I don’t know how many restaurants in Qingxi participated in the first day of the selection competition, but I only know that I was the last one to appear.

Secretary Sun informed him at five o'clock in the afternoon, and Qingxi set off more than an hour in advance. This time she brought Meng Jin and Cuicui.

At 4:20, the master and servant arrived at the association.

The association specially set up a temporary stove in the courtyard, and chefs showed off their skills with great enthusiasm. The three presidents sat side by side under the shade of trees to observe the chefs' knife skills. The evaluation of the food festival does not only look at the color, fragrance and taste of the food. The chefs' cooking techniques and speed also need to be considered. After all, once selected, the chefs must show their cooking skills, body skills, and knife skills in front of the people of Hangzhou City, which will affect the reputation of the food festival.

Qingxi was just right, the performance of the third-last restaurant ended, and the second-last restaurant appeared.

The master and servant stood quietly in the waiting area.

"That's Xu Wangshan's daughter?" Under the shade of the tree, President Hai tilted to Mr. Chen and stared at Qingxi inquiry. He and President Jiang were both in his early 40s. President Jiang wore a long gown and looked like a scholar, but President Hai was bald and fat, just like the Maitreya Buddha in the temple.

Mr. Chen nodded.

President Hai touched his chin and said indifferently: "More than ten years have passed. Did I record Xu Wangshan as ugly, or was Xu Wangshan's family so beautiful that the couple gave birth to such a beautiful daughter?"

That year, Mr. Chen, President Hai, and President Jiang all participated, and they all remember that Xu Wangshan, a person in Xiucheng, made a big splash.

"Be serious in front of the younger generation." Old Master Chen whispered.

President Hai touched his head and looked at Qingxi and smiled: "This girl is so beautiful. She is very good at being a second child in our family. Why not be a daughter-in-law for me and give birth to a beautiful little granddaughter for me."

Mr. Chen pursed his lips and was about to speak, when President Jiang leaned over on the right and reminded President Hai: "I heard that this child is going to revive Xu Qingtang, and even the good marriage of the Gu family's eldest son has retired. I am going to find a son-in-law to come. Are you willing to let your son get in the door? Are your grandchildren and grandchildren all have their surname Xu?"

When President Hai heard this, he immediately shook his head and said, "That's not possible. Our Lao Hai family's seeds cannot take the surname of others."

President Jiang dispelled his intention of choosing a daughter-in-law, so President Hai naturally lost interest in Qingxi and focused on watching the chef opposite him cook.

President Jiang looked at Mr. Chen again.

Mr. Chen leaned comfortably against the back of the chair, put one hand on the armrest of the rattan chair, and slowly waved the fan with the other hand, looking forward.

The old man was hidden and President Jiang sat down again, his eyes swept across Qingxi diagonally and the stall cooking utensils in front of Meng Jin. President Jiang frowned.

It was Qingxi's turn to go on stage, and President Jiang quietly gave Secretary Sun a wink.

Secretary Sun walked to Meng Jin and stopped Meng Jin and said, "The association has prepared a stove, so the shopkeeper Xu will take the ingredients there."

Meng Jin had already received Qingxi's instructions. After hearing this, he ignored Secretary Sun and said directly to Mr. Chen and the other two: "Dear Presidents, we didn't hear the rules clearly yesterday and thought we would bring our own ingredients and cooking utensils. Since we pushed them from afar, why don't we let our shopkeeper use the ones we brought with us? The old duck in the pot has been stewed, so it's very troublesome to change the pot."

"All right, all the same, hurry up and do it." After spending a day in the association, President Hai was a little impatient and urged to look at his watch.

President Jiang originally wanted to object, but now he was not easy to speak. He smiled elegantly on his face, but he clenched his hands at the table a few times, and looked at the young girl who had already started preparing suspiciously. Is this girl too stupid, really not understanding the rules, or is she too smart? I guessed that his relationship with the Luo family was afraid that he would tamper with the cooking utensils, so he brought the guys here?

No, a sixteen-year-old girl cannot have such a deep scheming.

After thinking about it, President Jiang finally brought this accident to Qingxi's stupidity.

But Qingxi is not stupid at all.

As early as Gu Mingyan and Gu Shiqin and his son analyzed that their father might have died by their peers, Qingxi regarded the Luo family's Fanghe Tower in Xiucheng and the Fuman family of the Du family as a suspect, but she forgot that the Luo family had a relative with the Jiang family in Hangcheng. Yesterday, Secretary Sun did not hesitate to offend Mr. Chen and wanted to expel her out. Qingxi initially understood that Secretary Sun looked down on women too much. After Gu Huaixiu and Lu Duo's reminder, Qingxi connected the Luo family and the Jiang family.

If Secretary Sun was really instructed by President Jiang, President Jiang must have stopped her from participating in the Food Festival for the Luo family. At the same time, it was proved that the Luo family did not want Xu Qingtang to make a comeback, and the Luo family was the real murderer of his father! If so, as Gu Huaixiu reminded her, the Jiang family would destroy her selection again.

Qingxi brought his own kitchen utensils to avoid falling into the trap of the Jiang family, but she also wanted to know whether the Luo family was the murderer behind the scenes and whether the Jiang family was an accomplice of the Luo family!

