Although Ye Fei is a good cook, she hasn't undergone formal professional training.
It's really a bit mysterious to compare her with students from the Changping Culinary Academy.
"But this time, our goal isn't about ranking. Rankings aren't important, as long as the judges recognize your culinary skills, it will prove your ability," said Li Xiaoyun. "Let me check the registration requirements."
"Because the goal is to introduce fresh blood into the culinary world, the competition is aimed at young chefs under the age of thirty." Li Xiaoyun immediately grabbed Ye Fei's hand, "You can do it, Ye Fei, sign up and give it a try."
"Wait a minute," Ye Fei reminded her, "This time, it's broadcast live on both TV and the internet. You know why I've never shown my face in videos all these years. If my family sees me, they'll definitely come looking."
Li Xiaoyun knew all about Ye Fei's situation.
Considering Ye Fei's concerns, Li Xiaoyun also hesitated.
"You could wear a mask!" Ye Xiaomo reminded from the side, "Then no one would see you."
It's not that simple.
If it was just the initial selections, that'd be fine.
The judges wouldn't ask for individual feedback.
But when she advances, it's a bit disrespectful to talk to the judges while still wearing a mask.
"I'll think about it," Ye Fei said.
"You should decide soon, the registration is closing fast," Li Xiaoyun reminded. "I think this is the best chance to prove yourself. Not only can you show up Shi Jiumei and those paid trolls, but haven't you always wanted to become a truly skilled chef? This is an opportunity."
Ye Fei felt a bit tempted, Li Xiaoyun gave her time to think and didn't rush her.
Indeed, as Ye Fei said, she still has to consider her family's concerns.
Just Ye Fei's mom and sister, those shameless people, if it were just Ye Fei alone, they wouldn't bother looking for trouble.
But now with Ye Xiaomo, Ye Fei must eliminate any possibility of him being hurt by them.
The best method is naturally to stay out of sight.
Li Xiaoyun left, and Ye Fei only returned after seeing her off downstairs.
She saw Ye Xiaomo watching something on the computer again.
"What are you watching again?" Ye Fei walked over to ask.
"Ye Xiaofei, look, this is the handsome uncle I met at the wonton stall today, although he's still a bit lesser compared to me. By the way, I made a call to you using his phone. But he left early because he had something to attend to," Ye Xiaomo pointed at the photo on the screen. "Turns out he's the CEO of Changping Group."
Ye Fei ignored the little guy's narcissistic remarks.
"What's his name?" She knew the "Zhao" character at the front, but not the other two.
"Zhao Gushen." Ye Fei muttered.
For some reason, her heart couldn't help but feel heated.
She looked at the man in the photo, tall and elegant, according to today's popular phrase—he's all legs from the neck down.
That face, even using "features as if painted" to describe it wouldn't be an exaggeration.
A glance makes one blush uncontrollably.
The man's gaze in the photo seems to see directly through the picture and into her heart.
Just from the photo, it feels that way, who knows what it would be like to see him in person.
Ye Xiaomo squinted at Zhao Gushen's photo, touching his chin, not knowing what trick he's thinking of.
Ye Fei urged him to go to bed.
***
The next day, Ye Fei took leave for Ye Xiaomo, letting him rest at home. Having faced such grievance yesterday, even though Ye Xiaomo doesn't say much, Ye Fei couldn't bear to have him go to kindergarten immediately.
After calling the class teacher to request leave, Ye Fei received an order for lunch.
It was still a group of female employees from Changping Group who ordered a weight-loss meal.
Ye Xiaomo noticed as well: "Ye Xiaofei, are you going to deliver lunch to Changping Group?"
"Yes," Ye Fei responded as she started preparing.
"I'll go with you," Ye Xiaomo immediately ran over and said.