On the first day of April, all restaurants in Hangzhou all went to the association to register.

When Qingxi led Xiaolan and Meng Jin arrived, he saw that the registration team had already lined up from the association's white walls and gray tiles to the street.

"There are so many restaurants in Hangzhou?" Meng Jin asked in disbelief.

Xiaolan explained: "There are restaurants, small shops selling buns and wontons. The appearance at the Food Festival is not only an honor but also attracts more customers. Everyone wants to try their luck."

The south of the Yangtze River is rich, and the trend of eating, drinking and having fun is even more prevalent. Hangzhou is as big as five or six beautiful cities. Today, all restaurants and restaurants gather together, which shows the liveliness.

There was no way, the master and servant had to line up obediently. Fortunately, they only signed up today, and the team moved quite quickly.

It was almost noon, and it was finally Qingxi's turn.

The three presidents will definitely not show up for such small matters as registration. Secretary Sun is responsible for registering. The table and chair are placed under an old locust tree. Secretary Sun has registered the information of the previous restaurant and notified the other party to come for the cooking competition. He raised his head and saw Qingxi. Secretary Sun was stunned, but soon came back to his senses and said to Qingxi: "I report my origin, the chef, and the dishes."

Qingxi stood in front of the table and calmly said, "Hello, I am Xu Qingxi, the shopkeeper of Xu Qingtang. The dishes participating are cat ears, shrimp eel noodles, and Qianwang Sixi Ding."

Secretary Sun nodded and his eyes moved to Meng Jin: "Are you a chef? What's your name?"

Meng Jin opened his mouth in surprise.

Qingxi immediately explained: "He is my friend, I am the chef."

Secretary Sun's face changed slightly. He looked up and down at Qingxi, and suddenly waved his hand impatiently to chase people: "Since ancient times, chefs are all men. Why are you a petite lady joining in the fun? Either let him register or go home quickly. Don't delay my kung fu. Didn't you see that there were so many people in the back? You are all waiting to finish your meal."

"Why can't women participate in the competition? Is there any clear regulations?" Xiaolan walked to Qingxi and asked unhappily.

Secretary Sun sneered, taped the pen in his hand, and glared at Xiaolan and said, "Some rules are customary and you don't need to write them down. To be honest, I have worked in the association for six years and have been in charge of six food festivals, but no woman has the control of it."

Xiaolan was about to refute, but Secretary Sun interrupted her again. While getting up and walking around the table, he reached out to expel the guests: "Although the equality of men and women is emphasized now, the chef's career is not suitable for women. We cannot control the money you open a noodle restaurant and make money. But it is better to leave it to the real chef for events like the Food Festival."

He actually wanted to do something. Meng Jin raised his head and chest to Qingxi. Xiaolan blocked it in front of him and said to Secretary Sun coldly: "Women can't be real chefs? Stop talking nonsense and ask you to come out. I want to ask him, since women are not allowed to participate in the competition, why don't they write it out in black and white?"

Secretary Sun was not as tall as Meng Jin, and his aura was shorter, but he became more and more angry and slapped the table: "Bold, do you think this is where?" After that, he called someone to come over and wanted to bombard the three people in Qingxi.

It is definitely not possible to do it, and the reason is not understandable. Qingxi was secretly anxious. At this moment, behind Secretary Sun, an old man turned around like a walk along the janitorial garden, accompanied by a tall, strong and burly man. Judging from his expression and behavior, he should be the old man's servant.

Qingxi did not recognize the old man, but Xiaolan had seen the other person from afar. As if seeing a life-saving straw, Xiaolan jumped up and asked for help from the old man: "President Chen, our lady is going to sign up for the Food Festival, but this person said that women are not allowed to participate in the Food Festival. Is it true?"

Secretary Sun looked back and found that the old man was immediately pounding. Oh no, Mr. Chen is the most fair person. What if Mr. Chen interferes in this matter and leaves Xu Qingtang and President Jiang behind? Although the association is jointly managed by the three presidents, Mr. Chen likes to cultivate one's character and not likes to manage mundane affairs in recent years. President Jiang is very enthusiastic about the various affairs of the association and almost controls the personnel promotion of the association.

If he had to offend one, Secretary Sun decided to offend Mr. Chen.

But it would be best if Mr. Chen could not interfere.

"President Chen, I will deal with it properly. You should go home and have a meal." Seeing Mr. Chen walking towards this side, Secretary Sun trotted to meet him, smiling respectfully.

Mr. Chen looked at him, then looked at the beautiful girl not far away, stood there for a while, and then walked straight towards Qingxi.

Secretary Sun was still trying to persuade the old man to leave, and he wanted to block it with his hands. Unfortunately, he reached out and was grabbed by the burly middle-aged man beside Mr. Chen and said with a calm face: "If you don't understand the rules, I will teach you well today."

Secretary Sun was almost crushed by him, so he didn't dare to speak out. He apologized and begged for mercy like a grandson.

The middle-aged man shook him away.

Because of the accident just now, although Qingxi's face was pale, his position was not messy. He saluted Mr. Chen politely: "Hello uncle, I often hear the fifth master mention you. I always want to visit you, but the noodle restaurant is too busy and I can't find a suitable opportunity."

After saying this, Qingxi's pale face turned red obviously, her eyelashes trembled, and she was embarrassed to look directly at the old man.

