Although it was a personal cooking exhibition, Yuan Zhou would take a break in between. After all, he wasn't a robot and couldn't cook all the time.
However, Yuan Zhou's break was different from others'.
If it were other chefs, they would choose to go to a quiet place to quietly stay for a while or take a short rest during the intermission.
To avoid the awkward silence after the main character left, it was time for the invited friends to appear.
However, Yuan Zhou didn't invite any of his friends. Although Chu Xiao and Chairman Zhou were greeting the guests, Yuan Zhou didn't invite any of his friends.
Therefore, during the two-hour break after lunch, Yuan Zhou sat in the open kitchen and prepared to start sculpting.
At this time, the reporters started interviewing him in an orderly manner.
"Head Chef Yuan, I see that you didn't invite any other chefs this time. Is there any deeper meaning behind this?" Mother Yang's reporter was of high quality. She didn't have any bias in her questions and only asked them truthfully.
"No. I plan to use this time to sculpt some small objects," said Yuan Zhou.
"Then can you tell me what the main dish is?" asked the reporter.
"Yunnan Rose Sugar Oil Chicken," said Yuan Zhou.
"In that case, Head Chef Yuan, you said in the morning that today is the theme of spring. That's why you ate Yunnan cuisine. But why did you use Soviet-style dim sum for breakfast during this period?" the reporter asked and prepared to take notes.
"This time, I plan to use Soviet-style dim sum and Cantonese-style dim sum. Later, I will be serving the afternoon tea dim sum made with the Cantonese-style dim sum," answered Yuan Zhou.
The reporter asked, "Head Chef Yuan, Thailand, Vietnam, Brunei, and Myanmar, seven countries have invited you to host their state banquets. This is only the first day of the exhibition and you have already achieved so much. What do you think of this, Head Chef Yuan?"
Seven countries invited him to host their state banquets? What was going on? Yuan Zhou didn't know about this at all.
Of course, he couldn't show any confusion at this time. Therefore, his eyelids didn't even twitch.
"Um … let's talk about this after the personal cooking exhibition." After saying that, Yuan Zhou turned around and walked to the steamer.
At this time, the reporters left quietly. During this time, the camera was always on Yuan Zhou. Originally, everyone was watching the interview carefully. But when they saw Yuan Zhou walking to the steamer, they immediately shifted their attention.
"Quick, move the camera to the guest." While everyone was waiting for Yuan Zhou to take off the cover, a low voice reminded the cameraman, Little Ye, who was shooting at the side.
"Hey, I'm just curious about what's inside." Little Ye wiped his mouth with his sleeve in embarrassment and shifted the camera.
"Screw you. I have already told you that your task is to film the reactions of the guests. When the time comes, all the footage will be arranged and broadcasted together. Head Chef Yuan will have the main camera to film him. Don't worry," said the assistant director.
"Yes, yes, yes. Got it, Director." Xiao Ye nodded repeatedly, but his eyes couldn't help glancing at Yuan Zhou.
It was not that Ono did not take his work seriously, but he had no other choice. He was in charge of filming the guests, so he had to film how intoxicated and satisfied they were with the food. Once he was satisfied, he became curious. Not only was he curious, but his imagination was also very rich. It was so rich that he could simulate the taste of the food in his mouth.
"This might be the biggest challenge of my career." Ono shook his head secretly and stared at the face of the guest in the camera seriously, looking for the point to shoot.
In fact, don't think that inviting chefs from other countries to cook for your country's state banquet is an incredible thing.
Last year, Brunei's state banquet was hosted by a French chef.
However, it was absolutely unprecedented for seven countries to send such an invitation to the same chef at the same time.
Soon, Yuan Zhou opened the lid and a tempting fragrance wafted into his nose. Little Ye couldn't help but take a deep breath. He could only smell a fresh and delicious fragrance, but he couldn't tell what it was. His saliva, however, reacted more quickly and started to secrete in his mouth.
Soon, Little Ye saw the guests eating the afternoon tea and snacks provided by Yuan Zhou. They were all whispering to each other in satisfaction, appearing very relaxed.
