"What are you two talking about?"

Just then, Mu Mu came back from the outside. They still live in a short rent house. The short rent house is usually three bedrooms and two living rooms. Mu Mu opened the door outside as if he had gone home.

"Nothing. Where have you been and how did you get so many newspapers back?"

Gu Zheng smiled gently. There was a pile of newspapers under Mu Mu's arm. It looked very thick.

"Pick it up, I can't hold it!"

Mumu shouted. Wang Dong hurried over. They put the newspaper on the tea table in the living room. Gu Zheng was stunned when he saw some contents in the newspaper.

"Hangzhou food competition ends, Shencheng young player wins the first prize"

"The dark horse is the strongest dark horse in the food competition"

"At the age of 23, Gu Zheng won the first place in Hangzhou food competition"

"Four thousand people wait outside the court until the ancient competition wins the championship"

"When the competition became famous, many big hotels in Hangzhou added egg fried rice and named it 'Jinlong Feitian'"

"The old, the middle and the young fight, the young laugh to the end"

"No. 1 among nearly 6000 people"

Million award and the right to use three shops in West Lake, the reward of one competition

These newspapers are all related to the ancient dispute. Both big and small newspapers reported the Hangzhou food competition and mentioned the ancient dispute.

Yesterday's events were on the news today, and there were so many that Gu Zheng didn't expect. Some newspapers also equipped with his photos.

"Isn't it just a local food competition? Why is there so much news?"

Gu Zheng frowned. Most of the newspapers exaggerated, but what he wrote was also true. He was indeed the winner. He was the first in the Hangzhou food competition.

"More, it's also called more. You haven't read the internet yet. It's just a newspaper. Today's newspapers are much worse than before. The most important thing is the online media!"

Wood white, Gu Zheng an eye, Wang Dong hurriedly took out his mobile phone and looked through the news.

Almost all the major portals have reported on the food competition. Some are popular, while others are on the food channel. For example, Mumu's website is popular and has made headlines for some time.

Not to mention in Hangzhou, almost all of the hundreds of large and small online media reported this matter and said a variety of things. They dug out many things about Gu Zheng, including Gu Zheng's career, his selling fried eggs, his last game and his father Gu Ming.

Almost everything except Liang Lao didn't appear in the news.

These media are really pervasive.

"So exaggerated?"

Gu Zheng also read some news on the Internet and was surprised. He was basically praising him, but it was a little big.

"Exaggeration? I don't think the evaluation of you on the scene yesterday is exaggeration. Gu Zheng, this time you are famous and become a big celebrity. Will you write on our website in the future?"

Mu Mu seemed to ask casually. In fact, he was very nervous.

This is also what President Wu asked him to ask. Now the ancient dispute is very different from before. In fact, many large hotels and restaurants are asking about the ancient dispute. Some people get the telephone number of the ancient dispute from the organizing committee. However, the ancient dispute has not opened the machine since yesterday and can't find the ancient dispute.

Some people find Mr. Wu. They know Gu Zheng's work. It's not difficult to find Mr. Wu.

As chefs, especially famous chefs, their income must be much better than writing manuscripts on their website. There are few characteristic writers on their website like Gu Zheng. If Gu Zheng doesn't write after that, it will also be a big loss for them.

"Write, of course. This is my profession!"

Gu Zheng wondered why he didn't write a manuscript, what to eat and drink, and writing food reviews was his hobby.

"You have a million bonus, three stores in West Lake and so many big hotels looking for you. Don't you be a cook?". Mu Mu looked at Gu Zheng in doubt

"Why should I be a cook?"

Gu Zheng was very helpless. He took part in the competition for the test. He didn't want to be a cook. If it weren't for this test, he wouldn't come to the competition and would still live a peaceful life.

Thinking of the test, Gu Zheng thought of his reward. The test of shredded chicken noodle soup was that he had overdrawn a fairy skill and skill from Qiling before. The first test was that Qiling took the initiative to ask for a reward without punishment.

He has taken away some of the rewards for the supplementary test, but there will still be some. The first prize is a "big reward". This damn weapon spirit came back silent yesterday. It never takes the initiative to complete the test. When there is no one, it must ask for it.

"Why don't you cook so well?" Mumu asked naturally.

Gu Zheng patted his head and looked at Mu Mu seriously. His eyes were full of helplessness: "who told you that a good cook must be a cook?"

Mumu is speechless. Indeed, no one stipulates that a good cook must be a cook. He can also do other things. It's just that it's strange that Gu Zheng won the first place in the food competition and doesn't want to be a cook.

In terms of specifications, the Hangzhou food competition is no inferior to the food competitions in other places. Gu Zheng's first is to go to the Chinese food competition, which can also achieve good results. Zhao Fu, who ranked 10th in the last Chinese food competition, lost to Gu Zheng.

I thought so, but Mumu didn't say so, but directly asked, "do you mean that you don't cook and continue to write the manuscript?"

"Of course, I'm not going to be a cook. If I wanted to be a cook, I would have gone!"

Gu Zheng nodded. What he wanted was freedom. The highly restrictive profession of chef was not suitable for him. It was better for food critics to go where they wanted, eat what they wanted, write some experience, and earn some royalties. Moreover, he didn't have to work at a fixed time every day. How good.

With such a good job, fools change.

"That's good. I'm relieved. By the way, you only gave me two manuscripts this month, and one is still missing. You must give it to me as soon as you go back!"

Mu Mu grinned and remembered that Gu Zheng was still short of a manuscript, so he urged the manuscript immediately.

Gu Zheng's mouth is crossed. Damn Mu Mu, you can't say anything else at this time. You have to do this kind of evil style. In other words, if Mu Mu didn't urge the draft, the work would be more perfect.

However, what I said just now is a reminder to Gu Zheng. Even Wang Dong has so many people who want to dig him, not to mention himself. It seems that he wants to find a way to get rid of these troubles. There are three facades in the West Lake. Gu Zheng certainly doesn't need them. These three facades are always empty, which is also a waste, not like transferring them.

The organizing committee did not force the champions to use these three facades, but set industry restrictions, that is, they must operate the facades of catering and food competition awards and do other businesses. That would have a bad impact.