Chapter 16 (1/2)
Jiang Qian Fan had no interest in this piece of news
Just as he was about to put down the phone, Mayer spoke again: “I saw Ms Lin Ke Song! It’s that…… that little bun!”
After waiting for two seconds, Mayer did not hear the sound of Jiang Qian Fan putting down the phone
The tips of his mouth lifted, and used a tone as cale to say: “that Ms Lin, she is taking part in this round of the cooking coanised by “Gourmet” and the food association I wonder ill become her mentor?”
Jiang Qian Fan was still silent
Mayer then said: “what if it’s that hot tempered Ivan! She is a kind little lady, furthere wise, will she be full of tears every day ah?”
There was still no reply
“It would be worse if it were Lilith that woman who looks kind but is mean inside ah! Little bun will definitely be disoriented by her! She will not teach her properly! ”
Still silent But the phone wasn’t hung yet!
“…… Harkins will not do either ah! He likes those girls who are petite and oriental! While teaching her, he will touch her ar about it is unbearable!”
“That’s because you’re thinking too much”
It was still that ht
The phone was hung Mayer sighed regrettably
This night, Lin Ke Song slept well, and Uncle Lin Feng was at the table fighting a night riting down all the questions that he wanted to ask the Michelin chef
The next , the competition committee sent representatives to Lin’s restaurant, twoblack suits walked in
Lin Ke Song was looking down froave off a “man in black” feel
They told Lin Ke Song, the coned her a mentor
Just as uncle was about to ask about who Lin Ke Song’s : “this is a secret before the competition starts We also hope that Ms Lin will be able to keep this secret”
Lin Ke Song was even asked to sign some confidential contract Which was to say, unless herfroes, only the top 3 will announce the name of their mentors
Lin Ke Song twitched the corners of her mouth, she wasn’t dumb, she was very clear this was to protect the reputation of those chefs who had received Michelin stars If they lost, then it wouldn’t be announced, if they won, then it would be announced to the world These foreigners could really think Might as well gather all these great chefs andthemselves, then broadcast the competition Isn’t it cannon fodder to send people like her who has no ounce of cooking skills for a competition? How is this kind of competition fun to watch?
Lin Ke Song alighted from the car
She suddenly felt a sense of anticipation The only thing she kneas that her et a 3 Michelin stars rating And she heard her uncle Lin Feng h class restaurants
After driving for a long while, the car left Lin Ke Song’s fas, and still drove even further, when Lin Ke Song started getting nervous
Are they really the cooking competition’s committee members?
They can’t be frooods, then duht?
Otherwise, which Michelin star chef will stay in such a reclusive area?
At that ti did not know yet, the truly exclusive residential areas are located away from the bustle of the urban areas
Until the car entered a villa district, with thick greenery around, scent of flowers drifting in the air, and each villa a far distance fro could not name, did her heart start to calm down
The car stopped in front of a villa The biggest difference of this villa compare to the others, was that it was located much further away from the other villas, like it had a case of loneliness But when the sunlight gently landed on the roof, reflecting off, it was like an elegant gentle could not help lifting her head to appreciate the sight
Two e door of the villa, when the door opened, Lin Ke Song unexpectedly saw a familiar face
“…… Mr Mayer!”
“Hi! Cute little bun, we ain!” Mayer amiably smiled, and shook hands with the twoher here, leave the rest to me”
“Mr Winston wants us to confirht?”
“Yes, don’t worry”
When Lin Ke Song heard the phrase “Mr Jiang”, could not help feeling sceptical Does itQian Fan?
It can’t be ah! Isn’t he unable to see?
If he’s blind how can he be a chef? And he is even a Michelin chef? Impossible! This isn’t even science!
The two men in black nodded and left
Mayer bend down slightly, and
Lin Ke Song lifted her legs and walked in
It was bright and spacious in the villa, giving her an illusion of entering a high class hotel It was so bright that the dustless ’s face There was no excessive decoration, even the la off a strict and orderly style
Cold, indifferent, to the point that it see here
Lin Ke Song followed Mayer up the spiral staircase There were so as parallel to the stair case as a ladder
Her brain started to hurt
Everything about this style made her think about the man who used to sit pillion on her bicycle, as critical about every dish to the point of a sickness, Jiang Qian Fan
“That…… Mr Mayer,to meet?”
Mayer put his finger to his lips, “Mr Jiang likes silence”