Zhang Yan gave the position of Chairman of the Sichuan cuisine Association to Cheng zhaomei.
To be precise, it wasn't handed over. After all, the Sichuan cuisine Association was affiliated with the chef's Association. This kind of semi-official organization didn't have a single word. After the voting of the Association's directors, Cheng zhaomei passed with a unanimous vote.
Under his wise guidance, Cheng zhaomei also became a master.
"I didn't expect to see my disciple become the chairman of the Sichuan cuisine Association one day." "Zhao Mei has grown up," Yuan Zhou felt gratified.
I have to prepare a gift for Zhao Mei." Yuan Zhou stroked the non-existent beard on his chin.
Yuan Zhou felt that his brain had become more and more intelligent after he was recognized as a genius by the system. In just a short while, he had already thought of what kind of gift he should give his apprentice.
