Chapter 866: Chapter 866: Such a Sharp Tongue
"She doesn’t know a thing about Changping," Zhao Gushen said to Ye Fei. "Changping Academy has people in high-ranking positions within the International Chef Association, and many members too."
"Not to mention others, even Gu Xian is a member of the International Chef Association," Zhao Gushen said.
Ye Fei was surprised; she hadn’t thought of this.
Zhao Gushen chuckled, saying, "As one of the world’s four major culinary schools, how could Changping Academy not have a place among them?"
"And Gu Xian, being the president of Changping Academy, is also the champion of the previous International Cooking Competition, a Michelin three-star chef. He serves as a director in the International Chef Association."
"Honestly, if there’s any latest news, I can simply ask Gu Xian," Zhao Gushen said.
"Gu Changfeng is also a member of the International Chef Association," Zhao Gushen continued, "Quite a few chefs under Changping Academy are members."
Ye Fei hadn’t expected Zhao Guoxian to hold such a significant position in the International Chef Association.
No wonder Zhao Gushen didn’t take Zhuang Mingyan’s words seriously at all.
"So, hasn’t Gu Xian mentioned what Zhuang Mingyan talked about?" Ye Fei asked again.
She wasn’t suspecting Gu Xian of deliberately hiding anything.
Though she’d only met Gu Xian once, Ye Fei had a very good impression of him.
Zhao Guoxian was an easy-going and generous person; if he truly knew anything had changed, he wouldn’t hide it from Zhao Gushen.
Besides, he was the president of Changping Academy.
The students of Changping Academy also need to participate in the International Cooking Competition.
He couldn’t stand by and watch his students suffer.
"If Gu Xian knew, he would definitely tell me right away," Zhao Gushen said.
"He’s at the Changping Academy and doesn’t reside at the International Chef Association headquarters, only going to meetings annually," Zhao Gushen explained.
"But when it comes to the International Cooking Competition, whether it’s rules or other changes, once determined, they report it to the International Chef Association and email all the executives."
"If Gu Xian hasn’t received anything, it indicates those changes are still being discussed and haven’t been finalized," Zhao Gushen clarified.
"Zhuang Mingyan heard some rumors somewhere and came to show off to me that she can speak for the Culinary Competition," Zhao Gushen said.
Zhao Gushen, who was very trusting of Gu Xian.
Ye Fei nodded.
Zhuang Mingyan couldn’t affect anything at all, so she felt relieved.
Relaxing, Ye Fei joked with Zhao Gushen, "Who would’ve thought, even after getting married, a peach blossom could still bloom for you."
"That’s not any peach blossom," Zhao Gushen encircled Ye Fei’s waist, "You’re insulting peach blossoms."
Ye Fei: "..."
This guy, his words are sharp!
"With your sharp tongue, next time, say this directly to Zhuang Mingyan," Ye Fei suggested.
So that Zhuang Mingyan doesn’t keep pining for Zhao Gushen, thinking she has a chance.
Zhao Gushen nodded, "I’ll listen to you."
***
In the blink of an eye, it was the day of the competition.
Because Zhao Dinglian, Lin Ligge, Zhao Guoxian, and Zhao Dingli also planned to attend in person.
The family gathered together at the old residence.
With a large group of them, they made quite a formidable scene.
Although Zhao Dingye’s family wasn’t present.
Even without those three, the presence was still strong.
Moreover, without Zhao Dingye’s family being here with their passive aggressiveness, people were here in spirit too.
Without them, everything was even more harmonious.
Each family drove their car.
The elderly couple in one car, Zhao Dinglian’s family in another, Zhao Dingli alone in one, Zhao Dinghuan and Chi Jingsi in one.
And naturally, Zhao Gushen traveled with Ye Fei and the little one in one car.
When you add it all up, that’s five cars.
The little guy sat in the back seat, and before the car started moving, he hadn’t buckled his seatbelt yet.
Kneeling on the seat, his two chubby hands propped on the seat back, he gazed backward.
The other four cars lined up side by side behind them.
The little guy, resting his chin on his hands, swaying his head side to side said: "Looking at it like this, it’s just like a wedding convoy lined up on the road, so grand."
Ye Fei: "..."
Really, it does feel a bit like it.
Moreover, Zhao Dinghuan and the others’ cars aren’t cheap either.
They’re all luxury cars.
Aside from the numbers being slightly off, parked together like this, it really does resemble a wedding convoy.
"Xiao Fei, how many cars are usually in a wedding convoy?" the little guy asked.
"Hmm... Six or eight," Ye Fei responded.
The little guy’s question reminded Zhao Gushen.
Their wedding was still in preparations.
He and Ye Fei had been registered for a while.
They were just waiting for warmer weather to hold the wedding.
By then, they would certainly ensure the wedding convoy was grand.
Since the elderly couple hadn’t come out yet, Zhao Gushen and others waited in the car.
Anyway, they had nothing urgent to do.
So Zhao Gushen asked Ye Fei, "For our wedding, how many cars do you think are enough?"
"I think eight cars might be a bit few," Zhao Gushen touched his chin and said.
Ye Fei: "..."
Surely not eighty cars, right?
"I think eight cars are just about right," Ye Fei suggested.
"No way, I think at least twelve," Zhao Gushen added.
Ye Fei: "..."
"Okay then, twelve seems reasonable," Ye Fei agreed, "Too many, and they’ll block the road for too long."
Wedding cars should preferably drive in a continuous row without breaking apart.
This would cause quite a traffic jam.
Traffic in B City wasn’t particularly good in the first place.
"Let me think about it," Zhao Gushen didn’t agree immediately.
No one knew what he was pondering again.
Ye Fei: "..."
Just then, the elderly couple finally came out.
From inside the car, they could hear the old man complaining about the old lady being slow.
"You dawdle, don’t let Xiao Fei be late," the old man said.
"I know, I know," the old lady replied impatiently, "You really nag."
Once everyone was in the car, they drove off toward the competition venue.
After the New Year, Ye Fei hadn’t seen Hua Ciyue and the others for quite a few days.
Despite recording a special program together during the holidays.
Ye Fei still felt as though a long time had passed.
Since Ye Fei and Zhao Gushen’s marriage was widely known.
Today, they didn’t avoid people, nor did they deliberately keep a low profile.
Parking the cars in the parking lot, they all got out to escort Ye Fei backstage.
On the way to the backstage, they naturally encountered many fans coming to watch the competition.
Some audience members had driven over, having just parked their cars and heading toward the ticket entrance.
Some were already lined up at the ticket entrance.
Others were on the way to the ticket entrance.
There were several ticket entrances.
Based on the different seating area tickets they bought, audience members went to the respective ticket entrance for checking in.
Throughout the journey, there were plenty of audience members coming and going.
