The moonlight in the mountains is beautiful, provided that the person who watches the moon is full and has eaten enough. If it is a little beauty who has eaten enough and has eaten well, the picture will be more touching.

Cheng Yuqi sat on the bluestone by the lake with her knees in her arms. The moonlight fell on her head. She was wearing a thin down jacket with moonlight on her body. She was covered with snow and jade, just like a jade doll made of snow.

"Xiaochu Zhou, you haven't slept?"

Thinking of the delicious food during the day, this girl is still drooling. When she speaks, she always likes to look in Zhou Dong's arms, as if a bunch of delicious things can be transformed into it at any time.

"I can't sleep. Maybe the average altitude of this valley is lower than that of the four outside the country. It's just six or nine, and the weather is rising. At night, all the messy little bugs come out and buzz in the tent, and I can't sleep."

Whatever the insects disturbed the good dream was actually just excuses. Zhou Dong was going to sleep, but suddenly he saw Cheng Yuqi running to the lake and staying there. He didn't know what he thought, so he followed him. It wasn't that he had any thoughts about the "little princess" as Gu Yanan thought, but he just thought that this girl had a good personality and a good chat partner.

At Zhou Dong's age, it is normal for a young man to admire Ai. Moreover, his experience is different from that of ordinary people. There are not many opposite sexes who can talk to. Lu Luxin can only be considered half of them, and Cheng Yuqi is the first friend of the opposite sex who has to be fully qualified and has the best.

"What a coincidence, I also had insomnia, haha."

Cheng Yuqi shook her head happily and quietly glanced at Zhou Dong's almost perfect side face. Her heart suddenly jumped like a little rabbit. She didn't know what to say for a moment. Instead, Zhou Dong opened the topic first: "Isn't it easy to get involved in the entertainment industry?"

"What have you heard?"

Suddenly she was a little nervous, and Cheng Yuqi even lowered her voice. The outside world's evaluation of the entertainment industry was not very good, and 90% of these comments were correct. Although she was a little white lotus that was not stained with the mud, she was afraid that the person in front of her would misunderstand.

Why should I pay so much attention to his opinion?

Sister Cheng secretly scolded her for being useless, but she still couldn't help but feel nervous.

"I have heard of some things in the entertainment industry and have also read the evaluation of you online. You are a rare and good girl..."

Zhou Dong smiled and said, "I'm talking about career, don't get me wrong."

"Who misunderstood? What they are talking about is also about career..."

This handsome and handsome girl suddenly pouted like a little girl: "It's so hard to make a living in the entertainment industry. I haven't received the notice for a long time. If I hadn't benefited from you this time, I'm afraid I wouldn't be qualified to join this show..."

When he said this, he suddenly stopped and his heart became more and more panicked. No, what are I talking about? Cheng Yuqi quickly changed the topic: "It's better to be a chef. Even Teacher Huang and Teacher He respect you very much. I can see these."

"The chef industry is also called Qinxing. The chefs and chefs in the middle and lower levels of the pyramid are not as comfortable as you think.

I'm just a little better...."

Zhou Dong smiled. This is the truth. His luck is better than that of chefs all over the world, just like the "Son of the Plane" who is diligent in this plane.

"I'm really leaving tomorrow?"

Cheng Yuqi suddenly looked up at Zhou Dong, with the waning moon in her starry eyes, and a little hazy: "Uh, don't get me wrong. I mean, if you leave, Bell doesn't know how to mess with us. Not everyone has the ability to catch such a big fish king. Even if he catches him, he may not be able to make such delicious things..."

"There's no way, this is the program setting. If I stay here, there will be no highlights. Besides, I'll come next weekend. By the way, this is for you..."

"It turns into an egg?"

After taking the puff handed over by Zhou Dong, Cheng Yuqi was a little confused.

At this moment, the moonlight is like a painting, and the beauty is like a dream... In fact, she is a modest girl, but many people on the Internet say that she is a beauty, but you, Xiaochu, don't know romance, and you don't have the principle of sending girls to eggs, right? And you only give one?

"Bell claims to be a man standing at the top of the food chain. He dares to eat earthworms and rotten meat, but legend has it that he is most afraid of "turning eggs".

After I leave, if he bullies you on the show and forces you to eat randomly, you will take this out. If he doesn’t dare to eat, he will probably have no shame to force you.”

"That's it? Thank you for thinking about me."

Cheng Yuqi felt warm in her heart and stuffed the egg into her most body position, but secretly vowed that even if she was forced by Bell, she would not take it out easily. Otherwise, if Bell gritted her teeth and ate it, wouldn’t she feel sorry for her? This was given to Chef Zhou.

“Can’t you really stay for one more day?”

Cheng Yuqi flirted with her long hair, tilted her head and looked at Zhou Dong mischievously: "Actually, I feel that you are quite suitable for the entertainment industry. You are quite handsome, and there are friends like Teacher He and Teacher Yu,

If you become a front line, I will benefit from your wealth?"

"Haha, let's say something else."

Zhou Dong smiled and said, "Actually tomorrow is Sunday, so it would be fine to stay for one more day, but on Monday there was a special guest who wanted to come to the private hall. I was afraid I had to go back one day in advance to do some preparations."

"You have such a high cooking skill, do you still need to prepare in advance?"

Cheng Yuqiqi said: "How special are special people?"

"I am a young girl who is not yet adult. She has severe anorexia. The doctor said there is no hope. Her family actually thought of me..."

"What a poor little girl, her family should have thought of you for a long time. Zhou Xiaochu, you will definitely cure her! Even that guy Bell fell in love with you during the day, which shows how clever your cooking skills are."

