The day passed quickly, and the so-called food competition ended smoothly. Lin Dong felt extremely emotional when he looked at the selected "chefs" selected in the competition.

And those disciples who did not like cooking and did not win the competition stood aside in disappointment.

Lin Dong couldn't bear it and decided to have a good heart-to-heart talk with these dozen teenagers and explore their true thoughts. He felt that he could not force others to do things that others didn't like to do. If the teenagers who won the game really wanted to stay here, the chef could let them stay, and those teenagers who did not win the game could not immediately drive them down the mountain.

Sure enough, those young men who won the food competition in a confused manner actually just wanted to stay here to learn some real skills, and did not want to stay here to be a chef.

In fact, there are only one or two boys who really want to be a chef.

Lin Dong was in a little trouble.

The two teenagers who really wanted to be chefs looked very excited. One of them was tall teenagers named Lan Qier and said to Lin Dong quietly, "Actually, I have wanted to be a foodie since I was a child, but my father insisted on letting me study and practice. He chose a nearby private school for me. As a result, the gentleman was a violent maniac. If he memorized a word in the article, he would have to be beaten ten times. Fortunately, I had a good memory and never missed it. Later, my father chose a sect for me to learn the arts. Unexpectedly, after only half a year, the sect was killed by enemies. Fortunately, I took leave that day and went back. It is said that it was very miserable... I always wanted to tell my father that I wanted to be a cook, but I was afraid of being beaten by him. Senior brother, you are really my savior. I really want to thank you."

Lin Dong was very moved when he saw the boy's sincerity. After all, it was a very beautiful thing to reflect the ideal into reality, and he also indirectly fulfilled the boy's dream.

The other boy sat aside with a frown and sighed.

Lin Dong knew that the child not only failed the assessment or the food competition, but he walked up and comforted him a few words.

The boy told him that he was forced by his family, and that if he went back halfway, he would probably be blamed by his parents or even beaten by his father.

Lin Dong felt sorry for such a child who could not make decisions on his own life. From birth to growth, his parents were making arrangements for him. Gradually, he didn't even know what he wanted.

The child was so sad that he shed tears of sadness.

Lin Dong gently patted his shoulder and said earnestly, "A man is bleeding but not crying, but if you are very sad, you can cry. After crying, you have to think clearly about what kind of person you want to be and what you want to do. In the future, you must work hard according to your own direction and goals. When you want to cry, you can stand upside down or backflip the wall. In this way, the sad mood will calm down and tears will not flow out."

"But why do you need to stand upside down and backflips? If you want to cry, you will still cry no matter what action you do." The boy said in confusion.

Who knows why Hua Zelei said such a silly lines? Lin Dong just picked it up and used it. As for the backflip, he also said it in a silly TV series he had watched. At this time, he just wanted to comfort him. Is it necessary to get it to the bottom of it?

"When you stand upside down, your tears will fall back. When you are backflip, others will only notice your wonderful performance and will not find you crying." Lin Dong said perfunctorily.

The boy nodded in a daze, "Thank you, I want to know if I will be driven down the mountain tomorrow?"

"Uh..." Lin Dong scratched the back of his head, "This is tomorrow's business, let's talk about it tomorrow." He decided to observe these teenagers one by one tomorrow and let Liu Ruyan show them all the faces. If they have good faces, they will stay, and if they are not good, they will rush back.

After Lin Dong comforted these people, he asked them to go back to the dormitory to rest. He also went back to the yard where he lived. They almost didn't eat much on that day, and the things made from the food competition were enough to make them full. Although the steamed buns made by those people were not delicious and the desserts they made were a bit greasy, the dishes they cooked were all right. He and Huang Daxian drank five pots of wine with the dishes they cooked. Huang Daxian didn't watch it for a long time, but the alcohol content was not good. After two pots of wine were taken, they started talking nonsense. Lin Dong was afraid that he would reveal something he shouldn't say, so he immediately asked several disciples to take him back to the room where he lived.

At this moment, Huang Daxian was already asleep on the bed, muttering in her mouth, not knowing what she was muttering in her dreams, but he heard a sentence: "Lin Dong, run, the old man is back! If you don't run, that old guy will hit you."

Lin Dong stepped forward and patted his face, "Brother, wake up!"

Huang Daxian hummed and turned over and ignored him.

Lin Dong was also tired at this moment, so he washed up and lay on the bed. Just as he was about to fall asleep, Huang Daxian beside him screamed. Lin Dong's sleepiness that had finally gathered and dispersed suddenly dissipated. He kicked Huang Daxian in anger, "Huang Shiren, are you fucking wrong?"

Wong Tai Sin patted her forehead, "Oh, my god, I'm scared to death. You don't know I had a nightmare just now."

Lin Dong stared at him with anger, "Why didn't you starve to death in your dream?"

"Be careful, look at how cautious you are." Huang Daxian squirted and touched her stomach, "You can't say, I'm really hungry, do you have any food?"

Lin Dong kicked him off the bed, "If you have any food, go find it yourself, and go back to your own house to fall asleep after you have enough."

"Oh, forget it, I still won't eat it anymore. I have to tell you the dream I just had. You don't know what I dreamed of. It's so hateful. It's simply my mental torture." Wong Tai Sin sat on the ground and talked endlessly while recalling the nightmare he had.

Lin Dong covered his ears, "If you don't listen, don't listen, the turtle chants."

Huang Daxian was still excited for a while. He sat up with a carp and threw himself on the bed with one hand and held his other hand to pull his hand covering his ears, "You must listen today. If you don't listen, I tell you that the old man will definitely beat you up tomorrow. My dream is precisely predicting what will happen in the next few years."
Chapter completed!