As for Wuhai, Wu Shou, who had just been confessed to, was arranging his art gallery. Zheng Jiawei had already bought it and decorated it according to Wuhai's requirements.
There was another interesting thing about Wu Shou. Though Wu Shou was afraid of Wu Lin, the house and the art gallery that Wuhai bought were both named after Wu Lin.
Artists' imagination was always different from others, and Wuhai's way of thinking was even more different.
Other art galleries had paintings hanging on one side of the wall along the corridor, or in the form of an exhibition hall with paintings hanging on four sides. Even if there were some that were different, they were only in the doorway style, transparent wall style, or landscape style.
Take Wuhai's art gallery for example. He had changed the original warehouse into an orchard, planting lemon trees, watermelons, bitter gourds, and chili trees. There was even a small salt mountain inside.
In Wuhai's words, "Life has five tastes: sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, and salty. Art is also one of them."
God knew how much follow-up work Zheng Jiawei had done to ensure that this "orchard" wouldn't affect the paintings.
As a whole, the art gallery had two doors, the left side door and the main door. At the main door, there was a wordless stone wall. This was another eye-catching place in the art gallery apart from the background of the "orchard".
As mentioned before, Wuhai only auctioned two or three paintings a year. This year, for example, he only auctioned The Most Expensive Hands.
Other than that, he kept the rest for himself. For example, recently, Wuhai's most satisfactory work was The Monster Eating. It was painted by the extremely excited Wuhai after Ling Hong treated him to two dinners.
None of these works had ever appeared in the public. Now, more than forty paintings were hanging there quietly. As a hardcore fan, Zhou Xi was even more dazzled by them. His eyes almost popped out.
"A masterpiece. It's definitely a masterpiece. The shadowy arrangement of this eating picture can be compared to The Supper of Emmaus." Zhou Xi was so excited that his fingers were trembling.
Zhou Xi asked, "In the dinner scene, the background was extremely dark and blurry, even like a black hole. It formed the clearest contrast with the golden Jesus in the center. The darkness set off the divinity. In the eating scene, the colorful table top was used to set off the wild nature of this pitch-black monster. This contrast is really like the dinner of Emmaus. Does Eaves Wu want to pay homage to Master Rembrandt? "
This evaluation was quite professional. It could be said that Zhou Xi was very familiar with the painters of the Golden Age.
The Monster Eating Painting was actually a picture of an eight-legged monster. It was pitch-black and entrenched itself on the table, devouring the food on the plate.
"I didn't want to pay tribute to anyone. When I was drawing, I just felt that it should be drawn like this." In contrast, Wuhai's answer was calmer.
Zhou Xi deliberately recognized how powerful Wuhai was. He could easily reach the level of a master in the Golden Age.
Zhou Xi estimated that it would take him a whole day to finish reading all the forty-odd paintings. Therefore, Zhou Xi retracted his gaze first as he still had something to do.
"Eaves Wu, have you thought of the name of this gallery?" Zhou Xi asked with concern.
"Yes. Let's call it Painting God's Hut." Wuhai answered smoothly.
"Er …" Zhou Xi was stunned. As a hardcore fan, he naturally felt that Wuhai was the number one painter in the current painting circle. But the title of Painting God was really too big.
"This name … isn't it a little bad?" Zhou Xi said tactfully, "It will cause a lot of criticism."
"What's bad about it? Compass's restaurant is called The Kitchen God. If you want to stand at the top of the industry, why are you afraid of big waves and even change the name just because of a little criticism? What's the point?"
It was rare for Wuhai to be so serious when he said these words. "Besides, I admit that I'm number one. If you're not convinced, come to me and speak with my paintings. What's there to be afraid of?"
"No wonder he's called Eaves Wu. He has the courage to look down on the whole world." Zhou Xi muttered to himself. At the same time, he understood why his idol had such a good relationship with Boss Yuan.
It turned out that both of them had the Haoshoku Haki that looked down on the whole world! That was what Zhou Xi thought when he was a child.
"Speaking of which, the Taoxi Road in Chengdu is really awesome. Gluttons like Boss Yuan's The Kitchen God and Eaves Wu's Painting God's Hut."
Actually, Zhou Xi was right. Several years later, the world-famous Double Gods Area, which was called "Double Saints Area" by foreigners, would bring unexpected benefits to Chengdu.
After a while, Zhou Xi asked again, "When is the opening of the gallery? Have you invited a curtain-raiser? "
Even the opening of a new store would be organized in a big way, let alone an art gallery. Generally speaking, people in the circle would be invited, let alone Eaves Wu's art exhibition, which was even more boisterous.
