While Yuan Zhou was a little worried, someone on the other side had a higher evaluation of Yuan Zhou and even started to admire him.
This person was none other than Ancestor Zhen, the Cantonese Cuisine Master who had once communicated with Yuan Zhou.
It all started yesterday. Yuan Zhou had posted on his Wechat Moments that he had lost his phone. Then, Zhou Shijie called him to ask about it. Finally, he found out that it was because of a bowl of Double-skin Milk.
As a senior Yuan Flatterer, Zhou Shijie naturally had to help Yuan Zhou win the favor of the older generation of chefs. Thus, he called the chairman of the Guangdong Province Chefs' Alliance to inform him.
Coincidentally, Song Ming, the chairman of the Guangdong Province Chefs' Alliance, was acquainted with Ancestor Zhen and had a good relationship with him. This person was the Guangdong Pastry Master that Ancestor Zhen had once mentioned.
That's right. As a Guangdong Pastry Master, he wasn't a member of the Desserts Association, but the chairman of the Chefs' Alliance. Naturally, there was a grudge between them. Of course, it was not to be mentioned here.
Because Ancestor Zhen had once talked about Yuan Zhou when they met after returning from Chengdu, Song Ming called Ancestor Zhen as soon as he knew about it.
"Old Zhen, do you know that Yuan is stirring up trouble again?" Song Ming asked.
"What is it?" Ancestor Zhen asked curiously, "Is he researching a new knife technique or improving the seasoning?"
"Not really," Song Ming deliberately kept him in suspense.
"Tell me quickly. The older you get, the more you like to do this," Ancestor Zhen said impatiently.
"Three days ago, Head Chef Yuan came to Guangzhou, Guangdong Province." Song Ming didn't care about that and continued to tell him at his own pace.
"He came? Where is he now? "Ancestor Zhen asked in surprise.
"He left long ago. He came in the early morning and left for half the night," Song Ming said.
"Why?" Ancestor Zhen asked with a frown.
"It's not necessarily a big deal, but it's precisely because it's a small deal that I'm telling you," Song Ming said.
"If you want to tell me, then tell me quickly. You are so long-winded," Ancestor Zhen urged again.
"Head Chef Yuan came here just to taste the local Double-skin Milk in Guangdong Province," Song Ming said.
"This …" Ancestor Zhen froze.
Yes, just like what Song Ming said, this was really a small matter. To be honest, even they would chase a thousand miles for a taste. This was the necessary consciousness of a famous chef.
But how old were they? Forming such a habit was related to age, experience, culinary skills, and many other aspects.
How old was Yuan Zhou? He was only 27 years old this year. In other words, no one at his age would have such a rigorous spirit, especially when he had such good cooking skills.
He was neither arrogant nor rash. He had chased a thousand miles for a bit of flavor. Ancestor Zhen carefully considered whether he, a twenty-seven year old, could do this. The answer was no.
The reason was very simple. It wasn't because he didn't love cooking, but because he was young and couldn't wait to be proud of having such good cooking skills. How could he be so cautious and treat cooking as usual?
Ancestor Zhen could only say, "This child will definitely be a legend in the future."
"I think so too." Song Ming agreed. "Looks like I have to speed up my trip to Chengdu."
"Go, go. It's worth it," said Ancestor Zhen.
"Alright," answered Song Ming. Then, the two of them hung up in tacit understanding.
After hanging up the phone, both of them had a deeper understanding of Yuan Zhou at the same time.
"He's neither arrogant nor rash. He's consistent. If such a person doesn't succeed, then the heavens must be blind," teased Ancestor Zhen. Then, he went to study the recipe.
After hearing about Yuan Zhou's matter, he had an even higher requirement for his cooking skills.
Naturally, Yuan Zhou didn't know about these things. At this time, it was already dark in Chengdu. Fortunately, although the sky was dark, it was very clear. There were even sparkling stars hanging in the inky black sky.
