Back on Earth, Herbert had to use all sorts of persuasion to get through to Magnon's mind.
"What's wrong?" Sharon sounded weak from her voice.
"Herbert just called and said that there's a delicious restaurant in Huaxia. You can eat there even if you're sick or in a bad mood," Magnon said.
"Is there really such a magical restaurant? It sounds like magic, "Sharon said.
"Anyway, Sharon, haven't you always wanted to go to the East? Let's go to Huaxia first, then Japan. Just treat it as a vacation, "Magnon said.
Sharon nodded. "Okay, I'll listen to you."
"I'll go pack," Sharon said and went to the bedroom.
"Honey, you can't be too tired. Just let Ms. Angie do it," Magnon said.
Angie was their nanny.
"I like to pack for my husband. I used to pack for you when you went out. I'm afraid I won't be able to …" Sharon mumbled.
"Sharon, it's going to be fine, we're going to be fine," Magnon interrupted her.
"Sorry, Magnon. I'm affecting your mood again," Sharon said apologetically.
"It's all right, my dear," Magnon said. "Go and get ready. We can have dinner together in the Oriental Kingdom at this time tomorrow."
"Okay, I know." Sharon smiled and went back to the bedroom to pack.
"My old friend is so thoughtful." Magnon sighed as he looked at Sharon's skinny back.
Magnon did not believe that a restaurant could make a patient with terminal pancreatic cancer have an appetite.
In order to make Sharon eat more, Magnon had spent a lot of effort to ask Mr. Auguste to cook a meal.
As a senior in the French cuisine industry and the winner of the MOF, Auguste had stopped cooking a long time ago. Magnon had paid a huge price.
Sharon's wish when she was young was to eat Auguste's food. Even so, she did not eat much that night.
Magnon did not think that anyone could give Sharon a better appetite than Monsieur August.
On the other side of Earth, there was a time difference between the two places. Yuan Zhou and Yin Ya had just talked on the phone for half an hour.
In the past, Yuan Zhou felt that if something was worth half an hour on the phone, it wouldn't be a waste of time. If he had the time to talk on the phone, he might as well do something more meaningful.
Now — it smells so good!
"Head Chef Yuan, I need to trouble you with something."
Early in the morning, after breakfast, Cao Zhishu found Yuan Zhou and spoke respectfully and politely.
"What is it, Head Chef Cao?" Yuan Zhou felt that chefs should get straight to the point when talking. They were not businessmen, and there was no need to beat around the bush.
"I wonder if I'll be lucky enough to be able to invite Head Chef Yuan to Shu Restaurant in the afternoon," said Cao Zhishu.
Yuan Zhou did not say anything and waited for Cao Zhishu to continue. After all, Cao Zhishu would not invite him for no reason. There must be a reason.
"Thanks to Head Chef Yuan's guidance during the Spicy Boiled Fish exchange last time, we made some improvements. Today, the Six Flavors Spicy Boiled Fish is officially on the table. Therefore, we would like to invite Head Chef Yuan over to have a taste," Cao Zhishu introduced.
It had been two years since the Sichuan Cuisine Exemplary Restaurant Competition. To be able to thoroughly understand Yuan Zhou's culinary skills and come up with a new Spicy Boiled Fish in two years was already quite good.
This "very good" was not the opposite of "very good". As the signature dish of a restaurant, the chef had to be able to cook it. To put it more bluntly, it couldn't be too complicated. Many times, many delicacies wouldn't taste as good as before once the restaurant opened or the restaurant expanded.
A large part of the reason was due to the complexity of the dish.
It couldn't be too complicated, yet it had to be able to create the Six Flavors Spicy Boiled Fish in Yuan Zhou's dish.
Yuan Zhou asked, "What's the specific time?"
"3 p.m. sharp. If Head Chef Yuan has any problems with the timing, it can be pushed back," said Cao Zhishu.
"3 p.m. is fine," said Yuan Zhou.
"See you in the afternoon, then." Cao Zhishu didn't say if he was going to pick him up or not. With his grand-disciple, Cheng Ying, there, it wasn't his place to pick him up.
Having invited Yuan Zhou, Cao Zhishu left in high spirits.
Inviting Yuan Zhou to be a judge, inviting Yuan Zhou to appear on TV shows, inviting Yuan Zhou to accept interviews, inviting Yuan Zhou to comment on XXX, etc. As his fame grew, he received more and more invitations.
And this was even under the circumstance that Zhou Shijie had already declined a large portion of the invitations.
Wuhai was also having the same troubles.
Perhaps it was because the food in Yuanzhou shop was too good, but Wuhai's career was rising steadily.
How could it be rising steadily? Not long ago, Wuhai's painting, The Most Expensive Hands, was a painting of a pair of hands. This pair of hands was auctioned off in France for a very high price. Some people even said that this pair of hands was the same as Mona Lisa's Smile, a painting that surpassed its time.
Mona Lisa's true identity was being debated endlessly in the West. Similarly, people were also debating who the original form of the pair of hands in Wuhai's painting was.
Many foreign reporters came to Wuhai to get an answer from him, but Wuhai didn't say anything.
At the beginning of the month, Global Times evaluated Wuhai as one of the top ten painters of that time. One must know that he was the only Chinese and the only painter below the age of 35.
On the other side, Zong Mo, who was waiting for the restaurant to be free, suddenly appeared out of nowhere and slipped into the restaurant.
"Mr. Zong, what are you doing?"
Yuan Zhou was at the door and naturally saw it, so he directly asked.
"I have something to talk to you about, Boss Yuan," Zong Mo said with a solemn expression.
Seeing the solemn expression on Zong Mo's face, Yuan Zhou also became serious. He put down the things in his hands and said, "Mr. Zong, what is it?"
"It's a big matter. Can we talk inside?" Zong Mo pointed at the restaurant.
Yuan Zhou nodded. He went into the restaurant and looked at Zong Mo, waiting for the rest of the story.
"It's a bit serious," Zong Mo said as he put the small bag he was carrying on the table.
Yuan Zhou suddenly had a feeling that Zong Mo had sold a national treasure and was going to run away.
Zong Mo opened the bag. There were some small items in the bag, among which two bottles were the most eye-catching.
Zong Mo put the bottles on the table. Before Yuan Zhou could ask what was going on, Zong Mo's phone rang in his pocket.
It was a very loud ringtone, just like the ringtone of a disco in the past.
"Hello, what's up?"
"Are you alright?"
"Okay, okay. Wait for me. I'll be right there."
"Don't worry!"
Zong Mo answered the phone. Then, it seemed that something big had happened on the other side of the phone. After he answered the phone, his expression became even more serious.
After hanging up the phone, Zong Mo left in quick steps and said without turning his head back, "Boss Yuan, I have an urgent matter here. I'll talk to you when I come back."
Zong Mo's speed was really fast. Among all the people that Yuan Zhou had seen, only Wuhai's speed when he ran to eat was comparable to Zong Mo's speed.
"So …"
"What's the situation now?"
Yuan Zhou looked at the two bottles on the table and felt very confused.
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