"You mean you got the invitation letter earlier than me?" Ogyust asked in a displeased tone.
"Of course. After all, I'm well-informed." Francie nodded smilingly and didn't care about Ogyust's anger at all.
"The chairman of the Chef's Alliance really doesn't take me seriously." Ogyust gnashed his teeth and said.
On hearing that, Ogyust instantly became dissatisfied with Zhou Shijie, thinking that Zhou Shijie didn't respect him enough. After all, although Francie was a food critic, he wasn't as professional as Ogyust who had won the MOF Award.
Logically speaking, Ogyust should be ranked first no matter in terms of rank or reputation.
However, Francie shook his head and said, "No, no, no. I think you have wronged Chairman Zhou."
"I personally went to get the invitation letter, and I even got it later than you, a food critic. This isn't an illusion." Ogyust was short and stout. Now, he was panting with anger. Obviously, he was in a bad mood.
"My friend, you should look over there." Francie raised his hand and signaled Ogyust to look at the other side of the tea room.
As mentioned before, Ogyust didn't come early. There were still a lot of people in the tea room, including many foreigners with blond hair and blue eyes.
Of course, there were also many Chinese and other races among them. Ogyust came to greet Francie as soon as he entered the tea room.
Because of that, Ogyust didn't pay attention to other people in the tea room at all. Now, Francie just asked Ogyust to look at other people.
Even Ogyust, who was experienced and knowledgeable, was shocked by this glance because he knew too many people.
Even if he didn't know them, he had basically met them once or several times. But what was Ogyust's identity?
He was the winner of the highest handicraft award in France, and the award was even presented by the French president at that time.
Therefore, Ogyust's identity was naturally very high in the culinary world. According to the theorem that the friends a master knew were naturally masters, he knew many people on the scene. It could be imagined that the people in the tea room were obviously all cooking masters or cooked wheaten food masters.
There were even several dignitaries, such as his friend Francie in front of him.
That's right. Francie was not only a food critic but also a dignitary sent to India by the US.
"Why is this guy here?" Suddenly, Ogyust's eyes narrowed and he muttered in a low voice.
"Your old rival, Mr. Salomon, the youngest chef in the history of the Netherlands, the winner of the highest honor, SVH, and now the founder of Sprakeloos Restaurant in the Netherlands. He's also here," Francie said with a smile.
"Hey, I think you don't have to be so familiar with his glory. After all, you're my friend, aren't you?" Ogyust said with dissatisfaction.
"Yes, yes. Look at the others over there." Francis raised his hand and gestured for Ogyust to look elsewhere.
"Oh? Manfred is here too? "Ogyust recognized the man at a glance.
"So you're not going to say hello? You're the president of the North American Chefs Association, "Francis joked.
"Of course, I'm the president." Ogyust also smiled this time, then nodded and walked to the glass window.
"There are so many people here this time," Francis said. "It feels like everyone in the circle is here."
"It's really hard to imagine that it's just a personal cooking exhibition of a Chinese chef." Ogyust was a little puzzled, but at the same time, he was a little expectant.
"No, no, no. Mr. Yuan has surpassed all the Chinese chefs. This is his personal culinary exhibition. You haven't eaten the dishes cooked by him, so you don't understand." Francis shook his head and said with a pretentious manner. "That's right.
"It seems that I have to be extra careful the day after tomorrow," Ogyust said thoughtfully.
"It doesn't matter. You can also appreciate the beauty of the food itself without special preparation," Francis said.
"I'm really looking forward to it. This personal cooking exhibition is no weaker than the World Top 50 Restaurant Forum, which is held once every two years," Ogyust said.
"Even the World Top 50 Restaurant Forum couldn't gather so many people," Francis disagreed.
The World Top 50 Restaurant Forum was held in Barcelona last time. Those who could participate in this meeting were all contemporary world famous chefs.
Such a chef's cooking skills and influence were extraordinary.
For example, Chu Xiao had participated in that meeting two years ago. Obviously, many people like him had come to this personal cooking exhibition. These people all had high status and were outstanding figures in the culinary circle.
There were even a few big shots like Ogyust, such as Manfred, the president of the World Chefs Alliance, and Mr. Salomon, Ogyust's old rival.
Of course, Tengyuan Jiayuan, whom they hadn't seen before, was also here. However, he was on the plane and hadn't arrived yet.
As they talked, they soon approached Manfred. Only then did Ogyust agree with Francie.
That was, even the World Top 50 Restaurant Forum might not be able to invite these people, because those who were chatting with Manfred were some business tycoons, all of whom were well-known capitalists.
In other words, they were the partners or businessmen invited by Wu Yungui.
"This Mr. Yuan is really awesome. I wonder what level his culinary skills have reached. It seems that the video can't show his real culinary skills." Ogyust thought to himself. At the same time, he was looking forward to Yuan Zhou's personal cooking exhibition.
Having made up his mind, Ogyust began to greet Manfred with a smile.
Because they knew each other, they chatted again after greeting each other.
After chatting, Chu Xiao also went back to his room to tidy up and went to the tea room. As the youngest and most outstanding Chinese chef, Chu Xiao was naturally welcomed by many people.
While exchanging culinary skills with these people, Chu Xiao looked at the people present and couldn't help sighing with emotion, "Maybe Yuan Zhou will go faster, higher and farther than me."
The people in the tea room gathered because of Yuan Zhou. As the main character of the exhibition, Yuan Zhou was making a phone call in the last ten minutes before he had to prepare the ingredients.
The call was made to Yin Ya. After the four people left, Yuan Zhou practiced his cooking skills for a while before making the call.
In fact, they could meet each other after dinner time, because they had set the daily red wine time to the evening after dinner time.
But Yuan Zhou couldn't help but call her now.
He wanted to thank Yin Ya for her thoughtful preparations, but after hearing Yin Ya's soft and sweet voice, Yuan Zhou didn't say it out loud. He just said gently, "Let's have breakfast together tomorrow. My newly made salted duck eggs are ready to eat."
"Um, I'll come over early tomorrow morning," Yin Ya replied with a sweet feeling in her heart.
"Then I'll pick you up after jogging," Yuan Zhou said.
"Okay." Yin Ya didn't refuse Yuan Zhou's words.
"See you tonight," Yuan Zhou said.
"Goodbye," Yin Ya answered. After Yuan Zhou hung up the phone, she put it down with a smile.
When they were drinking red wine, Yin Ya mentioned that she missed the taste of salted duck eggs when she was a child. Obviously, Yuan Zhou remembered it, so he invited her.
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