In the early morning of the next day, Yuan Zhou took the Clear Broth Noodle Soup that he had just finished and walked out of the back door while preparing the ingredients for breakfast.
It had rained last night and it was only 6: 00 am The sun hadn't risen yet and it was still cool. However, the sky was already bright.
Broth and Rice, who would usually come to welcome Yuan Zhou as soon as he walked out of the back door, didn't come.
"Broth, Rice," Yuan Zhou said loudly.
"Woof." Broth's characteristic short bark sounded at the street corner.
Right after that, the sound of Rice's glutinous sound also passed.
Yuan Zhou tilted his head and looked towards the street corner. Broth and Rice were both squatting there while a little girl was squatting in front of them.
With Yuan Zhou's eyesight, he could naturally see clearly that the little girl was less than 10 years old. She was dressed in a very clean light yellow dress and her hair wasn't long but was combed neatly.
At that time, she was looking in the direction of Yuan Zhou along with Broth and Rice's barks.
When she saw Yuan Zhou with her grape-like eyes, she instantly revealed an embarrassed expression and immediately stood up and took a few steps back.
She was a little flustered as if she had been discovered by her teacher. Just when Yuan Zhou was about to shake his head to indicate that he didn't mind Broth and Rice being touched, the little girl was one step faster.
The little girl directly bowed slightly to Yuan Zhou and then revealed a big smile before running away quickly.
"I don't know whose child she is. She is so polite and cute." Looking at the little girl running away, Yuan Zhou stood still and waited for Broth and Rice to come back.
As expected, as soon as the little girl left, Broth and Rice ran towards Yuan Zhou.
Precisely speaking, only Rice was running. Broth walked over calmly step by step with a leisurely manner.
"Broth, did you bring your wife to eat the little girl's food again?" Yuan Zhou teased.
"Woof, woof." Broth glanced at Yuan Zhou and barked as an answer.
His expression seemed to be saying, "This isn't freeloading, this is being fed in broad daylight."
"This is your breakfast." Yuan Zhou poured the still warm broth into their bowls.
"Woof woof." Rice happily circled around Yuan Zhou three times before going to drink the soup.
As usual, Broth barked at Yuan Zhou and went to drink its soup.
Sometimes, the customers in Yuanzhou shop wondered if Broth had drunk too much water because it was so cold and didn't have the demeanor of Tai Ritian at all …
"Alright, I still have something to do. You guys can take a nap after drinking. I know you guys didn't sleep last night and were guarding the house." Yuan Zhou squatted down and said lightly without stroking them.
Rice wagged its tail happily while Broth ignored Yuan Zhou and continued drinking its soup.
Normally, Yuan Zhou would have argued with Broth, but today he had a phone call to make, so Yuan Zhou didn't say much. He got up and went back to the kitchen.
Of course, Yuan Zhou went straight upstairs. As he prepared his clothes and washed up, he picked up his phone and started to make a call.
It was six o 'clock in the morning.
The phone rang three times before it was picked up.
"Good morning, master." Engineer Cheng's sober voice passed from the other end of the phone. "Um.
"Um. Good morning," Yuan Zhou answered.
"Master, my homework will be handed to you tomorrow. Don't worry." Engineer Cheng said with a little perturbed.
"Speed and quality are both important. But if you have to choose one, quality is more important after weighing the pros and cons. So don't be impatient. How to finish the dishes perfectly is the most important thing." Yuan Zhou instructed.
"Got it, master. I will try my best to show my best." Engineer Cheng said.
"Good." Yuan Zhou nodded the head and then said, "I'm not here to ask you about the monthly test today."
"Master, please go ahead." Engineer Cheng let out a sigh of relief inwardly and then asked hurriedly.
"I'm going to sculpt in the afternoon. Please inform the manager of the Green Chef's Association that they can come and watch when they are free." Yuan Zhou said.
"I'll call them right away." Engineer Cheng agreed at once and then asked cautiously, "Master, can I come and learn in the afternoon?"
"Sure." Yuan Zhou nodded the head.
Hearing Yuan Zhou's answer, Engineer Cheng said cheerfully, "Okay, master."
After hanging up the phone, Engineer Cheng said to himself, "The benefits of being a member of the Green Chef's Association are really great. I can't believe I have such an opportunity."
"If it weren't for my master's modesty, the title of the Best Machete in China would definitely belong to my master. Who can beat my master in knife skills?"
"I'm not aiming at a certain chef. I mean all the chefs." Engineer Cheng had mentioned to Yuan Zhou twice that he wanted his master to challenge for this title.
