Zhou Wei inquired everywhere and finally found out the news clearly.

"Meng Wanqiu likes white, doesn't hate red, and the flower he likes is jasmine....... I didn't ask about the scene of the proposal in my fantasy." Zhou Wei said a big article, among which Jiang Yang was not very clear about some of Meng Wanqiu's preferences.

"Do we use white and jasmine to arrange the scene?" Jiang Yang asked.

"White can be used, but not all white, which looks unlucky. Jasmine can be used for embellishment, but I don't recommend using jasmine all. It is best to use red roses mostly because red roses are more suitable for proposals." Zhou Wei said.

"Or I'll leave it to you to arrange it?" Jiang Yang said carefully.

Zhou Wei glared at Jiang Yang and said, "Get out! I tell you, you have to keep an eye on the whole process. You need to confirm many of our details. After all, you are the one who proposes. I don't need you to worry about asking someone and the scene arrangement, but you have to be clear about everything."

Zhou Wei was speaking sternly, and Jiang Yang nodded subconsciously.

The two began to discuss the proposal plan, and basically Zhou Wei gave several ideas, and Jiang Yang made sure one by one.

There are many things to consider for a marriage proposal plan, such as how to be unique and romantic. These require the two of them to think about slowly.

Later, Yu Zhiyu also came over to talk for a while with a shameless face, but was soon scolded by Jiang Yang and returned to the kitchen.

There is no way, Yu Zhiyu is talking about pulling a truckload of roses, and using money to arrange a photo.

It was really a bad idea, and he kept interrupting, so Jiang Yang had to knock him back to the kitchen to practice cooking. The boy's plan was all the same - money! Jiang Yang felt that Meng Wanqiu would not like this.

…………

In a teahouse in Rongcheng, Yan Bo and a chef sit here.

Yan Bo likes to drink tea very much, especially domestic tea, which always tastes more delicious than foreign ones. Sometimes, even if the tea brought from China is brewed abroad, it will be less delicious.

So every time I return to China, Yan Bo always drinks tea in the teahouse for half a day before he feels comfortable.

There are many places to drink tea in Rongcheng, and some old teahouses still retain the traditional way of making tea.

Yan Bo doesn’t like going to those teahouses that look tall and tall, but likes to go to those old teahouses that set up sheds.

"What are you asking me for?" asked the chef.

"Of course there is something good to come to you." Yan Bo said with a smile.

"Good thing? There is still something good about you Yan Bo?" the chef sneered.

"I heard you are looking for ways to improve your cooking skills?" Yan Bo said with a smile.

"What do you want to say?"

"I have a way to improve your cooking skills." Yan Bo said with a smile.

"You? I don't believe it." The man sneered.

"If you don't believe me, you should also believe in the first president, right?" Yan Bo said with a smile.

When the man heard this, a trace of light flashed in his eyes.

"What's your solution?"

Yan Bo rubbed the teacup and said, "The Notes of the First President."

The man stood up suddenly, stared at Yan Bo and said, "You have?"

Everyone around looked at the chef's cooking master strangely, not knowing why he was so excited.

"Sit down first, don't be so excited, listen to me." Yan Bo said with a smile.

"You say, I listen."

"I know where the first president's notes are, but I don't." Yan Bo spread his hands and said.

"No? Then what do you say to me is useful?" The man was unhappy. Isn't this deceiving himself?

"I can't give it to you, but someone can give it to you." Yan Bo said.

"who?"

"General President of the Chef Association." Yan Bo smiled.

"Ren Pengcheng? It's impossible. He has been looking for a solution, but he has not found that path until now. If he really has notes from the first president, it can only mean that there is no record of that path in the first generation's notes. Otherwise, Ren Pengcheng has no notes from the first generation." The man said.

"Hahaha, it's really smart! You're right. The notes of the first generation are indeed not in Ren Pengcheng's hands, but that's only temporary. As long as you help, you will definitely get the notes." Yan Bo said.

"What are you doing?" the man frowned.

Yan Bo leaned over and said in his ear.

"Are you sure?" the man asked with a frown.

"Of course, the plan has been halfway through. As long as you are willing to help, the other half will be very fast." Yan Bo said.

"Ren Pengcheng is also yours?" the man asked.

Yan Bo shook his head and said, "No, Ren Pengcheng and I are just in a cooperative relationship, just like you and me."

"Let me think about it." The man said.

Yan Bo stood up and said, "It's okay, think about it slowly. But you have to do it as soon as possible. If you think about it for too long, you may not have a chance."

After saying that, Yan Bo left humming a song.

The man held the teacup and didn't speak for a long time.

…………………

Zhou Wei left, and Jiang Yang was still thinking about the scene when he proposed.

The two of them initially decided on the plan, and Zhou Wei went to help Jiang Yang contact all kinds of things they needed to propose. Of course, it was not decided immediately, both of them needed to be supplemented and completed slowly.

"Master, Master." Yu Zhiyu shouted a few times.

Jiang Yang came to his senses and said, "What?"

Yu Zhiyu said speechlessly: "Master, when are you planning to open? It's all lunch time."

Jiang Yang looked at the time and it was already 1:30 in the afternoon. Before he knew it, the two of them discussed it and it took half a day.

"Then let's open now." Jiang Yang said.

Yu Zhiyu nodded and went to open the store door.

………

In the evening, Yu Zhiyu packed up the things in the kitchen and prepared to go back to the rented house.

"Zhiyu, how are you preparing for the second-level chef exam?" Jiang Yang asked.

Yu Zhiyu replied: "I don't know how I'm preparing, but I've tried my best to prepare."

Jiang Yang nodded and said, "It's okay, just try your best."

Yu Zhiyu nodded.

"Okay, go back and rest quickly." Jiang Yang smiled.

Yu Zhiyu packed up his own things and left the shop.

Jiang Yang sighed. He did not tell Yu Zhiyu some inside information about the second-level chef exam. For example, if you get a score of more than 90 points in the second-level chef exam, you are eligible to take the first-level chef exam. If you don’t get a score of more than 90 points, you will have to wait a few years before you are eligible.

Jiang Yang felt that it was actually nothing wrong to take the first-level chef exam a few years later. Sooner or later, it would be less of an impact.

This is also what Jiang Yang only learned after becoming a chef master. When he became a chef master, he did not want to take the Extra-First-Cook Examination. As a result, the Chef Association sent the certificate of the Extra-First-Cooks to Jiang Yang.

So what exams are mostly just a false reputation, and only cooking skills are your own. When you become a chef, who else cares whether you are a first-class chef?
Chapter completed!