Fang Jingzhi once said that in modern times, the so-called national and local chef competitions have inside information, and the rankings are all set before the competition, so real chefs are disdainful to participate in such competitions.

For chefs, it is rare to meet an opponent they respect. If they can compete, every chef will feel truly excited. At this moment, Song Zixuan suddenly felt this way.

Sang Tianshuo's kitchen knife is a bit different from the ordinary kitchen knife. The handle is brown-red wood, and the tail is carved with a wolf head, wolf eyes, and wolf teeth. Even the hair texture on the face is carved. Not to mention the knife body, just the knife work of the knife handle can be seen that it is expensive.

The upper part of the knife body was dark black without any variegated color. The blade was sharpened with bright silver, and almost a dazzling light was reflected in the knife. When Sang Tianshuo cut vegetables, the white light flashed and wandered on the ingredients.

I have to say that the chef has no resistance to advanced kitchen utensils, and the same is true for Song Zixuan. Seeing Sang Tianshuo's skillful movements when he swung his knife, the blood in his body boiled, and the most important thing is the force described in the recipe... also appeared again!

But the next scene made Song Zixuan stunned. Sang Tianshuo cut the ingredients handsomely and handsomely, started to burn the stove, poured all the ingredients into the wok and stir-fry them all over the heat. The most important thing was that the rice and raw eggs were also put into the pot.

Song Zixuan was stunned. He was so lonely. There was such a way to stir-fry fried rice in this world? At the same time, the urge to compete just now was extinguished...

For cooking with multiple ingredients, there are naturally different cooking times according to the characteristics of the ingredients themselves. It is unlikely that the pot will be put at the same time. Otherwise, some ingredients will be too tender at the same time and some ingredients will be burnt at the same time, especially when cooking on high heat.

Sure enough, the smell of slut came from Sang Tianshuo soon. Song Zixuan laughed secretly and began to control the stove.

After all, there was no urge to exchange ideas, and Song Zixuan did not intend to make fried rice according to the method in the Qinggong recipe. He just simply stir-fryed it according to the normal method. However, even so, the aroma of fried rice was still significantly better than Sang Tianshuo's paste flavor.

In less than five minutes, two plates of fried rice were also served on the table.

Sang Tianshuo raised his head slightly and said, "By the way, let me explain first. What I made today is the assorted fried rice with burnt fragrance, so don't think it's a mud when you taste it. It's the burnt fragrance made by this chef on purpose. Okay, you can taste it!"

Song Zixuan wanted to laugh, thinking it must be a real chef competition, Sang Tianshuo would be kicked out by the security guard like this...

Looking at the two plates of ordinary fried rice, Yang Xue and Sang Tianshuo's two little brothers tasted it. When they tasted the burnt and fragrant version of the mixed fried rice, the few of them frowned. It was obvious that this was a mess...

However, the two younger brothers obviously didn't dare to say anything, so they swallowed it hard.

Song Zixuan and Sang Tianshuo also tasted each other's fried rice. When they tasted the paste, Song Zixuan directly spitted the fried rice into the trash can.

"What are you doing? Do you respect your opponent if you don't know how to do it?" Sang Tianshuo said.

Song Zixuan vomited and said, "You keep yourself and respect it slowly."

Sang Tianshuo frowned and took a bite. He almost vomited it out several times, but he still swallowed it and took a deep breath: "Damn, what step is wrong? Is the burnt-flavored version of fried rice I've studied unreasonable?"

"Brother Shuo, I think your fried rice is better. I even ate shrimp!" said a little brother.

"Yes, yes, I've never eaten any burnt version, it's so delicious."

Hearing the words of the two younger brothers, Sang Tianshuo suddenly turned his head and glared at them: "Do you think I am a fool? Do you think I have a taste failure?"

After being yelled like this, the two of them didn't dare to speak anymore. Sang Tianshuo turned around and looked at Song Zixuan: "You won this time, but victory or defeat is common in military affairs. I will not give up like this. Humph, we will have a date in the future!"

After saying that, Sang Tianshuo gave a fist-clamping ceremony that was full of spirit, then turned around and walked out. The two younger brothers immediately followed and left Chunxiangcai Restaurant.

Song Zixuan smiled and then walked into the kitchen to clean up again, but he did not notice a detail, that was this time... Yang Xue did not help, but stood by the bar in a daze.

"Xiaoxue, let's go?" Song Zixuan said after walking out of the kitchen.

Yang Xue looked at Song Zixuan and nodded slightly, as if she had something to say, but she stopped talking.

"Zixuan..." Yang Xue couldn't help but speak as soon as she was about to leave the restaurant.

"Um?"

"Well... it was the fried rice you made by yourself just now?"

"Yes, what's wrong?"

Yang Xue pursed her lips... In the end, she said nothing, nodded and walked out of the restaurant.