Cheng Yuqi actually didn't say anything. This girl is also a little obsessed with you. What should you do if you think Zhou Xiaochu?

"I'm afraid it's not that simple. I'm not a doctor after all. And in the eyes of anorexia patients, food is the most terrible thing, and my cooking skills may not be omnipotent."

Zhou Dong sighed and said, "Do your best, I hope it can help her."

***

A garden in Kyoto, a courtyard with three entrances in front and back, a garden with a front screen wall and a back garden, a moon door and an ear room on the left and right sides. There are snowy wintersweets in the front yard and welcoming guests, and there are vigorous green tung trees that can attract phoenixes. The warm scent in the back yard is filled with warm fragrance, but it is either a variety of precious spices made by the incense makers, or the top agarwood is lit directly in the brazier.

An old man in Zhongshan suit leaned on an old sandalwood chair and was flipping through the documents piled on the desk in front of him. Suddenly, he heard footsteps outside the door and stopped. He looked very cautious and cautious, so he put down the documents in his hand and raised his eyebrows slightly: "It's Tan'er, is there any reply from the Fan family?"

The door of the warm pavilion was gently pushed open, and a middle-aged man with a majestic appearance came in. He gently came to the old man. The man replied respectfully: "Fan Mingren had a reply in the morning."

"I came in the morning, why did I tell me until now?"

The old man glared at his son.

"My father has been reading documents and meeting with the four countries is a big deal. My son didn't dare to disturb him."

"Nonsense! It's still early to get the state banquet of the Four Kingdoms. Don't you know the priorities of the matter?

What else can be more important than the health of my old comrade-in-arms descendants?

I feel sorry for anorexia, I am still a little girl like a flower!”

"Dad, why are you doing this?

It’s because people are unwilling to accept our help, and you secretly found countless experts to go to Chudu Hospital and played the role of a local doctor to treat the girl. These top experts and doctors have also tried their best.

As the saying goes, medicine will not kill people, but Buddha will save people who are destined to be..."

"Okay, don't talk anymore. Even if there is a glimmer of hope, you can't give up. What did the Fan family say when they reply?"

The old man thought for a while and said, "Ling Zhenfeng had recommended this young man named Zhou Dong before, saying that he was a young master of diligent training in China and had a superb cooking skills. In a fight in Chudu, he, the "Five Lakes Fish King", actually lost to others in making fish.

Even Cang Yanshan said he wanted to use the wine he brewed?

This young man is not simple. Maybe he can really cure Juan'er's illness?

In fact, we should have thought of chefs for a long time, because of anorexia. After all, it is a disease caused by eating. It is really more appropriate to find a chef than a doctor."

The middle-aged man squinted his mouth slightly. His father was mostly eager to seek medical treatment, so he was whimsical and could only say: "According to the information we have, this young man named Zhou Dong suddenly rose up in China seven or eight months ago. He was originally a graduate of a technical school, but in a short time he became one of the chefs of Kyushu Dingshi. He once represented China and won the Supreme Gold Award in the Xiangjiang Food Competition..."

"Oh, he has also won glory for his country?"

When the old man heard this, he immediately smiled.

"It's not only that. He is also very high in China. He is known as the King of Zhou and the God of Baccarat. He is also ranked eighth in the weapon spectrum, known as the God Transformation Hand!"

"Weapons Chart?" the old man frowned.

"In fact, it's just a ranking in Qinxing. The chefs on the list are all the chefs..."

"Oh, they are all cooks?

Hahaha! These chefs are interesting, just ranking them, what are the weapons scores?

Forget it, it doesn't matter, you keep talking."

"The Fan family originally wanted to recruit Chef Zhou, but unfortunately he refused. They were also considered to have "fighted each other".

According to Fan Mingren, this young man's cooking skills are indeed extraordinary and has great potential in the future. If there is no accident, it may be compared with the 'tao priest' of that year in ten years..."

"In ten years, can this young man compare with the 'Dao Master Xuan Chu'?"

When he mentioned the Taoist priest's name, as an old man, he couldn't help but lick his lips in front of his son: "Master Xuan Chu is one of the few Chinese divine chefs. I was lucky to have eaten the delicacies he cooked with his own hands, and I still remember them.

It’s a pity that these chefs lived in seclusion one by one, and even if they wanted to invite a state banquet, they would not be willing to come out of the mountain...

Oh, you continue, continue, I am becoming more and more interested in this young man.”

"It is not unrecorded in history books from ancient times to the present, but it only appeared once in this chef Zhou.

It is said that the grandfather of Chairman Zhu of Xiangjiang Yellow River Group was once dying due to illness and was almost gone. Even the expert doctor team from Xiangjiang said that it was only two or three days, but just as Mr. Zhu was dying, he drank a bowl of porridge made by Zhou Dong..."

"oh?"

The old man's two white eyebrows moved slightly, and his eyes also showed an anxious look: "What?"

"Mr. Zhu, who was declared by experts, had only two or three days left, actually recovered some of his vitality, thus extending his life for more than a month!"

"Isn't it a misinformation?"

The old man sat in a steady state on the chair, but at this moment, he stood up with his back on his arm, stared at the middle-aged man and asked, "What's the name of this porridge?"

"Blue lotus root and jade porridge!"

"Blue lotus root milk porridge, green lotus root milk porridge..."

The old man recited the name of the porridge several times in succession, as if he wanted to remember it deeply in his mind: "Can you still drink this kind of porridge now?"

***

"Old Zhou, you are probably too confident this time?"
To be continued...