The Best Machete in China was not only a title but also a substantial plaque. The plaque was made of gold-rimmed nanmu and was given to a chef of Shandong Cuisine as a gift. It was carved by a famous chef and the materials were expensive. It was worth a lot of money. Of course, the value was one thing, but the main thing was the glory.
After the chef died, the plaque disappeared. It didn't appear again until the 1980s and was placed in the museum by the famous chef of Huaiyang Cuisine, Wang Huai.
Huaiyang Cuisine was famous for its knife skills. However, this plaque was originally given to a chef of Shandong Cuisine. Therefore, this chef Wang Huai set up a rule very cleverly.
Apart from the chefs of Huaiyang Cuisine, whoever could conquer all the masters of Huaiyang Cuisine in knife skills would be the King of Knives and could get the plaque.
As for why Wang Huai said no one other than the chefs of Huaiyang Cuisine, it was because if no one could do it, it would prove that the knife skills were still the best in Huaiyang Cuisine. Chef Wang Huai was really a quick-witted person.
Thirty years had passed and there were many challengers, but the plaque was still in the museum. After all, there were 20 to 30 people who could become the masters of Huaiyang Cuisine. It was too difficult to defeat all of them.
Engineer Cheng had always felt that with his master's knife skills, he would definitely get the plaque that had been hanging in the air for thirty years.
"If it weren't for my age, I would also want to join the Green Chef's Guild." Engineer Cheng suddenly reacted and said hurriedly, "No. I am the last disciple of my master. My status must be higher than Liao Yue and the others who are observing."
"Um, I must be higher than them." Engineer Cheng affirmed himself.
The last disciple was also the last disciple that his master had accepted. Although Yuan Zhou didn't intend to accept any more disciples, the last disciple had never been mentioned in this way. It was purely a figment of his imagination.
Engineer Cheng would definitely do what his master asked him to do. Therefore, he called Liao Yue immediately.
Since Liao Yue couldn't get through to him, Engineer Cheng called Qin Kaili and told her the whole thing clearly.
On the other side, Yuan Zhou continued to prepare breakfast. Nothing happened on the way, so it was lunchtime smoothly.
It was rare for Ling Hong to accompany his grandfather for lunch.
Ever since Class Monitor Jia left, Grandfather Ling hadn't been to the restaurant for more than a year. Therefore, the customers who were familiar with him all greeted him.
"Porridge and Cold Noodles with Shredded Chicken. The taste of Boss Yuan hasn't changed at all." Grandfather Ling sighed while eating.
"Grandfather, what are you saying? It's easy to change a person's heart, but the taste of the dishes isn't." The bold guy at the side couldn't help but say.
Grandfather Ling shook his head and said, "The human heart is indeed the most changeable. However, the dishes are cooked by humans. Therefore, it's very difficult to maintain the same taste."
The bold guy thought carefully and couldn't help but say, "Grandfather, you are right. I was thinking too one-sidedly."
Then, the crowd grabbed hold of Yuan Zhou and praised him.
While cooking, Yuan Zhou smiled silently. Of course, he was wearing a mask, so others couldn't see it.
"How dare you! What story are you going to tell me today?" a customer asked.
"Hehe, I'm going to tell you an old story from 80 years ago …" The bold guy started telling.
What did it mean to be in the same situation? The bold guy told a story as if he was in the same situation. When he told the story, his words were filled with gloominess.
The level of his storytelling was definitely on par with Zhang Zhen's. Someone in the restaurant recommended the bold guy to work at the radio station.
However, the bold guy rejected the recommendation. The reason was that the bold guy only had this feeling when he was telling stories in the restaurant. He couldn't find this feeling anywhere else.
"Does that young man come to the restaurant often?" Grandfather Ling suddenly asked.
"He can be considered a regular customer. Every time he comes, he will tell a story. It's like listening to music in a teahouse. It's quite interesting," Ling Hong said.
"It's quite interesting." Grandfather Ling nodded and didn't say anything else.
"The taste of the dishes hasn't changed. The taste of the restaurant hasn't changed either. It's really good." Grandfather Ling finished eating and stood up.
Ling Hong quickly helped him up. "Grandfather, slow down."
"Slow down? My body is very strong. I can even do backflips. Do you believe me?" Grandfather Ling slapped Ling Hong's hand away, refusing to let him help him up.
"Hmm … Grandfather, let's not brag. If I say that I don't believe you, I won't be able to back down," Ling Hong said after a moment of silence.
"Scram!" Grandfather Ling glared at him.
In the end, he still left the restaurant with Ling Hong.
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