Magnon was a punctual person. When he said ten minutes, Rachel saw the three of them.
Magnon was pushing Sharon in a wheelchair, and Dr. Herbert was walking with Magnon in a black casual suit.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Magnon, Dr. Herbert, and Sharon," Rachel greeted them.
"Yes." Magnon nodded. Sharon, who was in the wheelchair, smiled.
Only Dr. Herbert said, "Ms. Rachel, isn't it a little early?"
"That won't happen, Doctor. Whether or not we can get in at this time depends on luck," Rachel said helplessly.
"Is it really that bad?" Dr. Herbert asked in surprise.
"Yes, Mr. Yuan Zhou is a very famous chef. His cooking skills have been tested many times," Rachel said.
"Okay. I hope Ms. Rachel can introduce Mr. Yuan Zhou to us in the car," Dr. Herbert said.
"No problem. It's my duty," Rachel said as she led them out of the hotel and got into a seven-seater business car parked at the entrance.
Rachel was wearing a professional sapphire suit and had a head of neat, medium-length hair. She looked capable and refreshing, and her tone was very amiable when she spoke.
Therefore, even Magnon, who was dissatisfied with Rachel for disturbing his wife's rest, couldn't help but listen to Rachel talk about Yuan Zhou.
"Mr. Yuan Zhou has opened his restaurant in R City for three and a half years. It's been famous for its delicious food since the beginning. At first, he only provided egg fried rice, but later, he gradually added many dishes," Rachel said.
Hearing that the person who hired her was here for the Yuanzhou shop, Rachel had done her homework seriously. Therefore, she was very familiar with Yuan Zhou.
"It's said that Yuan Zhou has very strict requirements for his cooking skills. He needs to be perfect before he serves the menu to his customers."
"Mr. Yuan Zhou is only 29 years old this year, but he's already a master chef and has won the title of Sichuan Cuisine Exemplary Restaurant for three years in a row."
"As well as participating in the China-Japan Culinary Exchange and being the leader of the Asian-Pacific Economic Exchange."
"I heard that someone offered Mr. Yuan Zhou an annual salary of 7.5 million USD to be the head chef, but he was rejected. So, Mr. Yuan Zhou is also a hermit."
"In China, a hermit is a person who is not moved by external things and only focuses on one thing to reach the peak. Mr. Yuan Zhou is such a person." Rachel concluded.
"I like the term hermit," said Dr. Herbert approvingly.
"It does sound very powerful." Magnon nodded. In fact, he did not care about what kind of awards he would receive, nor did he understand the concept. However, an annual salary of 7.5 million USD seemed really impressive.
His anticipation increased by a lot, but in the end, what he heard was false, and what he ate was true.
"I'm looking forward to it," Sharon said softly.
"Then you should eat more," said Magnon softly, lowering his head.
"Alright, I'll try my best." Sharon nodded apologetically.
"Don't worry. I believe you will get better," Magnon promised seriously, holding his wife's hand.
"Hey, Magnon, you can't be like this. You have to learn to accept it," Sharon said helplessly and sadly.
"No, I believe you will get better," Magnon insisted.
"But …" Sharon wanted to say something but was interrupted by Herbert.
"Hey, you guys should think of something happy. Don't you want to see how awesome that Mr. Yuan Zhou is?" Herbert interrupted.
"Yes, we should think about what you should order tonight," Magnon said gently, stroking his wife's hair.
"Um." Sharon nodded.
Because of Dr. Herbert's interruption, the atmosphere in the car became better again. Soon, Rachel said, "It seems that we are a little late today. This is as far as the car goes. We need to walk for a while."
"Oh, my god, it does look like a lot of people," Dr. Herbert said as soon as he got out of the car and saw many cars and people.
"Indeed, more than what we saw at the airport," Magnon said.
"It's very lively." Sharon slightly frowned. She was a little worried that it would be difficult for her wheelchair to pass.
"Let me lead the way." Rachel walked to the front and led the way. The other three people followed her and walked to Taoxi Road.
Of course, Rachel didn't forget to introduce the current prosperity of Taoxi Road and the restaurants of the three famous Michelin 3-star chefs.
As for Sharon's worry, it was totally unnecessary. The people who came to Taoxi Road were already used to the crowds and were used to obeying the rules. After all, the Queuing Committee had a good management. Therefore, her wheelchair didn't have any trouble passing. Instead, some people even made way for her politely.
The kindness made Sharon very happy. Even her gloomy face looked a lot better.
Magnon, who was pushing Sharon, loosened his furrowed brows at the sight of this situation and felt much more relaxed.
"Different from the rumors, the Chinese are very gentlemanly," Magnon said inwardly.
Herbert, on the other hand, was like an old kid. He kept asking all kinds of questions curiously.
Of course, due to his rigorous knowledge of medicine, Dr. Herbert was too embarrassed to ask Yuan Zhou such crazy questions as whether his food could cure cancer.
Fortunately, although there was traffic control, the road was much wider since Wu Yungui's Food City had opened for business. Therefore, it only took them 10 minutes to reach the entrance of the restaurant.
Just as Rachel said, there were already many people lining up. The line was very long.
Rachel quickly pulled the three people to stand in the line. Only then did she let out a sigh of relief and said, "Sorry, I was impolite just now."
"It's okay. There are so many people here. Hasn't the dinner started yet?" Herbert craned his neck and looked at the restaurant in the distance curiously.
The three of them were at the back of the line. It could be said that they were on the opposite side of the street after the second turn. Moreover, Dr. Herbert found that there were many foreigners lining up here. Some were in front of them, while others were behind them.
In just a short while, there were two more lines behind them. It could be said that it was really crowded.
"Yes, the dinner will officially start at six o 'clock. Since the three of you are foreigners, you will need your passports to get a number. You will only be able to eat today if you get a number," Rachel said.
"We have our passports with us," Magnon said.
"That's good. Now all we need to do is wait." Rachel paused and then continued, "Because of Yuan Zhou's rules, the diners have to line up in person. No one is allowed to replace them. Therefore, the three of you can only wait here for now."
"I'm fine with it." Dr. Herbert was really curious about Yuan Zhou's cooking. He felt that it was not bad.
Magnon looked down at his wife and asked, "Are you okay with it, Sharon?"
"No problem. The people here are very friendly," Sharon said softly.
"We are fine with it, too." Magnon smiled at his wife and then raised his head.
"Okay, then I hope the Goddess of Luck will bless us and let the three of you enjoy Mr. Yuan Zhou's cooking," Rachel said with a gesture.
Perhaps the Goddess of Luck had heard Rachel's prayers. Dr. Herbert and the other two really got a number. Although it was very late and basically the last batch, it was still very lucky.
Rachel heaved a sigh of relief, while Dr. Herbert and Magnon were secretly nervous. Sharon was the only one who was looking forward to it and also somewhat resigned to her fate.
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