"Old lady." Ye Fei was pleasantly surprised to see the old lady.

When the guests in the front row made way just now, Ye Fei saw them.

"Xiao Fei!" Xiao Mo, who was at the back, greeted Ye Fei energetically.

Zhao Gushen smiled and said, "We got tickets too, came over to have a taste."

Under Zhao Gushen’s gaze, Ye Fei’s face flushed with heat.

Although it was already hot by the grill, Ye Fei knew it was different.

"Old lady, which one would you like to try?" Ye Fei asked.

"Do you have any recommendations?" The old lady couldn’t take her eyes off, "I feel like eating everything."

"How about you try the chicken thigh?" Ye Fei suggested with a smile, "I’m afraid grilled cartilage might be a bit tough for you. Chicken skin is too fatty, not very healthy, and I don’t know if you’d like the cheese-stuffed peppers. If you’re curious, I can make some for you to try after the competition. There are other types I can prepare too."

"Mainly because the competition time is limited, I don’t dare to make too many types." Ye Fei explained.

"Then let’s go with the chicken thigh." The old lady decided.

Ye Fei handed her a skewer.

Zhao Gushen and the others didn’t cut in line, staying behind the original guests.

Seeing the next guest, Ye Fei was surprised: "You got a ticket?"

"Yes, yes!" Turned out this was the guest who came to Ye Fei first, "I barely got it. What a pity, though, when I went to exchange the ticket, I asked the staff if I could buy a bottle of beer. In this cooking competition, surely they should have it all, can’t be missing beer. But they just wouldn’t sell it to me. Otherwise, beer with skewers is a perfect match!"

The people behind nodded in agreement: "Exactly!"

"..." Ye Fei was momentarily stunned before she said with a helpless smile, "You’re really clever."

"So this time, what do you want to try?" Ye Fei asked.

"I want to try the grilled chicken skin." The person stared at the grilled chicken skin, swallowing incessantly.

Ye Fei gave him a skewer.

After everyone else finished buying, somehow, Zhao Gushen ended up last.

Xiao Ruofeng and Li Xiaoyun each chose a skewer, and Xiao Mo stood on tiptoe: "Xiao Fei, I want grilled chicken thigh."

"Alright." Ye Fei gave him one, and the little guy obediently ran to the side to eat.

"Godmother, what flavor is yours?" The little guy stared at Li Xiaoyun’s grilled pepper, "Is it tasty?"

"It’s delicious, how could something Xiao Fei grilled not be?" Li Xiaoyun said with a smile, "Want to taste it?"

The little guy’s eyes were fixed on the grilled pepper, nodding quickly.

"If you want to eat, just say it! Why be roundabout with your godmother?" Li Xiaoyun playfully flicked his forehead, surely picking this up from Zhao Gushen.

At this moment, Zhao Gushen was already standing in front of Ye Fei.

After a brief encounter backstage, they hadn’t seen each other.

So she hadn’t had the chance to feel shy yet.

But now, with Zhao Gushen standing before her, Ye Fei remembered the backstage incident.

"Why did all of you come up here?" Ye Fei asked quietly.

"The old lady insisted on coming up to try your skewers. I said you could make some for her privately later, but she said it’s not the same. She wanted to support you in person." Zhao Gushen explained with a smile.

"I didn’t expect the old lady would actually come." Ye Fei’s face was burning.

She wondered if the old lady said anything upon seeing Xiao Mo.

But it wasn’t the right time to ask now.