Food Circle Plug-in Emperor

After supper, Fu Yu rushed to pay the bill.

Zhao Meng said with a smile: "I'm going to start borrowing from you right now?"

Fu Yu said boldly: "Where is this! Zhao Chu, you will still be behind when you enjoy happiness with me in the future!"

Zhao Meng grinned from ear to ear, seeing Fu Yu standing tall and straight in front of him, he was more and more thankful that he was so discerning back then that he discovered such a big treasure.

When calling home at night, Fu Yu restrained himself repeatedly, so he didn't show his parents that he was earning extra money. He just said foreshadowing that he is now learning how to make medicinal food with his master, and he will gradually start to take over the business of exclusive customers in the future.

His parents were very happy to hear that, and repeatedly urged him to learn the craft from Zhao Meng.

After hanging up the phone, Fu Yu couldn't help checking his account balance again.

He actually has a six-figure savings!

Just a few months ago, this was a luxury for him.

But now, with the help of the system, he got it easily.

Fu Yu felt more and more the importance of the system.

This night, like every day before, he insisted on flipping through classic old-flavored recipes for half an hour before going to bed, trying to enrich his culinary knowledge.

Opportunity awaits those who are prepared.

Fu Yu secretly made up his mind that he must seize all opportunities and strive to make himself better and earn more money.

He hopes to provide the best life for his parents, and also wants Zhao Meng to be proud of him one day.

next morning.

Yao Shi came over to inform that the chef school had communicated with the store, and six interns would be hired in a few days.

The back kitchen needs to make preparations in advance, arrange dormitories and specific work locations.

This matter needs to be dealt with by Zhao Meng and Gu Yunwu.

When people came, the two of them had a look first, and picked three of them, each with their own.

As for the accommodation, it was managed by Zhao Meng, because Gu Yunwu didn't live in the dormitory, and he didn't care about the affairs here.

The dormitory in the store is normally for two people, but now there are two vacant rooms that can accommodate four people.

As for the remaining two people, they just found a bed and arranged it.

And I don't know if there are any people who live in this city and don't need accommodation.

So there is no rush to arrange.

In the afternoon, Yao Shi received a call from Dong Juntian, asking Fu Yu to go to the Bund Park, where the Sanjiang Tourism Festival was held, to participate in a temporary rehearsal.

The person in charge of the Propaganda Department of the municipal party committee was directly approached by Dong Juntian. If he nodded, Fu Yu had to implement it immediately.

Fu Yu changed his clothes and rushed to the Bund Park.

Maxima was a little far from the Bund Park, so Fu Yu took a taxi and drove there.

After getting out of the car, he saw that the rehearsal was going to be half an hour away. He was afraid of being late, so he trotted all the way into the gate.

It was a long way, but Fu Yu ran very easily.

Because the running speed was too fast, many pedestrians along the way looked sideways. When they saw a well-dressed and handsome young man, everyone's expressions were unanimously approving and amazed.

"Ms. Liu, what do you think of this arrangement?"

Liu Yunong's gaze shifted back from the fast-running figure outside the window, turned to look at the staff of the Propaganda Department, and said politely: "I think it's pretty good, just follow your arrangement."

The staff breathed a sigh of relief.

The main reason is that Liu Yunong is really not easy to talk to.

He looks gentle and polite, but in fact he is very alienated.

Say she cooperates? Not positive at all.

Say she doesn't cooperate? And it is true that I never raise any opinions, whatever.

This made it very difficult for the staff responsible for communicating with her, not knowing how to handle it well.

After Liu Yunong finished speaking, he turned his head and looked out the window.

The figure had disappeared.

Liu Yunong raised his eyebrows slightly, then turned around and asked the staff, "How long is the rehearsal?"

The staff looked at the phone and hurriedly replied: "There is still half an hour."

Liu Yunong nodded and said nothing.

Fu Yu rushed to the rehearsal venue, it was still early.

He got the rehearsal schedule and the listing of the participants from the staff, and then he began to familiarize himself with the venue environment with other people who arrived first.

The stage of the competition is very spacious, and the kitchen counters used by the contestants have been arranged. There are twelve in total. Although there are no kitchen utensils, they are neatly arranged in three rows, which is quite spectacular.

A large promotional picture of the judges hangs behind the position of the judging desk.

Fu Yu walked over and took a closer look, and found that Liu Yunong was sitting first on the left.

In the middle is Dai Jinghe, with Chen Xinwei and Zhang Zhiyuan on both sides.

Li Chongfu is sitting first on the right.

Through the location arrangement of the review seats, the identities and status of several reviewers are clear at a glance.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, as several leaders of the Propaganda Department of the Municipal Party Committee and members of the jury entered the arena, the rehearsal officially began.

Fu Yu and other contestants just need to wait in the background.

After the host has finished speaking, a dedicated staff member will lead them onto the stage.

Fu Yu's kitchen counter is on the right side of the second row, and the four people in the first row in front are all old people who have participated in competitions before, and they are also chefs of several well-known restaurants in this city.

Fu Yu was not well-known in the industry at a young age, and he was able to occupy the second row, which was due to the credit of the Maxima Hotel.

However, when the official rehearsal started and the contestants took their positions, the cameraman pointed the camera at the stage, zoomed in and out, and everyone showed their faces on the big screen one by one. Director Zou from the Propaganda Department of the Municipal Party Committee suddenly called the person in charge of the stage director. People, whispered something.

Afterwards, Fu Yu was moved to the second kitchen counter on the left side of the first row, and the camera was facing the competition stage. In this way, there were many opportunities for him to be photographed.

The judges sit in front of the judges' seats and watch the specific operations of the contestants through the big screen directly above the stage.

The contestant who has been photographed more times is more likely to impress the judges.

It was Fu Yu's first time participating in the competition, and he didn't know much about it.

But he was very happy to be transferred from the second row to the first row.

Fu Yu was happy, but Liu Yunpeng who was pushed away was full of resentment.

Liu Yunpeng is the chef of the Carnival Restaurant, and he is fairly well-known in the circle.

Although not as good as the masters of the other three families in the first row, compared with the rest, they are considered seniors.

Taking advantage of the temporary suspension of the rehearsal and the communication and discussion among the staff, he found the chief planner who was in charge of the stage arrangement.

"You have arranged this matter a bit too much! Why do you ask me to make room for him?"

Liu Yunpeng thinks that whether it is cooking skills or reputation in the industry, he will definitely beat Fu Yu.

After hearing what he said, the chief planner seriously explained: "Oh, this matter was decided by our Minister Zou."

Liu Yunpeng frowned: "Why did he make such a decision?"

The staff laughed and said, "Maybe it's because of the photogenic effect."

Liu Yunpeng: "!"

Turning his head to look at Fu Yu's handsome face, he took out his phone and looked at himself.

Liu Yunpeng: "."