NOVPUBChapter 866: Chapter 866: Such a Toxic Tongue_1 Chapter 866: Chapter 866: Such a Toxic Tongue_1 “She knows nothing about Pingla.” Adrian Zhekova said to Cindy Clarke, “Pingla has high-ranking officials in the International Chefs Association and many members.”
“Samson Zhekova is one of them,” said Adrian Zhekova.
Cindy Clarke was surprised, she never thought of this.
Adrian Zhekova smiled and said, “As one of the top four global culinary schools, Pingla Academy must have its members included.”
“And Samson Zhekova, as the headmaster of Pingla Academy, as well as the winner of the previous International Culinary Competition, a Michelin three-star chef, serves as a director in the association.”
“To be honest, if there was any latest news, I would go straight to Samson Zhekova.” Adrian Zhekova said.
“Michael Greene is also a member of the International Chefs Association.” Adrian Zhekova added, “Many chefs under Pingla are.”
Cindy Clarke didn’t expect Samson Zhekova to have such a significant role in the International Chefs Association.
No wonder Adrian Zhekova didn’t care what Jenny Kirk said.
“Has Samson not mentioned what Jenny Kirk spoke of?” Cindy Clarke asked.
She didn’t doubt that Samson Zhekova deliberately concealed it.
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Having met Samson Zhekova only once, Cindy Clarke had a very good impression of him.
Samson Zhekova is open-minded and wouldn’t keep Adrian Zhekova in the dark if he knew something changed.
Besides, he is the headmaster of Pingla Academy.
The students from Pingla Academy would also be participating in International Culinary Competition.
He wouldn’t watch his students suffer losses.
“If Samson knew, he would indeed inform me first.” Adrian Zhekova said.
“He is in Pingla Academy, not permanently in International Chefs Association headquarters, he just goes there for annual meetings.” Adrian Zhekova said.
“However, for the International Culinary Competition, such as the rules and other changes, once confirmed, it would be reported to the association, and all the high-ranking officers would be notified by email.”
“If Samson didn’t receive it, then it means those changes are only in discussion and have not been finalized yet.” Adrian Zhekova said.
“Jenny Kirk heard some rumors and came to show off that she could influence the Cooking Competition.” Adrian Zhekova said.
Adrian Zhekova also trusted Samson Zhekova.
Cindy Clarke nodded her head.
She was relieved when she realized Jenny Kirk couldn’t influence anything.
Relaxing, she made a joke to Adrian Zhekova, “I never thought after getting married, you’d get a secret admirer.”
“What secret admirer?” Adrian Zhekova immediately wrapped his arm around Cindy Clarke’s waist.
“You’re insulting secret admirers.”
Cindy Clarke: “…”
This man, so poisonous with words!
“You’re such a poison tongue, you should say it in front of Jenny Kirk next time.” Cindy Clarke said.
So that Jenny Kirk won’t be thinking about Adrian Zhekova and believing she still has a chance.
Adrian Zhekova nodded, “Understood.”
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In a blink of an eye, it was the day of the competition.
Because Jayden Zhekova, Aria Evans, Samson Zhekova, and Lyke Zhekova were all going to the competition.
Everyone rarely gathered at the family mansion.
With so many people, it was an impressive sight.
Although Gabriel Zhekova’s family wasn’t there.
Even without them, it was still a grand sight.
Moreover, without Gabriel Zhekova’s family there to be strange and distant, it was more harmonious.
Everyone came by car.
The elderly couple had one car, Jayden Zhekova’s family one, Lyk Zhekova one, Maverick Zhekova and Victoria Wheeler one.
And naturally, Adrian Zhekova, Cindy Clarke and their little munchkin were in one car.
So there were five cars in total.
The little one was sitting in the backseat, not yet buckled into his seatbelt before the car started moving.
He knelt on the chair, and with his chubby little hands propping on the back of the chair, he looked back.
The other four cars were all lined up behind them.
The little one propped his chin on his hand, shaking his head and said, “Looking like this, just like a wedding, a line of wedding cars on the road, so impressive.”
Cindy Clarke: “…”
You know what, it does look like that.
And, the cars belonging to Maverick Zhekova and the rest were all not cheap.
They were all luxury cars.
Except for the number of cars, them parked together looked just like wedding cars.
“Cindy, how many cars are usually in a wedding convoy?” the little one asked.
“Hmm…six or eight, I suppose.” Cindy Clarke replied.
His question reminded Adrian Zhekova.
Their wedding was still in the preparation stage.
They had registered their marriage a while ago.
They were waiting for warmer weather to hold the wedding.
By then, they must have an impressive lineup of wedding cars.
Before Old Madam came out, Adrian Zhekova and the rest waited in the car.
They had nothing else to do anyway.
Adrian Zhekova asked Cindy Clarke, “How many cars do you think we should have for our wedding?”
“I think eight are a bit few.” Adrian Zhekova, stroking his chin, said.
Cindy Clarke: “…”
It couldn’t be eighty, right?
“I think that eight is just about right.” Cindy Clarke said.
“No, I think at least twelve.” Adrian Zhekova said again.
Cindy Clarke: “…”
“Then twelve would also be suitable.” Cindy Clarke said, “Too many could cause a long traffic delay.”
The wedding cars should ideally drive in one procession, preferably without an interruption.
That would cause a severe jam.
The traffic in Belford is already not too good.
“Let me think about it.” Adrian Zhekova didn’t immediately agree.
No one knew what he was thinking about.
Cindy Clarke: “…”
By then, the elderly couple finally came out.
They could still hear the Old Master complaining in the car about the Old Madam being too slow.
“Look at your dilly-dallying, don’t let Cindy Clarke be late.” Old Master said.
“I know, I know.” Old Madam impatiently responded, “You’re so naggy.”
When everyone got into the cars, they finally headed off to the racecourse.
Cindy Clarke hadn’t seen Cynthia Florine and the rest for some time after the New Year.
Although they recorded special episodes together during the holidays.
Still, Cindy Clarke thought it seemed like a long time.
Because Cindy Clarke’s marriage with Adrian Zhekova was now public knowledge.
So this time, the people who sent Cindy Clarke over didn’t avoid the public and didn’t intentionally keep a low profile.
They parked their car in the parking lot.
Then they got out of the car together to take Cindy Clarke to the backstage.
On the way to the backstage, they naturally encountered many audience members who came to watch the competition.
Some had just parked their cars intending to head towards the ticket counter.
Some were already queueing at the ticket counter.
Others were on their way towards the ticket counter.
There were several ticket counters.
Audiences who bought tickets for different areas went to corresponding ticket counters to have their tickets checked and enter.
On this road, the visitors coming and going were many.
