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The duck meat was made into a round shape by her, and had obviously been fried with oil before. The skin was scorched, so one shouldn't think that the dish was too monotonous.

Lin Xiaoqing placed the duck in the middle of the plate and then arranged it in a radiating formation. The sauce fell clockwise onto the edge of the plate, and each of the sauces had a color, which meant that each of them had a taste. This dish gave off a feeling like a meat wrapped in a myriad of flowers.

Fresh petals served as a backdrop, giving off a visual impact. Coupled with the special, rich 'T' sauce … "Everything is to cover up the rotten duck!

She gently sliced off a small piece of duck and put it in her mouth. Then, she gave it a try. "Hmm …" As expected, he couldn't tell what was wrong with the taste.

Her tensed nerves could finally be considered to be slightly relaxed. However, when she thought of how she was going to let those picky judges have a taste, she couldn't help but become nervous … After all, he was a professional. It would be hard for him to escape from their eyes with such a small trick, right?

"Miss Lin, what's the name of this dish?" Big White passed Mai to Lin Xiaoqing, but after almost five seconds, he still didn't get an answer.

"Name, name?" She was dumbfounded. These days, she had spent all her energy researching how to make this dish delicious and good-looking. She had never thought of naming this dish before … It couldn't be blamed on her, after all, which housewife would deliberately name her own dishes?

However, with so many people watching, it was impossible not to speak of it … Hurry up and think. Idiot, hurry up and think of one!

"Ten Thousand Flowers..." "Ten Thousand Flowers Embroidery" in a weak voice, she said it three times before letting the big supporter understand.

After that, everyone was very satisfied with the Ten Thousand Flowers Embroidery's appearance, after all, it was a dish made from multicolored petals, and the diversity of the colors was definitely enough. Ren Tianxing took the initiative to pick up a petal and put it into his mouth, and 'kacha', a crisp sound echoed in his mind, he didn't expect the petals to have such a taste.

As he chewed, the original fragrance of the flower petals and the smell of the sauce with 'T' sauce mixed together, making all the cells in my body alive. He picked up a few other colored petals, the taste was the same, but the taste was slightly different.

Only Liu Dongqiang remained indifferent as he cut open the outer layer of the crispy duck meat. In an instant, the smell of the duck meat mixed with the red wine and T sauce filled the air, the originally spicy wine gave off a sweet feeling after being processed like this, and the duck meat, after being stewed for a long time, was fully integrated with the smell of the wine, giving it a kind of barbeque taste.

Liu Dong frowned. This method … Why did it seem so similar to his own thoughts? Could it be that the heart of the legend was connected to the heart of a snake?

He couldn't help but look at Lin Xiaoqing, who was standing in front of the azure stone countertop like a shy primary school student who had done something wrong. This woman … Interesting.

The wine presentation ended without a hitch. Neither the judges nor the representatives of the wine merchants noticed anything amiss.

Contrary to everyone's expectations, Lin Xiaoqing's elegant and fresh appearance was even more easily looked down upon by everyone when compared to the uninterested and formal chef.

The media even reported her performance as one of the most beautiful, popular and creative new stars in the French cuisine world.

This kind of success made the wine merchant happily sign a contract, signing all five years of advertising budget to Song Beichuan's company.

Everyone happily ordered beer, fried chicken, and other delicious dishes to celebrate at the company. Song Beichuan did not forget his promise, and he gave the biggest credit in this case to Han Tong.

However, this meritorious general didn't seem to appreciate the favor. He glowered at Song Beichuan after drinking a glass of red wine, put down the empty cup in front of all his colleagues, and left with an ashen face.

Everyone looked at each other. No one knew what had happened to Han Tong. Normally, she would have been the most embarrassed during celebratory banquets, so why did it seem like she had eaten explosives today?

"Ai, I say boss," The assistant, Little Wang, came over to Song Beichuan's side and asked carefully, "Did you offend Big Sister Tong again? Otherwise, why would she be so angry? "

"Yes, it is. Sister Tong seems to be in a bad mood these days. She's always going crazy and throwing the table."

"Perhaps eldest aunt has been here for two weeks and hasn't left yet …"

"Shh! Shh!" If she hears about you, she's dead. "

The crowd began to talk among themselves as they made wild guesses about the reason behind Han Tong's violent outburst.

Song Beichuan just smiled bitterly. He looked at the red wine in the cup without any mood to celebrate. They hadn't sat down to talk about it since that earth-shattering confession. It was an inconceivable development. He thought that gods like these would only appear in novels. However, it was really annoying when they met each other.

It was true that he liked Han Tong, but it had never been that kind of relationship between a man and a woman. He thought that their relationship was more like that of a brother, but she clearly didn't think that way … And because of that, the two of them continued to have this awkward relationship. On the surface, it seemed like they were the boss and employees, but they couldn't find a proper position in private.

Thinking of this, he put down his wine cup and told his colleagues, "You guys go ahead and eat first. If you have nothing to do, you can go home early and rest. I'll go talk to Han Tong."

"Alright, boss, be careful. Come back alive!"

"That's right, Sister Tong's attacks are super strong these days, and from time to time, she would use a critical strike to chase after Thirteen. She can even kill people with her eyes."

"Why would I? She didn't even need to use her eyes? She only needs to snort to scare Little Wang shitty. "

"Hey hey hey, how could I? I was just scared to the point of peeing, but I held myself back!"

"..." Another wave of nonsense.

Song Beichuan smiled and left the meeting room. He took the elevator to the top floor. As expected, Han Tong was standing there by himself. He leaned against the railing and pinched a cigarette between his fingers. He lifted his head and quietly looked at the somewhat gloomy sky.

He quietly walked over and stood by her side. "I thought you quit smoking …"

She lazily glanced at him, her eyes no longer filled with the vigor of the past. She indifferently said, "It's fine for me to quit, but can't I be falling in love for a while?"

Hearing her words, Song Beichuan felt speechless. Han Tong was injured because of him, but he couldn't give her any consolation. He couldn't give her any, nor could he give her any.

"Since when?" He was curious to know how slow he was.