Lin Chen crossed his legs and leaned against the back of the wooden chair. There was a cup of warm tea beside him.
The night breeze blew, and he took a sip from time to time.
Ning Qiyun, who was also sitting next to him, was holding her chin with both hands, thinking about something.
Sometimes, he would laugh out loud for no reason.
They had prepared a lot of barbecued pork today, but they were still sold out early.
However, there was still a sweet and fresh smell of honey barbecued pork in the air.
People who were late.
Smelling this smell, he regretted it so much that his intestines turned green.
If only he had come a little earlier!!
If she had come earlier, she would have been able to taste this delicious barbecued pork!
Based on Lin Chen's personality, it seemed like he would be eating different things every day.
If I miss it this time, I don't know when I'll be able to eat it.
He had no choice.
He could only make do with it and eat casually at a nearby stall.
Lin Chen was waiting for the remaining customers to finish their dishes.
Then, he went home to rest.
Suddenly, a figure appeared in front of him.
This person was thin and wore sunglasses at night.
"Boss, your cooking is really good. I feel that this honey barbecued pork is even more delicious than the ones I ate at Bing Sheng.”
Bing Sheng was an old Cantonese restaurant.
Their signature dishes were crispy barbecued pork and soy sauce goose sausage. They were delicious.
It could be said that this was a very high evaluation of Lin Chen.
To be praised by a customer.
Lin Chen didn't feel anything, but Ning Qiyun felt honored.
As expected, Little Chen Zi was amazing!
"Thank you." Lin Chen smiled.
"But I want to ask, there will be a food convention in Jianghai soon. I wonder if Boss is interested in attending?”
"And you are?"
Lin Chen felt that something was wrong.
Jianghai was holding a food convention? Lin Chen had never heard of this before.
"This is my name card."
He saw Lin Chen's doubtful expression.
Northwalker handed over a silver name card with a decorative border to Lin Chen.
A customer.
Go North.
These two familiar terms made Lin Chen completely understand.
It seemed that this so-called conference was only in the preparatory stage. They hadn't even found a contestant yet.
As for Beixing Zhi, he should be one of the organizers of this convention.
However, Lin Chen was already bound by the system. If he went to the convention to bully others, it would be a disgrace to the system.
It was meaningless.
Ning Qiyun, who was beside Lin Chen, was also shocked when she saw the name card.
The owner of that big restaurant actually came to Lin Chen's stall to eat?
Ning Qiyun wanted Lin Chen to agree.
However, Lin Chen spoke first.
"Sorry, I'm not interested in this.
"Rather than wasting my time attending some convention, I prefer to set up a stall to earn money.”
He was rejected.
Northwalker was rather surprised, but after thinking about it carefully, he quickly understood.
It seemed that this young man didn't care about this meeting.
Very arrogant!
However, only by being arrogant would one have the vitality of a young man!
Northwalker didn't say anything, but behind him, Northmaple was starting to panic.
"Boss, how can you think that? With your culinary skills, it's not easy for you to win the championship at the convention. With your reputation, you don't have to continue setting up a stall!”
Lin Chen looked at the little fatty with a strange expression.
For some reason, he felt like he had seen her somewhere before.
Lin Chen shook his head silently.
No matter what, he would not go.
He already had enough customers now. He only needed to maintain his excellent cooking skills and treat every customer with his heart.
Wasn't his reputation growing?
There was no need to complicate matters if he could obtain something steadily.
Moreover, he had to be careful.
Instead of cooking for the judges at the conference and spending time to please the food experts.
Lin Chen felt that he preferred to cook for the commoners.
Any food judge was useless. Only the reputation of the citizens was his golden signboard!
Lin Chen turned to Northwalker with a firm expression." You should find someone else to take part in the competition. I don't have much time."”
He saw the last customer leave with satisfaction after eating the delicious food.
Lin Chen turned around and called out to the girl.
"Yun, let's pack up and go back.”
"Alright."
The two of them began to put away the tables and chairs, sweeping the garbage that the guests had accidentally thrown around into the trash can, and prepared to return to the village.
Bei Feng muttered as he stood there and watched.
"This boss has such good cooking skills. Instead of making a name for himself, he's holed up in a small park setting up a stall.”
Northwalker looked at his son.
That stupid look of his was nothing compared to Lin Chen.
After a long time, he could only sigh helplessly.
"If it weren't for your poor culinary skills, I would have recommended you to participate in the convention.”
"There's already news out. As long as you can be selected in the Jianghai District's meeting, you can get a 300,000 yuan bonus.”
"You're still in your third year of high school. Think about it. You can earn a small car by yourself before you're 18. How enviable is that?”
Bei Feng thought about it and felt that it was quite satisfying.
Unfortunately, his culinary talent was too ordinary. He was not cut out to be a chef at all.
Suddenly.
While the two of them were still in a daze, Lin Chen's voice came from behind them.
"Uncle, is what you said true? Is there really a 300,000 yuan prize?"
"Uh, yeah."
Northwalker was stunned. He turned around and saw Lin Chen, who was currently holding his forehead.
He looked troubled.
"Then, I'll reluctantly participate. Sigh.”
"Actually, I don't like to show my face in public.”
Northbound:
In the end, Lin Chen still decided to attend the Food Convention.
According to his original words, it was not for the 300,000 yuan, but to train himself.
Lin Chen left the park on his bike after asking some questions.
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