This week, Song Song stayed with Song Xueqin in the rental apartment and didn’t move into the special apartment Xiao Jinghuai prepared for her.
To be honest, this feeling was rather relaxing, at least she was free from Sister-in-law Zhou’s lessons on tea ceremony, etiquette, and social dancing.
On Friday morning, she received an impromptu call from Shang Tao, suggesting they go shopping together after work...
Song Song agreed, promising to accompany her for a proper shopping spree to pick out some clothes.
The two of them had endless topics to talk about as soon as they met, and after buying clothes, they went into a clam noodle shop to eat.
Song Song stared at the clam noodles in front of her, looking like she had something to say.
Shang Tao was munching away, with her mouth full, "Little Bun, what’s up? Just say it, don’t be shy with me."
"...Taozi, don’t be too surprised after you hear it, also don’t scream and shout."
"I won’t, I promise, just say it already!" Shang Tao grinned playfully, "I felt something was off when I got back, turns out there really is something."
"It’s about me and your little..."
Just as Song Song was about to speak, a sudden urgent ringtone interrupted her...
The courage she had mustered all deflated again, Song Song smiled awkwardly and said, "Let me take this call first!"
"Sure."
Shang Tao nodded happily while gnawing on a duck neck.
"Hello, this is Song Song..."
"Miss Song, I’m a staff member from The World’s Number One Chef Competition. Congratulations on your successful registration. Please arrive at the venue by 8 a.m. tomorrow for the first round of auditions, otherwise your registration will be canceled..."
"Miss, please wait a moment... I didn’t register for any World’s Number One Chef competition, I think you must have dialed the wrong number."
Originally, Shang Tao, who was busy munching on the duck neck, nearly swallowed the bone upon hearing the phrase "World’s Number One Chef," and started winking at Song Song non-stop, "Enter, enter, you little fool."
"But I..."
"Miss Song, if you didn’t register yourself, it might have been a family member. You can check. I’ll reserve the spot for you. Have a nice day, goodbye!"
"..."
Song Song looked bewildered, holding the phone, "Taozi, was it you who secretly signed me up?"
"Pah! Of course it wasn’t me." Shang Tao said boldly, "If I wanted to sign you up, I’d do it openly."
"Little Bun, do you know which competition the World’s Number One Chef is?"
"Which one?"
"It’s the one where your male idol is a judge. I heard this competition stirred up the whole Qingcheng City, people from all over the country signed up, and there are even many foreign friends!"
Upon hearing this, Song Song remained calm, "Anyway, I can’t participate. If my mom found out, she’d definitely scold me to death."
"Little Bun... just this once, okay? Besides, with such an awesome competition, you might not even pass with your skills."
Song Song pouted, eating the clam noodles. On further thought, that’s true, she only knows a little, just some simple stir-fries, nothing truly remarkable.
Taozi says it’s a prestigious competition so the contestants must be extraordinary...
Plus, with the famous Mr. Zhou presiding, the level is raised by quite a bit.
"Little Bun, I’m begging you, just give it a try, okay?"
"Did they say when the competition is?"
Song Song paused, "They said the first round is at 8 a.m. tomorrow, if late, it counts as an automatic withdrawal..."
"Go, go! I’ll go with you tomorrow."
"Okay then! Anyway, I’m sure I’ll be eliminated... might as well go once."
Shang Tao made a "Yay" gesture, this little fool really believes she doesn’t stand a chance!
She’s traveled around the world tasting various cuisines, yet she still remembers the taste of her food vividly...
Based on this alone, she could easily make it into the top three, right?
At this moment, Song Song was resting her chin on her hand, pondering, "But who on earth signed me up?"