Although Zhou Shijie was so angry with Zhou Xi that he wanted to beat him to death, Zhou Xi managed to escape in the end because he was in Yuanzhou shop.
Of course, the All-Fish Banquet didn't succeed either and was almost sent back to the furnace to be remade.
No one knew how the foreign countries selected the special invitation. However, Liao Yue received the special invitation from Japan first. As expected, the candidate was indeed Dashi Xiujie.
With the support of Tengyuan and the reputation of Dashi Xiujie, he had a good reputation.
Naturally, the candidate from Thailand was Sucha's son, Zhan Le. Judging from Sucha's naming of his son, it could be seen that he thought highly of his son.
Because Zhan Le meant light in Thai.
Along with the special invitation list of chefs from various countries, the special invitation from China was also submitted. However, the name of the person was a little unexpected.
"It's surprisingly him." Liao Yue looked at the name and felt a little strange.
The person who made Liao Yue feel strange was Ke Sen. That's right. The special invitation from China eventually fell into the hands of Ke Sen, Ke Lin's son.
"I wonder what price Master Ke paid." Liao Yue sighed with emotion.
As far as Liao Yue knew, there were a lot of people who wanted to get the special invitation from China this time.
For example, the disciples or sons of many presidents. Cantonese Cuisine Association, Shandong Cuisine Association, Hunan Cuisine Association and so on.
As the presidents, the youngest ones were in their 50s and most of them were in their 60s. Their children weren't young either. Most of them were over the age of 34. Naturally, they couldn't take part in the competition.
When they knew it was the age requirement set by Yuan Zhou, they didn't dare to say they wanted to take part. But now that there was such a special invitation, they certainly couldn't shrink back.
The voting on that day was extremely tragic.
Actually, it wasn't. It was the canvassing for votes before the voting began that was tragic.
Ke Sen, who got the special invitation, was being scolded.
"Let me tell you, if you can't get the first place in the exchange meeting, you will eat your own pot," Ke Lin stared at his son and said solemnly.
"Dad, the pot is made of fine iron. I'm afraid I can't eat it," Ke Sen said cautiously.
"Call the head chef," said Ke Lin.
"Yes, head chef." Ke Lin stood at attention at once.
"If you can't eat it, get me the first place," said Ke Sen.
"I'll try." Ke Sen hesitated.
"F * ck off! That's a must. I've given up a third of my recipes to get this spot. You better think about it carefully." Collin slammed the table and said.
"Yes, I will try my best." Ke Sen didn't dare to act rashly anymore. His legs tightened as he replied loudly.
"Get lost." Colin waved his hand.
"Alright, Head Chef." Ke Sen secretly heaved a sigh of relief, but at the same time, he became even more nervous.
No one knew better than him the significance of one-third of the recipe. It was his father's life's work, and he had given one-third of it just for him.
There was no doubt that a chef's own collection of recipes was the most important thing.
Because of this, Ke Lin was able to get a special invitation. After all, Ke Sen was already 41 this year.
This made Ke Sen feel a lot of pressure, but at the same time, it also ignited his fighting spirit.
"I must work hard to get first place and live up to dad's expectations." Ke Sen encouraged himself in his heart.
It was good to have fighting spirit, but as for the lineup for this youth exchange meeting … Ke Sen was a little uncertain.
Yuan Zhou didn't participate much in the registration, so he didn't know about it. He was now receiving an unexpected person that he hadn't seen for a long time.
The person was the old man who had been picked up by the person named Mu Qingqing half a year ago. He had specially come from Shanghai.
The old man could no longer be called an old man. It should be called an old man because he no longer picked up trash. Moreover, he was dressed neatly and neatly.
When the old man came in, he was wearing a pair of black cotton shoes. There wasn't even a speck of dust on the shoes. He was wearing a clean gray shirt and a pair of loose suit pants.
His gray hair was now neatly cut and combed to the back of his head. Although there were many wrinkles on his face, he was full of smiles when he saw Yuan Zhou.
"Hello, Boss Yuan," the old man said.
"Old man, you shouldn't call me that," Yuan Zhou said seriously. "You can just call me Yuan."
"That won't do. It was all thanks to you at that time." The old man shook his head.
"I've said it before. It's nothing. You know that this is a restaurant. There will always be leftovers." Yuan Zhou still insisted on what he said at that time.
"Yes, yes, yes. But thank you very much, Boss Yuan." The old man didn't argue. He just replied happily in his heart.
"How have you been recently?" Yuan Zhou asked.
"Good, very good. That girl Qingqing is very kind. Not only did she treat my illness, but she also gave me a house and land. Most importantly, my husband's health has improved. He's very good, very good," the old man said happily.
"That's good." Yuan Zhou nodded.
"Of course it's good. It's all thanks to such a good person like Boss Yuan and that girl. She's also a good person." The old man rambled on about the people who were good to him.
Yuan Zhou, who was listening at the side, also nodded his head seriously, indicating that he was listening carefully.
It wasn't until a while later that the old man realized he had said too much. He immediately said with embarrassment, "I'm old and I'm a little long-winded. Sorry, Boss Yuan, for wasting your time."
"It's not business hours now. I'm the only one in the restaurant. It's good to have someone to talk to," Yuan Zhou said gently.
"As long as it doesn't affect your business," the old man said.
"Um, it won't," Yuan Zhou said affirmatively.
"I'm here to congratulate you, Boss Yuan. I saw you on the news, Boss Yuan. It turns out that you are so awesome. You're really awesome at such a young age." While saying that, the old man gave him a thumbs-up.
"Thank you," Yuan Zhou said.
"I should be the one thanking Boss Yuan. I don't have any good stuff, but I remember Boss Yuan seems to like those little toys. So I brought one for you this time. Have a look and see what you think." While saying that, the old man took out a box from the backpack on his back.
The backpack on the old man's shoulder was just an ordinary black backpack. The box he took out was also very simple. It was just an ordinary white box, but the old man carried it very carefully.
"I like all the toys you gave me. I still keep all the toys I used when I was young," Yuan Zhou couldn't help saying when he thought of the toy cabinet his parents tidied up in the empty room upstairs.
It had been a long time since someone had given Yuan Zhou toys.
"Have a look at this," the old man said as if he was showing off a treasure.
"Okay." Yuan Zhou nodded his head and opened the white paper box carefully.
Immediately, a human-shaped doll as tall as an adult man's palm was revealed.
The doll was in a standing posture. It was holding a big iron spoon specially used by chefs in its right hand and a knife in its left hand. Looking at the doll's face carefully, it was 50% similar to Yuan Zhou himself.
"This is me?" Yuan Zhou was pleasantly surprised.
"It's good that you can recognize me. I don't have anything else to give you, so I made this out of the bottle caps I collected," the old man said with some embarrassment.
Upon a closer look, one could see that the doll was pieced together using bottle caps. The more delicate parts were pieced together by chopping the bottle caps. That was why one could tell that it was 50% similar to Yuan Zhou at a glance.
"It's very delicate. It really looks like me." Yuan Zhou said, "Sir, you're really amazing."
"As long as you like it. As long as you like it." The old man chuckled, and the wrinkles on his face smoothed out.
"I like it very much. This gift is very meaningful." Yuan Zhou nodded his head affirmatively.
Seeing that the old man who used to be a vagrant was now living such a good life, Yuan Zhou felt inexplicably happy.
This was despite the fact that Yuan Zhou and the old man didn't interact much with each other.
Perhaps everyone hoped from the bottom of their hearts that others lived better lives, even strangers.
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