Brush Up Your Proficiency

Hearing Tang Guoliang's words, Wang Hao frowned, thinking, "National Culinary Competition? I've never heard of this kind of competition before. There haven't been any similar reports on the news or on TV."

As a businessman who made a living selling fried noodles, he paid quite a bit of attention to culinary arts, after all, they both belonged to the catering industry, just on vastly different scales.

Although Wang Hao had some doubts in his mind, he quickly dismissed them, after all, even if there really was such an event, it had nothing to do with him. It wasn't that he wasn't ambitious, but he felt it really wasn't necessary.

From a conventional point of view, the ultimate results of such competitions are nothing more than two things: money and fame.

Nowadays, for Wang Hao, who is content, the idea of 'enough is enough' has always been his only magic weapon against the temptation of money. After all, the daily profit of the restaurant already makes him very satisfied, so satisfied that he no longer desires money.

As for fame, he wants it even less. He feels resistant to the idea of being the center of attention, let alone actively striving for it. It's his nature, and sometimes he feels helpless about it.

After quickly figuring this out, Wang Hao directly refused, "No, Uncle Tang, you should leave this opportunity for someone else. Participating in a competition or something, I'll pass."

Wang Hao's refusal was very decisive, giving the impression that he had received a harassing phone call, showing an eagerness to avoid the matter at all costs.

Moreover, the speed was so fast that he spoke almost immediately after Tang Guoliang finished his invitation.

Unexpectedly, Wang Hao would give such a reaction, which made Tang Guoliang on the other end of the phone stand up in surprise.

According to the association's regulations, such talent will definitely be appointed as the standing director of the area where he is located after winning, that's a certainty.

And since there can only be one director in an area, naturally, he would have to step down and give way to the more capable.

Having been in this position for so many years, Tang Guoliang still has a lot of feelings for it. It would be a lie to say he doesn't care, but for the sake of the association's development and future, he finally chose to make a sacrifice.

But now Wang Hao actually rejected him so decisively, making his long emotional buildup simply touch himself. How could he not be annoyed?

"No, Uncle Tang, that's not what I meant. It's just that I really don't have any thoughts about this. It's my fault, not that I don't believe you. And according to what you said, after I win, I'll even replace you from the director's position, then I can't agree even more," Wang Hao quickly explained.

Wang Hao himself didn't even realize that his words didn't mention whether he could win the final victory after participating in the competition. It was as if the answer to this question had already been in his subconscious.

After all, he had deeply experienced the magic of the cheat these past few days.

Although such an event is national, there must be no shortage of masters in the culinary world, but no matter how outstanding a craftsman is, compared to someone with a cheat, the result is predictable, after all, the other party still lacks some luck.

Hearing Wang Hao say this, Tang Guoliang's heart calmed down a little, thinking, "This kid is not bad, he knows about my efforts."

He was able to accurately capture this sentence from the many words he said in his anxiety, so he passes in terms of considering others, but his temperament is too bland, he doesn't have the vigor of a young person at all.

After shaking his head slightly, Tang Guoliang said, "Don't rush to refuse, you should think about this matter carefully. There's still more than half a month until the registration deadline, so there's no rush to make a decision so quickly."

He felt that he should let Wang Hao slow down a bit, and at the same time, let his daughter also persuade him by talking to his sister.

Hearing Tang Guoliang say this, Wang Hao couldn't refuse again, after all, he still understood some of the ways of the world. Refusing once is expressing an attitude, but when the other party brings it up again, you shouldn't be too eager to express your opinion, it will make people feel uncomfortable.

After chatting with Tang Guoliang for a few more words, Wang Hao put down his phone after waiting for the other party to hang up, took a long breath, and rubbed his forehead. This kind of instinctive kindness from others really gave him a headache, and he didn't know how to deal with it.

Then he shook his head, put the matter aside for the time being, and Wang Hao returned to the kitchen to continue his busy work.

Outside the "Shi Wei Tian" restaurant, the same scene as yesterday was staged again, and the queuing crowd began to gather again. The magnificent queue made passers-by who were eager to go to work couldn't help but turn their heads frequently.

This kind of scene has been happening for two days, and their curiosity has already become saturated.

They thought to themselves, "What kind of food can make so many people line up every day? I have to come and experience it tonight after work."

And there were quite a few people who had this idea in their minds, as the saying goes, three men make a tiger, it's indeed true.

As eleven o'clock arrived, the gate of "Shi Wei Tian" slowly opened, and the queuing crowd immediately rushed into the gate of Shi Wei Tian.

But unlike in the past, they felt a peculiar feeling as soon as they came in, as if their whole body and mind were slowly becoming comfortable.

"Who is playing this erhu, it's really flavorful, it's so comfortable to listen to," some attentive people quickly discovered the source of that peculiar feeling, and they all exclaimed.

Then almost everyone subconsciously looked up in the direction of the sound, and then walked to their seats with a happy face.

The anxious mood that had arisen from waiting was instantly cleared by the music, and after ordering their food, they enjoyed the massage from the music with a look of trance.