The only origin of the Xu family and Chen family is that Xu Wangshan and Mr. Chen participated in the provincial chef competition together, and they were not even a short-term relationship. In another case, Qingxi would never shamelessly make a relationship with Mr. Chen, but the food festival is very important to the development of Xu Qingtang. If there is a slight opportunity, even if someone is ridiculed for climbing, Qingxi will fight for it and will never miss the opportunity to revitalize the restaurant because of his temporary reserve.

uncle?

Secretary Sun's ears stood up and secretly observed Mr. Chen's attitude.

Mr. Chen was behind his back with one hand and touching his proud beard under his chin with the other hand. His eyes turned around Qingxi. Mr. Chen suddenly smiled and said to Qingxi very kindly: "What fifth master, A Yao is not a few years older than you. Just call him fifth brother in the future, the third master and the fourth master, unfamiliar."

As soon as these words were spoken, Secretary Sun's face turned pale. Xiaolan and Meng Jin were all very happy and looked at Qingxi out of the way.

Qingxi was only grateful in his heart, and thanked Mr. Chen for his willingness to give her affection for her father's sake.

"Thank you for your kindness, uncle." Qingxi said sincerely.

Mr. Chen nodded and waited for him to go back at home. He didn't say much to Qingxi for the time being, but just asked Secretary Sun to record Qingxi's name.

Secretary Sun was even more afraid of President Jiang, so he made his last efforts with a slutty face, saying: "President Chen, our association has no precedent for women to participate in the competition..."

Mr. Chen actually nodded and asked him: "Then tell me, why don't you?"

Secretary Sun's eyes lit up and immediately said, "Women have thin arms and legs, and they can't even hold the pot, so how can they cook?"

Qingxi looked angry.

When Mr. Chen met, he gave the two questions: "Can you two say the names of the top ten famous chefs in ancient times?"

Secretary Sun was stunned. He was responsible for the miscellaneous items and he was not very clear about the history of the kitchen.

The man is not good, Mr. Chen, including the onlookers, turned to Qingxi together.

Facing Mr. Chen's encouraging gaze, Qingxi turned sideways and said loudly to everyone: "The top ten famous chefs in ancient times are Yi Yin, Yi Ya, Taihe Gong, Shan Zu, Fan Zheng, Liu Niangzi, Dong Xiaowan, Song Wusao, Xiao Meiren, and Wang Xiaoyu. Among them, Shan Zu, Fan Zheng and other six are all women. The ones most familiar to people in Hangzhou are Song Wusao, who made Song Sao's fish soup."

As the owner of the noodle restaurant, Qingxi stopped talking, but Xiaolan didn't have to worry about anything. She asked Secretary Sun with a smile: "Who from Hangzhou, who doesn't know about Song Sao Sui's fish soup? Secretary Sun said one by one that women can't cook delicious food. Could it be that she thinks that Song Sao Sui's fish soup is not worthy of being on the menu of famous dishes in Hangzhou? Or do you not read much and misunderstood that Song Sao Sui is actually the name of a male chef?"

As soon as Xiaolan finished speaking, a burst of laughter broke out in the yard.

Secretary Sun's face was purple.

Mr. Chen sighed and said to Secretary Sun: "It's not that women can't cook, but that people give women too few opportunities. Old man, I have been waiting for so many years and finally hope for a female chef. How can I go out?"

Secretary Sun was speechless.

"No registration yet?" Mr. Chen's burly servant urged.

Secretary Sun gritted his teeth and unwillingly recorded Qingxi's registration information, but he kept his hand and deliberately arranged the Qingxi competition on the first day, that is, the day when Shanjuke and other big restaurants participated. Mr. Chen made trouble, and he couldn't stop Xu Qingtang from registering, but there was also the most important competition. Secretary Sun didn't believe it. A 16-year-old girl could even compare with the chefs of major restaurants in Hangzhou?

As long as Xu Qingtang is not elected and cannot participate in the food festival, he will complete the task assigned to him by President Jiang.

Watching Qingxi's master and servant leave, Secretary Sun laughed proudly.

In the evening, President Jiang learned about this from Secretary Sun, but his brows frowned. For the three judges, he only accounted for one of them. For the other two presidents, Mr. Chen, would definitely not be favored, President Hai...

No, even if President Hai is willing to help him, President Jiang doesn't want to owe a favor just because of a small Xu Qingtang.

Hopefully, that girl’s cooking skills are lost to local chefs?

There has been an accident, and President Jiang dared not take any luck anymore.

The red sun sets in the west, and looking at the tired birds returning home, President Jiang finally had a plan.

I successfully signed up and will participate in the competition tomorrow. Qingxi has not done business anymore and is ready at home with peace of mind.

It was almost dark in the evening, and Lu Duo suddenly visited and asked to see Qingxi and Old Mrs. Xu.

Old Mrs. Xu was ashamed of him and Gu Huaixiu as she was guarding against thieves. She was not very welcome, and she asked Lu Duo to say something with a tight face.

Lu Duo was very well-behaved and asked Qingxi to come to Old Lady Xu's side. Then he lowered his voice and said something serious.

Qingxi's breathing became heavier, and veins popped up on Old Mrs. Xu's forehead.

Lu Duo looked at Qingxi and said meaningfully: "Who is the murderer who killed Uncle Xu? We have not found any evidence yet, but we must be careful about others. Especially Miss Qingxi has been made difficult once."
Chapter completed!