Since the news that Wuhai was going to open an art gallery was released, it caused a sensation in the art circle. Zheng Jiawei had already received numerous calls.
Many famous artists in the art circle called Wuhai and hinted wildly that they wanted to be the curtain-raiser.
Wuhai gave the same answer, "Oh, I've already invited a curtain-raiser." Then, he hung up the phone with a plop.
Those who called Wuhai included a group of modern masters in the art circle from Italy, England, France, and the Netherlands. After receiving Wuhai's reply, they began to inquire about who would be the curtain-raiser in the art circle.
"I don't know the approximate date of the opening. Little Wei said that he would arrange a good day. But I know the exact time. It's three o 'clock in the afternoon," said Wuhai.
Zhou Xi felt that he couldn't keep up with his idol's thoughts. He knew the exact time, but he didn't know the approximate time.
Every time an art gallery opened, there would be a masterpiece. And the curtain-raiser who lifted the curtain of this masterpiece was called the curtain-raiser.
Generally speaking, the curtain-raiser and the artist had a good relationship. This was a long-standing rule that was used by the European art circle to promote the younger generation.
When the younger generation became famous, the curtain-raiser would also gain the reputation of having a discerning eye for talent.
Moreover, Wuhai's potential was widely recognized. Therefore, this group of people wanted to take advantage of it. Of course, the older generation of masters did it because they admired him.
After searching for a while, they didn't find out who the curtain-raiser of Wuhai was. It became a mystery for a while.
"Eaves Wu, I'll go and see if you'll be selling BBQ tonight." Zhou Xi prepared to go out.
Wuhai gave him a look to tell him to go and come back quickly. Immediately, Zhou Xi felt full of energy and ran to Yuanzhou Shop.
When he arrived at the door, he even greeted several security guards.
It was no exaggeration to say that if the art gallery was robbed, the amount involved would definitely be a big case that would shake the world.
Therefore, both the local government and Zheng Jiawei had arranged sufficient security guards.
It wasn't raining during dinner time. But when dinner time ended, the sky began to drip. Perhaps even the dark night wanted to smell the BBQ of Yuan Zhou.
It was drizzling. There was BBQ tonight.
As long as there was BBQ, Wang Hong would definitely come. After all, he was a loyal fan of BBQ chicken wings.
"Hahaha. I've been waiting for this day for a long time. My dream has finally come true." Wang Hong was a little moved.
After all, there was very little rain in Chengdu in this season. If it didn't rain at night, it would be a small pub.
"Fang Heng, what are you doing here? It's BBQ today, not a pub." Wang Hong looked at Fang Heng.
One should know that Fang Heng had shown off a lot before. The angry Wang Hong even wrote that Fang Heng was the big boss behind the scenes of his new book.
That's right. Wang Hong started a new book again. It was a Wuxia novel called 《Punisher of Evil》. In the book, there was a demoness from the Heavenly Demon Sect named Fang Heng.
In the book, she loved to drink and kill people like flies. She was sinister and cunning. Moreover, she liked to make sarcastic remarks. Many times, she almost killed the main character.
Here came the exciting part. Wang Hong's book unexpectedly became popular. Today, when the Wuxia market was in a slump, it had sold 50,000 copies.
Take note, take note, there was no exaggeration in the 50,000 copies.
The newspaper office also evaluated the character of Fang Heng as the most successful female character in the past 20 years.
"Go away." Fang Heng didn't have time to talk to Wang Hong. He rushed into the restaurant to look for Yuan Zhou.
"Poor guy who can't drink alcohol. Hahaha." Wang Hong still wanted to show off.
After stepping into the restaurant, Fang Heng found that Boss Yuan was preparing the BBQ ingredients as soon as he entered the restaurant.
Bamboo prawns, conch meat, and abalone were three kinds of BBQ ingredients that he had never seen before.
"Wow. Boss Yuan, is this the new BBQ dish?" Fang Heng asked subconsciously.
"Yes. It's the new seafood series." Yuan Zhou answered and waited for Fang Heng's next words. Generally speaking, customers wouldn't disturb him when he was preparing the ingredients unless there was something very important.
"Then I also have to eat it. Eh … no, no." Fang Heng answered subconsciously and then reacted.
Fang Heng came back to himself and said, "Boss Yuan, I wonder if you have time after the BBQ. I have something to discuss with you."
"Of course. If you don't have time, I will come again another time to look for Boss Yuan." Fang Heng added.
"You will have time after supper." Yuan Zhou said.
"Ok. I won't disturb Boss Yuan when he is preparing the BBQ." After getting the answer, Fang Heng left immediately.