"It's rare to see these people so relaxed," Little Ye muttered. Then, he lowered his head and continued looking at the camera. This was the experience he gained from being beaten up by the assistant director.
"That's nothing. Last time, you were sick and didn't manage to film the Asia-Pacific Economic Exchange Conference. Don't you know that the one with Head Chef Yuan participating was the one with the highest turnover? Many collaborations were formed," the assistant director said after patting Little Ye's head.
"This has nothing to do with Head Chef Yuan. Boss Yuan is only participating in the culinary exchange." Little Ye wasn't a contrarian. No matter how delicious the food was, he couldn't say that the high turnover had anything to do with Head Chef Yuan. That would be too far-fetched.
"Hmph. That's because you haven't tasted Head Chef Yuan's cooking. You are still too young," the assistant director said meaningfully.
"I wish I could." Ye swallowed his saliva again and mumbled.
"Alright, work hard. Won't you be able to rest for a day after this event ends? You just need to line up when the time comes," the assistant director said.
Naturally, Yuan Zhou didn't know about the cameraman and director. He was busy sculpting ingredients. Although it was a break, it was also a demonstration of his culinary skills.
Yuan Zhou wouldn't do meaningless demonstrations, just like how he didn't use the "Nine Appearances of the Cloud Dragon" directly. The ingredients he sculpted were all for dinner.
Usually, whenever Yuan Zhou sculpted at the entrance of his restaurant, he would attract the attention of onlookers. It was the same here.
The guests didn't feel tired at all after staying here for such a long time. Instead, they were all watching Yuan Zhou waving the kitchen knife excitedly. In a little while, beautiful flowers were born from the silver light. The flowers were vivid and lifelike, just like real roses in full bloom.
Every time he finished sculpting a flower, Yuan Zhou would place the flower on a crescent moon shaped plate. The snow-white crescent moon was decorated with fiery red roses, looking very beautiful.
Two hours passed quickly. Yin Ya, who was in charge of translation, wore the same style as Yuan Zhou's. She walked to Yuan Zhou and lightly knocked on the edge of the table.
A light sound came from the table. Yuan Zhou immediately put down his knife and went to the ingredients area to choose ingredients.
"Actually, I don't like eating chicken. I feel that chicken isn't as smooth and juicy as beef." Beside Wu Yungui, a boss with a big belly who made high-tech electronic products in Africa said with a smile.
That's right. He made electronic products in Africa. Not to mention that there was a great need for it there, he had a lot of money and was a big shot with a lot of pockets.
"Old Zhu, you …" Just when Wu Yungui was about to say something, the boss called Old Zhu spoke again.
"But Head Chef Yuan's cooking is definitely different. Don't deduct it later. Look at my body size, you should give me some to eat." Old Zhu changed the topic and looked at his several business partners with a smile, looking as harmless as the Maitreya Buddha.
"Screw you. I thought you wouldn't eat it. I was happy for nothing." This time, it wasn't Wu Yungui who spoke first. Instead, it was a middle-aged woman. She was dressed in a decent suit and had meticulously combed short hair.
This woman was from a big family in the northwest and also had some real estate business. Therefore, she had some connections with Wu Yungui. Her net worth was naturally the same as the big shots here.
"Yeah. With your body size, you shouldn't eat it. We are doing this for your own good," Wu Yungui patted Old Zhu's belly in a seemingly concerned manner.
"Piss off. I'm not even half full yet. I've been waiting for this meal tonight." Old Zhu waved Wu Yungui's hand away and asked the person beside him, "Will Head Chef Yuan still make supper later?"
On the other side of Old Zhu was also a real estate big shot, Wan Jin. He was on the same side as Wu Yungui. However, he looked very solemn and wasn't as friendly as Wu Yungui.
"I don't know. You have to ask Old Wu. He is the one who sent the invitation," Wan Jin said.
"No. Are you guys trying to tire Head Chef Yuan to death?" Wu Yungui said grumpily.
"Alright. Then I'll be waiting for breakfast tomorrow morning," Old Zhu said rather regretfully.
Everyone at the table was speechless. But after a short silence, they started chatting again. While everyone was waiting, the dinner began.
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