Looking at Yang Xue's back, Song Zixuan stood there, feeling complicated. Just now, when Yang Xue wanted to make fried rice, she acted coquettish and expectant, but now she suddenly felt depressed. The reason... even a fool can think of it.

He locked the door of Chunxiangcai Restaurant and decided to send Yang Xue home. One was out of politeness, and the other was that Song Zixuan was also in love. Yang Xue's concern for himself and acting spoiled for the past two days did make him feel a subtle feeling.

When he turned around, he saw Yang Xue had walked nearly a hundred meters and was about to catch up, but he saw a black car parked opposite Chunxiangcai Restaurant. The door of the co-pilot was pushed open, and a white-haired man walked down, and the man was walking towards him.

Song Zixuan didn't know about Che, and only recognized it as Mercedes-Benz's logo, but didn't know which one it was. As for the white-haired man, he looked about 60 years old and was wearing a straight suit, and he was all solemn and polite when he walked.

Song Zixuan's expression also began to change from seeing the man's face clearly, from the softness just now to the indifference.

He remembered this face. The last time he saw it was a few years ago. When he was in junior high school, he was the black car at the school gate, and it was also this man.

This is something that neither mother nor sister knows. Song Zixuan didn't mention it after returning home.

"Zixuan." The man shouted with embarrassment.

Song Zixuan looked at him for a long time and the man did not speak anymore. His head lowered slightly, just waiting for Song Zixuan to speak.

"I said, I hope you don't come to me again." Song Zixuan's tone was very light, so terrifyingly light that anyone would not understand when they saw it. This tone actually came from an eighteen-year-old child.

"Mr. Song still hopes to meet you."

"I'll meet a few years ago." Song Zixuan looked at the man opposite him without dodging, but the man was a little afraid to look directly.

"Zixuan, Mr. Song actually has his own difficulties in doing this."

Song Zixuan sneered and then spat directly: "Bah, this kind of hardship makes me disgusted. Now I am eighteen years old and have grown into a man. As a man, I look down on him!"

Hearing this, the man looked helpless and apologetic, and he nodded: "It is precisely because of this that Mr. Song sent me here and did not come rashly."

Song Zixuan nodded, then raised his head and let out a breath: "Haha, I used to be at the school gate, but now I have chased him to Chunxiangcai Restaurant. Are you watching me?"

"Mr. Song knows that he is sorry for you, so he has never stopped inquiring about your news over the years, including that you dropped out of school and went to Chunxiangcai Restaurant."

"Hahaha, it sounds really a lot of concern, but... I don't think it's worth thanking," Song Zixuan sneered, "Is there any cigarette?"

"You...smoke?"

"Give me one to play with."

The man was very obedient and took out one and handed it to Song Zixuan, and took the initiative to help him ignite it.

Song Zixuan also learned to smoke at Chunxiangcai Restaurant. Zhang Kui smoked with a few waiters in other people's business. Sometimes he would let Song Zixuan learn it, and he could do it all over again. However, he doesn't usually smoke, and maybe he just wanted to light one at this moment.

"Can you please bring me a word to him?" Song Zixuan took a deep breath and said.

The man nodded: "You said, Mr. Song also hopes to hear what you mean."

"First, I don't want you to appear again. My mother and I, my sister, have a good life, and I don't need anyone's help, and I don't want anyone to disturb you, do you understand?"

The man was stunned. Obviously he didn't expect Song Zixuan to say such decisive words, but he nodded and said, "I... will tell."

"Second, I know you are very rich when driving luxury cars, but that money has nothing to do with me. I, Song Zixuan, can quickly make money on my own, and we can live without him."

The man took a long breath and said, "I will tell you, is there any?"

Song Zixuan shook his head: "It's gone, by the way... I don't like the feeling of being monitored, I don't like it very much. I hope you can stop."

After saying that, Song Zixuan stepped away without looking at the man and Mercedes-Benz, and never looked back.

Seeing Song Zixuan's back slowly blurring, the man sighed: "Mr. Song, he has grown up..."

"Um……"

A low voice came from the car. The window film was very deep, but vaguely visible from the street lights, a man's shadow took off his glasses, lowered his head and covered his eyes with his hands, shaking slightly.

Walking through the corner of the street, Song Zixuan immediately leaned against the wall, looked up at the sky, and took a few breaths.

"Mom, don't worry, I can support you by cooking skills. I must learn all the dishes on the recipe." Song Zixuan gritted his teeth and said word by word.

Over the years, his mother Han Rong and his sister Song Yinan have never had any contact with his father, and he is the only person who has been contacted by his father.

But he never mentioned that this pressure was pressing into the mind of a teenager for several years, and the weight was imaginable.

Song Zixuan originally wanted to stay at the old man for a while, but now his mood has fallen to the bottom and he doesn't plan to go anymore. He takes a step back to the direction home.

But after walking a few steps, I heard a sound coming from behind.

"Hey, second brother!"
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