Yuan Zhou lowered his head and continued preparing the ingredients.
While the foodies outside were getting impatient and almost flipped the floor, the business time of the BBQ finally arrived.
The BBQ rack and the ingredients were all laid out.
"Huh? No chicken wings? "Wang Hong asked.
"Not today." Yuan Zhou answered affirmatively.
"You speak as if you can eat chicken wings." Fang Heng immediately sneered.
In fact, what Fang Heng said was true. Yuan Zhou's BBQ had always been sold by serving and not by order.
Therefore, whether one could eat it or not depended on one's speed and luck.
Therefore, Wang Hong silently muttered "Heavenly Demon Sect's Demonic Witch" and then ignored Fang Heng's sarcasm and directly ordered.
Fortunately, there was a new dish in Wang Hong's BBQ this time: Grilled Baby Abalone.
"Since there are no chicken wings, then I will eat the new dish first." With that said, Wang Hong directly aimed his chopsticks at one of the two baby abalones on the plate.
This baby abalone was cut into a diamond shape, and the fresh and tender abalone meat could be seen at a glance.
"This baby abalone is quite small, so it must be very tender. However, the taste of such a small abalone meat should not be good." Wang Hong thought.
Although he thought so, his hands were not slow at all. He directly picked up the abalone meat and stuffed it into his mouth.
This abalone was not grilled with the ordinary kind of garlic paste, but the simpler kind of salt grilled.
Therefore, when the abalone entered the mouth, it had a kind of burnt texture. However, when he bit into it, the small abalone directly burst in his mouth with a rich and delicious gravy.
"Oh, it's too fresh." Wang Hong couldn't help but say.
Yes, when he bit into the abalone in his mouth, it burst out the unique and delicious taste of seafood.
Because of the grilling, the abalone meat was extremely tender, but because of the rich colloid, it was very tough to eat. The suppressed gravy was completely absorbed into the abalone, and when he bit into it, the gravy burst out was extremely delicious.
In addition, because it was seafood, the faint salty taste of the abalone was simply the finishing touch.
"Delicious!" Wang Hong squinted his eyes and said. For him, this could be said to be a delicacy second only to the grilled wings.
"So stupid. Why can't I learn to be obedient? I actually suspect that Boss Yuan's food doesn't have the taste of meat. I must have been so angry with the Heavenly Demon Cult that my brain has gone haywire." Wang Hong muttered to himself.
The others who ate the baby abalone all revealed the same expression.
However, Yuan Zhou was much calmer. After all, he was a person who had read the introduction of the system. Well, he thought he had eaten a dozen baby abalones before.
In the afternoon, the system showed him the growing environment of the baby abalone.
The system displayed, "The abalones of the system are taken from the area that grows naturally at the end of the world."
"The location is the most suitable latitude for the abalones to grow, which is 40 ° south latitude and 44 ° north latitude. The seawater there is cold, but the salinity is extremely high. Moreover, there are many reefs and there is no wind or current there."
"Because the abalones live by eating the pure natural seaweed at the bottom of the sea and the cold seawater makes their growth slow, it takes five years for them to reach the point where they can be sold."
"Three ounces of growth in five years. That's really slow," Yuan Zhou said expressionlessly.
That's right. Yuan Zhou had long been used to the fact that the ingredients raised by the system were more delicate than his. Therefore, he was just ridiculing the system.
Therefore, when he saw the customers praise the delicacy of the abalones one after another, Yuan Zhou indicated that it was a basic practice.
His friends cheered up the atmosphere. Fang Heng and Wang Hong, who were high from eating, took a box of Beer Fort at the side.
Not to joke, at night on Taoxi Road, when it rained, you could drink any beer you wanted.
After supper, when Yuan Zhou cleaned up, Fang Heng went to look for Yuan Zhou.
It looked so serious, but it was actually not a big deal. It was just that Fang Heng often drank Yuan Zhou's Bamboo Liquor. If he couldn't drink enough, he would make it at home.
Unexpectedly, he really made it. Never underestimate the actions of three kinds of people: drunkards, foodies and women who went shopping.
Although the taste was far inferior to the Bamboo Liquor sold by Yuan Zhou, it was still better than the liquor sold by his own restaurant. Therefore, Fang Heng prepared to sell it as the main product of the winery.
However, there was a precondition. Fang Heng thought that his Bamboo Liquor was copied from Yuan Zhou's. Therefore, they had this conversation.
"It's your own ability that you can make it." Yuan Zhou answered.
Fang Heng felt relieved and left hurriedly. After all, it was getting late.
