In a small mountain town called Iguchi, which was still far from Kun City in Yun Province, a young man was running quickly on the cement road.
Although this place was surrounded by mountains, the village road had already been built into a cement road. This young man was about 20 years old. He quickly ran towards a small house with blue tiles.
"Dad, Dad, Dad, you're at home."
The young man shouted as he ran. When he ran to the door and saw his father sitting at the door smoking a cigarette, he was immediately dissatisfied.
"You brat, you're just like a soul. Even if you're not at home, you're still at home." The young man's father raised his hand and knocked on his tobacco pipe.
The father looked to be in his forties. His face and hands were very clean. Even though he was smoking, his hands were not yellow. His clothes were also clean. He was sitting on a small stool at the door.
"I have something urgent to attend to. Dad, please respond to me at home," the young man said.
"What is it?" Seeing that he didn't say anything, his father asked directly.
"You are not a village chef. There is a competition of village chefs now. I think once you show up, you will definitely be invincible." The young man gestured for a while and said excitedly.
"I'm not going." The old father shook his head.
"Why?" The young man immediately became anxious.
"What's the point of a competition? It's better to take a few more jobs and earn some money for you to marry a wife," the old father took a drag of the cigarette happily and said with a pragmatic tone.
"Then you might as well participate in the competition. The prize money is five hundred thousand," the young man immediately said.
"I still won't go. There's no fairness in the competition nowadays." The old father looked very worldly.
"No. This competition is very formal and is organized by the Chef's Association. Haven't you always wanted to join the Chef's Association?" the young man said immediately.
"I'm old now. I don't want to." The old man was still unmoved.
"I heard that the top five can join this time. Why don't you give it a try?" the young man continued.
"Oh? Besides the Chef's Association, who else is holding it? "The old father was a little moved and asked aloud.
"Of course, there's also the government," the young man immediately said.
"Are there any other rules?" the old man continued asking.
"By the way, this is the Village Chef Contest jointly organized by the three provinces. It's quite difficult. Dad, you have to work hard." The young man suddenly thought of this matter and immediately said.
"An alliance between the three provinces?" the old father asked.
"Yes, other than our Yun Province, there are also Gui Province and Chuan Province." The young man counted with his fingers one by one. Suddenly, he patted his head and said, "That's right. This event was started by that Yuan Zhou, the amazing chef you've heard of. I heard that he's the one who provided the prize money."
"Yuan Zhou, are you talking about Boss Yuan?" His father was interested.
"It should be true. I see it says that he is the new generation's pillar of the cooking world." The young man wasn't so sure, either.
"Why didn't you say so earlier? Head Chef Yuan is someone who follows the rules the most. He definitely won't make a mistake. Let's go," said the old man as he extinguished the cigarette and stood up.
"Where are we going?" The young man was dumbfounded and didn't know how to react.
"Of course I'm going to register. You're so stupid. Are you my son?" The old father knocked the young man's head with his pipe.
"He refused to go just now, but once he heard that it was Yuan Zhou, he went." The young man said indignantly, "Dad, you know Yuan Zhou?"
"Of course. Who doesn't know Boss Yuan who defeated the Japanese chef?" The old father said, "When you are even one-tenth as good as Head Chef Yuan, I will admit that you are my son."
The young man immediately became listless. Without saying anything else, he brought his father to register.
There were many similar things happening in other places. From this, it could be imagined that Yuan Zhou's influence had already spread to other provinces. It was just that the competition this time had brought his reputation to a higher level.
Regardless of whether it was the reputation of the cooked wheaten food chef, the friendly competition between China and Japan, or the variety show, he had gained a lot of recognition.
Of course, Yuan Zhou had no idea about this at all. He still thought that he was a greenhorn. After all, he was only an intermediate chef that the system had evaluated.
On the other side, the business of the Yuanzhou shop was booming as usual. Or rather, it was even more so than before the competition.
And there was a person whose temper was as hot as the business of the restaurant. This person was Zhang Yan, the chairman of the Sichuan Cuisine Chefs' Alliance, who had a bad temper. He was very angry now and directly rushed to Zhou Shijie's office.
With a sound of "Peng", Zhang Yan directly pushed the door open and walked in.
"Zhou Shijie, you old man. Why didn't you inform me that you were holding an activity in my Sichuan Province?" Zhang Yan pointed at Zhou Shijie and scolded him.
He had no choice. They had known each other for decades and the way they got along with each other had always been like this. If it was a formal occasion, they would care about their dignity. But in an informal occasion, they would scold each other as much as they could.
"Old man, you didn't even close the door when you came in." Zhou Shijie originally wanted to lose his temper, but when he saw the door was not closed, he suppressed his anger a little and stood up to close the door with a bang.
"Old man, you must be anxious. What's wrong with not telling you? Do you think the chairman of the Chef's Alliance needs your consent to hold an activity?" Zhou Shijie revealed a complacent manner of "you can beat me if you don't agree with me".
"You old pit. Come on. Let's see who is more powerful, the chairman or me." Zhang Yan immediately became angry. He directly rolled up his sleeves and was about to fight with him.
"Come on. I'm not afraid of you. What? Are you feeling unbalanced because the Yuan Chef didn't come to you?" Zhou Shijie stabbed him again.
"Yuan Chef? What does it have to do with Yuan Zhou? "Zhang Yan realized something was wrong and immediately asked alertly.
"Haw-haw. Old man, you don't even know this. How dare you come to me?" Zhou Shijie immediately ridiculed him impolitely.
"Humph. That's because I don't want to hear more news about you." Zhang Yan snorted coldly.
"This activity is planned by the Yuan Chef. It's said that it's a chance for those local chefs to become famous. It's not easy for him to hold a banquet in the countryside. He even paid for it himself." Speaking of Yuan Zhou, Zhou Shijie said with a satisfied tone.
Instantly, Zhang Yan wasn't angry anymore. Instead, he gasped in admiration, "You are really considerate."
"Of course. How can the person I like be bad?" Zhou Shijie revealed a complacent look.
"Since it's held by the Yuan Chef and it's the first time, I'll take charge of the activity in Chuan Province." Zhang Yan didn't pay attention to Zhou Shijie's complacency at all and said straightforwardly.
"Okay." Zhou Shijie nodded the head.
"I'm doing this for the sake of the Yuan Chef. If it's held by you, Old Pit, I'll definitely mess it up for you." Zhang Yan pointed at Zhou Shijie and said.
"Then you won't have a chance. Remember to hold the activity well." Zhou Shijie shrugged.
"Yuan Chef is the future of our Sichuan Cuisine. I can naturally handle such a small matter well." Zhang Yan was full of confidence. He emphasized on the two words "Sichuan Cuisine".
"What Sichuan Cuisine? Don't be so narrow-minded. Yuan Chef will take over my position in the future." Zhou Shijie immediately objected.
"Now, Yuan Chef is the exemplary restaurant of Sichuan Cuisine in Chuan Province." Zhang Yan made up his mind.
"This is just the beginning. Yuan Chef is still so young and has a long way to go in the future." Zhou Shijie said straightforwardly.
It was rare that Zhang Yan didn't refute him. No matter how much Zhang Yan didn't want to agree with Zhou Shijie's words, Sichuan Cuisine was really just the beginning for Yuan Zhou.
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