Magnon and Dr. Herbert went straight to the hotel with the sleepy Sharon. They checked in first and then went to Yuanzhou shop with the translator for dinner.
It was three o 'clock in the afternoon when Herbert and the other two arrived at Chengdu. It was still early, but when the translator heard that they were going to Yuanzhou shop, he advised them to go there as soon as possible, or they wouldn't be able to get a table.
Magnon snorted at the suggestion. In foreign countries, famous chefs usually had to make reservations at least three months in advance.
They had inquired about Yuan Zhou's shop and found that there was no need to make a reservation. They could go in early for dinner.
Because of that, Magnon didn't believe that Yuan Zhou had any amazing cooking skills. After all, every master had a temper, and a shop that didn't even need to make a reservation was not worth his time.
However, Magnon was desperate. First, it was because of Chu's good comments, and second, it was because of his good friend Dr. Herbert's uncertain patient. That was why he decided to come to Chengdu first after coming to China.
With that in mind, as soon as they arrived at the hotel, Magnon brought Sharon to her room and told her to have a good night's sleep.
Meanwhile, in the restaurant, Yuan Zhou was talking on the phone with a serious face.
"Go ahead, Uncle Zhou." Yuan Zhou picked up the phone and said directly. At the same time, he reached out to hold Yin Ya's hand on the table and gently squeezed it to comfort her.
"Yuan, there's something wrong with your cooking show." Zhou Shijie knew Yuan Zhou's temper very well, so he got straight to the point.
Yin Ya blushed. She tried to break free but failed. She wanted to glare at Yuan Zhou, but when she saw Yuan Zhou frown, she gave up and turned her hand to let Yuan Zhou hold it better.
Yuan Zhou, on the other hand, listened to Zhou Shijie attentively.
"So, you're saying that for some reason, the French cooking world sent a lot of masters to attend my cooking show," Yuan Zhou concluded.
"Yes, that's right." Zhou Shijie affirmed. After a pause, he continued, "Actually, I can guess a little, but this was also told to me by that kid, Chu Xiao."
"Go ahead," Yuan Zhou said.
"Chu Xiao said that he broadcasted the video of your knife skills in public at a banquet. I guess that's why those people want to watch it," Zhou Shijie said.
"No matter what the reason is, it's a good thing that you're here." Yuan Zhou's tone was confident, without a hint of nervousness.
"Yes, that's a good thing. It's just that the venue we've prepared is a little small," Zhou Shijie said.
"So you called me today because you want me to find a venue?" Yuan Zhou asked directly.
"Of course not. I'm just telling you that the scale of the restaurant will be greatly expanded. I want you to prepare well and tell those arrogant French chefs to gouge their eyes out." Zhou Shijie's tone was rather vicious. "Of course not.
It seemed that Zhou Shijie didn't get along well with those high-class French chefs.
"Um, I will," Yuan Zhou promised earnestly.
"Okay. That's all. You can prepare well now," Zhou Shijie instructed.
"Okay," Yuan Zhou answered and then asked, "Uncle Zhou, you haven't chosen the new venue yet, right?"
"That's true. But don't worry about it. I'll take care of it," Zhou Shijie said straightforwardly.
"Um. Thank you, Uncle Zhou," Yuan Zhou said.
"Go ahead, go ahead," Zhou Shijie said and hung up the phone.
After the phone was hung up, Yuan Zhou put away his phone but didn't withdraw his hand. He was still holding Yin Ya's hand.
After holding it for a long time, Yin Ya had gotten used to it. Seeing Yuan Zhou put away his phone, Yin Ya bit her lips without a trace and said, "I know a suitable venue. I want to help. Is that okay?"
"Um?" Yuan Zhou raised his head and looked at Yin Ya.
"Well, I heard from your conversation with Chairman Zhou just now that you need a bigger venue for your personal cooking exhibition, right?" Yin Ya said.
"Um." Yuan Zhou nodded his head.
"I know the new gourmet city opened by Mr. Wu. There's a very big banquet hall there. It can be used as an exhibition hall for the cooking exhibition," Yin Ya said.
That's right. From the moment she saw Yuan Zhou frown, Yin Ya had been listening to Yuan Zhou carefully. As a CEO's assistant, she was supposed to help the CEO solve all kinds of business problems and clients' problems.
Therefore, almost as soon as Yuan Zhou said he needed to change the venue, Yin Ya went through all the information she knew in her mind and came up with this idea instantly.
"I know the personal cooking exhibition is very important to you. I've been wanting to help you for a long time, but I didn't have the chance. Can you let me handle the venue this time?" Yin Ya gently held Yuan Zhou's hand back and even waved it slightly. Obviously, she was acting coquettishly.
"Of course. Will you be tired?" Yuan Zhou agreed immediately without thinking, but he still asked worriedly.
"How can I be tired when it's your business? I'm just afraid that I can't help you," Yin Ya said with a smile.
"Okay. I'll tell Uncle Zhou directly." Yuan Zhou took out his phone and was about to make a call.
"Um. Just tell him and I'll do the rest. You know, I'm good at dealing with these things," Yin Ya said.
"I know. You're very good at it," Yuan Zhou looked into Yin Ya's eyes and said seriously.
"Um." Yin Ya was a little embarrassed under his gaze. She couldn't help but stroke the stray hair beside her ear with her empty hand.
Because of the venue, Yin Ya left after Yuan Zhou informed Zhou Shijie. She said that she needed to go to the company to hand over the work and make some time.
Then, Yuan Zhou could only rub his hands and savor the lingering warmth of Yin Ya's palms. Not long after that, Yuan Zhou began to practice cooking again.
Of course, what Yuan Zhou was practicing now was the Western Food from the book Ox King.
On the other side, when it was just four o 'clock, Magnon received four calls from his translator in a row.
Looking at his wife, who was looking at him in confusion, Magnon held back his impatience and waved his phone in the air. Then he went to the hallway to make the call.
"Hey, Miss Rachel, I hope you have something important to tell me. That's why you're calling me so rudely," Magnon said impolitely.
Magnon planned to leave at five o 'clock, and it was only four o' clock now.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Magnon. You told me that you really want to have dinner in Yuanzhou shop tonight, so we should leave now. Otherwise, we won't be able to make it," the translator, whose English name was Rachel, said clearly.
"Didn't you say that we don't need to make an appointment and the dinner time is six o 'clock?" Magnon asked.
"Yes, but there are a lot of people waiting in advance. As long as it's Boss Yuan's business day, there will be traffic control. I hope you understand that we don't have much time," Rachel continued.
Traffic control? Magnon didn't understand, but he didn't ask further.
"Okay, we'll be downstairs in ten minutes." Magnon smiled at his wife through the door and said.
"Okay, I'll have a car waiting for you at the door," Rachel said quickly.
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