Having closed the door, Yuan Zhou washed his face and rinsed his mouth and rinsed his mouth and went back to the second floor.
When he was about to go to bed, he saw the ancient books sent by Huang Fei, Wang Qiang and the others placed neatly on the table.
"Speaking of which, I still have an unfinished mission, don't I?" Yuan Zhou suddenly thought of something when he was about to go to bed.
He still had a mission to collect ancient recipe of chefs. Thinking of that, Yuan Zhou suddenly had a new idea.
"System, the mission mentioned collecting, but it didn't say that I must collect the original, right?" Yuan Zhou said, "It suddenly occurred to me that I'm still a director of the Kitchen Branch of the Ancient Book Restoration Association. I'm really sorry about that. Hahaha."
As a director of the branch, although it was impossible for him to take the ancient recipe from the association as it belonged to the public, it was absolutely not a problem to scan it and make an electronic version.
The system displayed, "The mission has been changed. Host, please check it again."
"Um?" Yuan Zhou read it silently and the mission list appeared in his mind.
[Host, please collect all ten ancient recipe recipes] (Incomplete)
[Mission Progress] 7/10
(Progress Tips: Only the original taste can reflect the host's identity. Therefore, try your best to collect the original copies of the ancient recipe recipes.)
[Mission Reward] The Manuscript of the Inventor of 12 Ancient Recipe Recipes (Incomplete)
(Reward tips: Same as last time.)
"System, you have really learned some bad things from me." Yuan Zhou said, "But seeing that the mission reward has been improved, I won't say anything."
"Also, the reward tips are the same as last time. The description is too perfunctory."
Yuan Zhou complained twice, but the system didn't say anything. Sometimes, this little comrade of the system was really obedient.
There were still three dishes to go. Actually, he was very close to the goal. Strictly speaking, the reward was really good. For Yuan Zhou's current culinary skills, it would be very difficult for him to make a great improvement unless he obtained another whole cuisine.
After all, his culinary skills had already reached the top.
Of course, the Jiangsu Cuisine had just been put on the menu, so it would be a little fast to obtain another cuisine. Moreover, the system hadn't released such a mission yet.
Therefore, it was the best and fastest way for him to obtain the experience of ancient chefs and then verify with each other.
The reward of the mission was the experience of the inventor of the ancient recipe.
Previously, he hadn't unlocked the Knife Skill. Together with the experience, his culinary skills could be improved slightly.
The improvement wasn't a big deal. Previously, the knife skill could be improved from 10 to 11. The knife skill, spoon tossing, and cooking skills all needed time to accumulate.
By verifying the master's experience, he might learn a new small skill application, or it might be a new understanding of a kind of seasoning.
For example, Liao Yue and the other three people had a new understanding of the knife skill after reading the Three Beasts Crossing used by Yuan Zhou.
In short, the ancient recipe mission was still very worth completing.
Yuan Zhou thought for a while and first posted a message on the website selling second-hand books, "Looking for a high price to buy the ancient recipe of a chef."
Then, Yuan Zhou called Zhou Shijie.
"Yuan, what's up?" Zhou Shijie had always been amiable when talking to Yuan Zhou.
"Uncle Zhou, I want to ask you to help me post a message to buy the ancient recipe of a dish. If you are interested in selling it, you can call me," said Yuan Zhou.
Zhou Shijie said, "If you want to learn these, Yuan, there are a lot of books in the Chef's Association that you can borrow at will. Besides, there are also a lot of books in the Chef's Association of Ancient Book Restoration. It's not a problem for you to borrow them and have a look, Yuan."
"Well, I got it recently, so I want to collect them myself," said Yuan Zhou.
"Well, I see. I will ask Lili to spread the news tomorrow. But Yuan, you have to be mentally prepared. The ancient recipes of cooking are very popular and difficult to be transferred," said Zhou Shijie.
"Don't worry, Uncle Zhou. It's good to have them. If not, it won't affect me," said Yuan Zhou.
Hearing that, Zhou Shijie nodded and said, "That's good."
They didn't exchange greetings for a while. Because it was too late, they hung up the phone.
The reason why Yuan Zhou didn't ask Zhou Shijie for help before was that he didn't want to trouble Zhou Shijie. After all, ancient recipes were private property, and it was not good to borrow them for free. However, in order to improve Yuan Zhou, Zhou Shijie was definitely willing to pay a lot to borrow many ancient recipe recipes.
But Yuan Zhou didn't want to do that. Now, he said it was just for the purpose of collecting. In this way, it was just a borrowing platform, and Zhou Shijie didn't need to spend a lot of effort.
After settling the matter, Yuan Zhou went straight to bed.
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