As early as when the chef in a restaurant was cooking, Qingxi silently observed the stove prepared by the association and the seasonings. Then he found that after the chef left, a staff member of the association added salt to the salt pot that was about to bottom out again. If President Jiang really wanted to disturb her and did not affect other restaurants, then this can of salt was the only tool he could use.

Before Qingxi's stall was placed at the association's stove, Qingxi focused on making cat ears, shrimp and eel noodles, and when Mr. Chen and others were tasting noodles, Qingxi also tasted Qian Wang Sixi Ding's soup, and then pretended that the soup tasted light. Qingxi put down the soup spoon and turned back, he casually pinched a little salt from the association's salt pot.

President Jiang noticed her movements, and looked at the shrimp and eel noodles in front of him, and he finally breathed a sigh of relief. To be fair, the little girl's two noodles were top-notch. He insisted on picking on them, which would only arouse the suspicion of Mr. Chen and President Hai. Now that Qingxi used salt that had been used to tamper with his hands and feet, he could give the Qian Wang Sixi Ding a low score without any scruples.

However, just when President Jiang was sure to win, he looked at Qingxi again accidentally, but saw the girl raising her hand and preparing to sprinkle salt into the soup pot. Suddenly, for some reason, hesitated for a moment, and then the girl actually retracted her hand, as if spilling the salt on the ground.

President Jiang's eyes turned cold. Could it be that the girl noticed that there was something wrong with the salt?

"It's better to be calm." Qingxi said to himself in a voice that was neither high nor low.

Because her stall is very close to the review seat, all three presidents heard it.

Mr. Chen laughed.

President Hai smiled and teased Qingxi: "I have a heavy mouth, add some salt!"

Qingxi's little face turned red and she put it straight on.

President Jiang said to the two old friends in a fair tone: "I can't grasp the amount of salt well, and I have too little experience."

Mr. Chen didn't say anything. President Hai had already picked up the chopsticks and waited to taste the last dish of today.

Qingxi personally distributed vegetables for the three elders and walked to President Jiang. Qingxi looked calm and had no different attitude towards President Jiang.

"Oh, this soup is so fresh!" As soon as President Jiang's chopsticks touched the old duck meat, President Hai's stunning praise came to his ears.

The praise of one of the presidents of the Hangzhou Restaurant Association is of no significance to Yuxi, and Yunxi's encouragement is comparable.

Qingxi's tense body finally relaxed. Seeing that President Hai was kind and kind, Qingxi also joked: "Will you still need to add salt to you?"

President Hai laughed and thought this girl was really interesting.

"Heroes are young, and this dish is full of the true teachings of Ling Zun." Mr. Chen also gave Qingxi a high evaluation.

"Thank you uncle for remembering your father." Qingxi solemnly bowed to Mr. Chen.

Only President Jiang didn't speak anymore, Qingxi stood up again and looked over nervously.

Facing the girl's nervous Apricot Eyes and President Hai, Mr. Chen looked at him with a smile, President Jiang was silent for a moment, and finally told the truth: "It tastes good, the girl has a future."

When things got to this point, he insisted on saying the good ones as bad ones, which would be detrimental to the Luo family.

"Thank you." Qingxi also bowed to President Jiang.

The evaluation results will not be announced until everyone participates in the competition. After tasting all the dishes, Qingxi and the other two packed up their things and went home.

When he got home, Qingxi showed that it was the same as usual. After the family had dinner, Qingxi followed Mrs. Xu to the backyard alone.

"How?" Under the dim kerosene lamp, Old Mrs. Xu whispered to her granddaughter.

Qingxi's face was as white as paper: "The association added alkaline to the new salt."

"That old man Luo Yicheng!" Old Mrs. Xu slapped the bed with a palm, almost slapping her teeth, but tears shone in her eyes, feeling sorry for her son who died in vain.

Qingxi couldn't hold it in her arms and sobbed. Her father died in the hands of a bandit who killed people without blinking. She died in the hands of an acquaintance who usually greeted and politely, and even more unfair!

Both grandparents and grandchildren cried and hugged each other tightly to comfort each other. After a while, Mrs. Xu calmed down first, wiped away her tears, and looked at the kerosene lamp on the cabinet. A strong hatred rose in Mrs. Xu's turbid eyes.

"Grandma, let's call the police?" Qingxi said with a grudge after crying enough.

Old Mrs. Xu smiled sarcastically: "Do you have evidence? Gu Huaixiu is so capable that he has not caught the old man's tail. What can a can of salt alone prove?"

Qingxi bit his lip and said unwillingly: "Do you just let them get away with it?"

Old Mrs. Xu's lips moved, and she met her granddaughter's wet almond eyes, so clean and clear. Old Mrs. Xu held down the harsh words that had reached her throat, touched her granddaughter's head, and sighed: "The Luo family has harmed your father. On the white road, we have no evidence. If we don't want to endure, we can only go to the underworld and hire someone to kill that old man, but my grandmother doesn't want to go to the underworld and doesn't want to become the second old man, then there is only one way left."

Qingxi asked anxiously: "What method?"

Old Mrs. Xu held her granddaughter's hand and ordered her granddaughter sternly: "You practice cooking well. The Luo family killed your father for the sake of the reputation of the chef god. We would not let him do what he wanted. We would let Xu Qingtang ride on the crane tower forever forever, angering the old man to death!"
Chapter completed!