Qin Zong arrived in New York at night.

  He randomly chose an ordinary hotel to live in, and went downstairs for breakfast the next morning.

  Soest Manor is the base camp of the Sidney Consortium.

  Qin Zong's slender fingers slid the screen and roughly glanced at the information. His dark phoenix eyes were stained with frost like ice and snow, "This little hooligan will take advantage of it."

  Master Qin's eyes fell on the word chef, and the chill was sinking in his eyes. Is this **** deliberately punishing him?

chef?

Yantao would never admit that she did it on purpose.

  Two o'clock in the afternoon.

  The butler led the seven men into the manor and bowed slightly, "Little son, these are all chefs who are here for the interview."

  The handsome young man lay lazily on the sofa with a glass of red wine in his right hand.

  Seven people look very ordinary.

   is some people, a bit higher.

  Young Master Yan’s plain hand on his chin, Jun's face opened with a wicked smile, "The first test question, tomato scrambled eggs, go and do it. Whoever makes it to my appetite will pass the test."

  The butler immediately led the people to the kitchen.

   Xiaoqi holds a flower in her hand: Master, the future young lady is here~

  Master Yan Meizizi: That is.

  Zongzong loves me so much.

  Little Seven...

  Tomato scrambled eggs, the most classic Chinese national dish.

  In less than ten minutes, there were seven scrambled eggs with tomatoes on the long table.

  There are various shapes and shapes.

  Some are beautifully presented, some are home-cooked style.

  The chefs who interviewed were so nervous watching the handsome boy approaching and tasting the dishes.

  The people who can enter the manor are all famous chefs.

   did a really good job.

  Master Yan tasted the fourth dish, stood up straight, smiled and asked, "Who made this?"

"I did it."

   A vigorous male voice sounded, Yan Tao followed his reputation, and the nearly 1.9-meter man had a very ordinary face.

  Well, even a little honest, with only one pair of eyes, dark and deep, making people unpredictable.

  She raised her eyebrows: "Yes."

   "Thank you, Master, for the compliment."

  Qin Zong nodded faintly, not shocked.

  The butler secretly applauded, this person is not bad.

  Maybe you can stay.

Yan Tao tasted the remaining dishes, dragged over the bench, leaned forward leisurely, and said in a clear voice, "The first dish, it depends on your basic skills. This second dish is a test of creativity and thought. ."

  Yantao puts her hands around her chest: “Cook a dish to confess to your sweetheart, pay attention to the theme, ask for romance, and make people fall in love at first sight.”

  Chefs? ? ?

  Can still have this kind of creativity?

  Qin Zong...

  Xiao Qi: Master, I feel that the young lady in the future may want to strangle you.

  He is here to save you, you still have to keep an inch.

   Yantao’s beautiful peach blossom eyes were turned into crescents, and she swept across the crowd with a smile: “To be my chef, you have to be creative and creative. The young master pays you so much salary, it’s not a free gift.”

  The chefs can only nod their heads: "Yes, Master."

  "Come, come, separate them this time," Yan Tao was in a good mood to direct the maids to lead the chefs to different places, "Can't anyone plagiarize other people's ideas."

  The butler was at a loss: "Master, don’t you want to be a chef of Chinese cuisine?"

  How to put together creativity?

   "What the young master wants is a chef with brains and creativity." Young Master Yan tilted Erlang's legs, and was in a moody mood.

  What kind of dishes does her family Zong Zong know?

  Master Yan thought: Is it a rose? Still put your mind?

  Xiaoqi Liangliang said: Master, you really think so much. I think Mrs. Young may directly insert a knife in the future, and then drip two drops of blood in response to the scene.

  Yantao...Shut up!