Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Although Ye Fei’s culinary skills were great, she had never received professional or orthodox training after all.
It was slightly unrealistic for her to surpass the students of Chang Ping Culinary Academy.
“But this time, our target isn’t the ranking. The ranks and what-not aren’t important; as long as you can earn the judges’ approval, it will be enough to prove your culinary skills,” Li Xiaoyun said, “Let me check the registration eligibility.”
“Since the purpose is to send fresh new blood to the culinary world, the competition is aimed at young chefs under the age of 30,” Li Xiaoyun grasped Ye Fei’s hand instantly. “You can do it. Ye Fei, sign up and give it a go.”
“Wait a minute.” Ye Fei reminded her. “It’s going to be broadcasted on both the television station and the internet this time. You know why I have never shown my face while shooting the videos all these years. If my family sees it, they will definitely find their way here.”
Li Xiaoyun knew everything regarding Ye Fei’s business.
Thinking about Ye Fei’s concern, Li Xiaoyun hesitated too.
“You can wear a face mask!” Ye Xiaomo reminded from the side, “If you do that, no one will see you, right?”
But it wasn’t that simple at all.
If it was a direct—winner-takes-all system—that would still be fine.
The judging panel wouldn’t comment or inquire on every little thing.
But if she was promoted and she kept on wearing a face mask while conversing with the judges, she might even be found disrespectful.
“Let me consider it,” Ye Fei said.
“Think fast. The registration deadline is close,” Li Xiaoyun reminded, “I think that this is the best opportunity for you to prove yourself. Not only will you be able to ‘slap’ Shi Jiumei and the water army in their faces, haven’t you always wanted to become a chef with true skills? This is your chance.”
Ye Fei was somewhat tempted too. Fortunately, Li Xiaoyun gave her time to consider and did not rush her for a decision.
As mentioned, it was true that Ye Fei was still apprehensive about her family members.
It would have been fine if Ye Fei was alone facing those shameless types of people like her mother and older sister. She wasn’t afraid of them going after her to look for trouble.
But right now, she had Ye Xiaomo. So Ye Fei had to put a complete end to any possibility of Ye Xiaomo being harmed by them.
Of course, the best method was to go under the radar and disappear.
When Li Xiaoyun was leaving, Ye Fei sent her down the block before returning home.
Then, she saw Ye Xiaomo looking at something in the laptop that he was holding onto.
“What are you looking at again?” Ye Fei walked over and asked.
“Ye Xiaofei, look. This is that handsome uncle that I met at the wonton stall today. Of course, he still isn’t as handsome as me. I used his cell phone to give you a call but then after that, he had some business to handle so he left first,” Ye Xiaomo pointed to the photo on the screen. “So as it turns out, he is the president of Chang Ping Corporation.”
Ye Fei naturally ignored this little guy’s narcissistic words.
“He is called Zhao something?” He recognized the word Zhao in front but not the two words at the back.
“Zhao Gushen,” Ye Fei murmured repeatedly.
She didn’t know why but her heart kept growing warm.
She looked at the man in the picture—cutting a tall and straight figure. According to the modern lingo of today, he was truly all legs below his neck.
It wasn’t an exaggeration to say that he had a picturesque face.
A single glance was sufficient to cause people’s faces to redden uncontrollably.
The gaze of the man in the photograph seemed to penetrate the picture directly and enter her heart.
If she was already like this just by staring at his photo, she really didn’t dare to imagine what would become of her if she saw him in person.
Ye Xiaomo narrowed his eyes as he stared at Zhao Gushen’s photo and stroked his chin; who knew what sly idea he was even concocting.
Ye Fei urged him to bed.
***
On the second day, Ye Fei applied for a leave from school for Ye Xiaomo. He had experienced such a terrible grievance yesterday. Even if Ye Xiaomo didn’t say anything, Ye Fei didn’t want to let him go to the kindergarten to face the issue instantly.
After calling the teacher-in-charge of his class, Ye Fei accepted today’s afternoon orders.
As usual, it was the calorie-controlled meals that those few female office workers—from Chang Ping Corporation—had ordered.
Ye Xiaomo also saw what she was cooking, “Ye Xiaofei, are you going to Chang Ping Corporation to deliver the meals in the afternoon?”
“That’s right,” Ye Fei had already started preparing.
“I’ll accompany you,” Ye Xiaomo said and instantly ran over to Ye Fei.