Ling Hong arrived at this time. At this time, Shin Min's last bus had just left.
"Compass, I'm here for a drink." As soon as Ling Hong entered the door, he waved at Yuan Zhou, who was in the kitchen.
Of course, at this time, Yuan Zhou had already changed his clothes. It was a black, narrow-sleeved Han Chinese robe embroidered with dark green lotus leaves.
"You change clothes faster than me. Aren't you being too particular?" Ling Hong couldn't help but say.
"Cleanliness and tidiness are the basic requirements of a chef," said Yuan Zhou solemnly.
"But this isn't just cleanliness and tidiness. It's a serious case of mysophobia," complained Ling Hong.
"What do you want to eat?" Yuan Zhou ignored Ling Hong's complaints and asked directly.
"There's even a midnight snack?" asked Ling Hong with interest.
"Drinking on an empty stomach is bad for the body," Yuan Zhou said seriously.
"Then give me some dishes to go with the wine. Didn't you say that we can drink as much as we want? We won't go home until we're drunk," said Ling Hong casually.
Yuan Zhou nodded and agreed, "Okay. Then, Translucent Beef Slices, Spiced Beans, Drunkard's Peanuts and two cups of yogurt. That's all."
"You actually prepared so much. It seems that you really intend to let me drink for a whole night?" Ling Hong stroked his spiky hair and said in surprise.
"No. It depends on how long you want to drink." Yuan Zhou shook his head.
"Then I'm really curious about what you are going to tell me," said Ling Hong curiously, "Am I not my father's biological son?"
"My grandfather's legacy is going to be inherited by you?"
"Are you my long-lost younger brother?"
"These are not that big of a deal." Ling Hong made several guesses in a row.
Yuan Zhou couldn't bear it anymore, especially the last sentence, which was really coquettish. He couldn't help saying, "None of them. You'll know in a while."
"Okay, I won't make random guesses. But the dishes that go with the wine today are so plentiful. Can they be kept?" Ling Hong turned his head and looked at the light on in the art studio and said.
"He won't come," Yuan Zhou said affirmatively.
"Are you kidding me? How can he not have a share when there's food? "Ling Hong became more astonished.
"It's hard to say at other times. But he won't come today," said Yuan Zhou.
"Good. Let me carry the plates," Ling Hong took up the tray that had been prepared on the partition board and said with a shrug.
"Um," Yuan Zhou nodded the head and then opened the partition board and walked out.
Yuan Zhou walked ahead of him and opened the sergestes wall view door first to let Ling Hong enter.
After Ling Hong entered the door, Yuan Zhou walked to the door and pulled down the shutter door and closed the door. Only then did he go back into the restaurant and entered through the sergestes wall view door.
At that time, however, Ling Hong had already walked to the first floor of the pub and prepared to go upstairs.
When Yuan Zhou went upstairs, he saw Ling Hong staring at the liquor on the table in a daze.
On the stone table, there was a pot of bamboo liquor, four bottles of red wine and two bottles of draft beer. The lineup could be said to be quite luxurious.
"So many of them are all for me?" Ling Hong pointed at the liquor and asked.
"If you want, you can drink them all up," said Yuan Zhou, "but you have to drink the yogurt first."
"What a generous treat." Ling Hong sighed with emotion. Then, he picked up the yogurt that was carried to him and drank it up in one gulp. Then, he said, "I need a mouthful of milk to calm down. I always feel that you are not right tonight."
"Have you calmed down?" Yuan Zhou sat down and asked while looking at Ling Hong solemnly.
"Are you going to tell me?" Ling Hong was a little surprised. He was a little expectant and suddenly didn't want to know.
"Yes, you can." Yuan Zhou nodded the head.
"Okay. Go ahead." Ling Hong nodded the head.
"Ruan Xiaoqing has terminal pancreatic cancer. When I met her, she said she only had two months to live," said Yuan Zhou word by word with a clear voice.
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