others. Lu Jingyu's skin feels very good. Looking at his white neck, he actually has some mental energy. And he is not satisfied with such a simple touch.