Early in the morning, Chairman Zhou called and told Yuan Zhou the time and place of the transaction.
As mentioned before, the ancient books and prescriptions should be handed over in person to avoid damage during the transportation, so Yuan Zhou didn't think it was a big deal.
To put it bluntly, 90% of the people in the real world had never seen any ancient books on cooking.
The transaction time: 3: 30 p.m.
The transaction place: a café called "Drunken Dream" at the Chengdu North Railway Station.
"The time and the place are very suitable for me. In this way, I don't need to ask for leave. But it's a little too smooth."
Yuan Zhou said to himself, but he didn't continue to think about it. After all, no one would complain that he was too lucky.
After practicing the knife skills in the afternoon and the Green Chef Association's observation group left, Yuan Zhou came to the Drunken Dream Café.
As the middleman, Zhong Lili arrived at the place in advance. Of course, this was arranged by Zhou Shijie. He asked Zhong Lili to solve the trivial things and the small problems that could be solved first.
Yuan Zhou walked into the café and looked around. The first thing he saw was Zhong Lili in a gray business suit. He walked over and said hello to her.
Then, Yuan Zhou asked, "Haven't they arrived yet?"
Zhong Lili looked a little strange and said, "Take a seat first."
Yuan Zhou sat down. Zhong Lili organized her words and said, "They have arrived, but the waiter said that they had an urgent matter and left. Then he asked the owner to leave the things here."
As she said, Zhong Lili pushed the delicate little black bag in her hand to Yuan Zhou.
The small black bag was bulging. Yuan Zhou opened it and took a peek inside. With a single glance, he could tell that there were ancient books with a sense of history lying quietly inside. There were 17 ancient cookbooks and 7 ancient prescriptions that were neatly placed.
"Yes, it's very powerful." Yuan Zhou calmed down. There were a lot of problems in this. He said, "I remember Uncle Zhou told me yesterday that there were five people who were interested in selling books. Even if they all knew each other, they had an urgent matter, so they put their things together. But I haven't paid them yet. Why are they so assured?"
Zhong Lili said, "They said they believe in the brand of the Chef's Association. So they asked you, Boss Yuan, to transfer the money to their respective accounts after confirming it."
It wasn't convincing at all. Even Zhong Lili herself didn't believe it when she said it. How could there be such a thing? However, it really happened, which was why she had a strange expression on her face.
"I think I know what's going on." Yuan Zhou connected the dots and thought about it seriously.
Zhong Lili couldn't figure it out and directly asked, "What's going on?"
Yuan Zhou did not answer, but said directly, "Secretary Zhong, give me the five card numbers."
The price had already been fixed. Zhong Lili sent the account numbers of the five people to Yuan Zhou via text message.
It was so convenient now. Yuan Zhou transferred it to the five people on the spot with his mobile phone and said, "Thank you, Uncle Zhou and Secret Secretary Zhong."
Zhong Lili said, "It's no trouble at all. This is my job."
Although she was still very curious about what was going on in this transaction, Yuan Zhou did not say anything, so she did not pursue the matter.
Picking up the small black bag, Yuan Zhou held it carefully with both hands.
Zhong Lili drove Yuan Zhou back to the restaurant on Taoxi Road.
Yuan Zhou wanted to take a taxi by himself because he didn't want to bother others, but Zhong Lili said it was on the way.
In fact, strictly speaking, Yuan Zhou, who had no sense of direction, did not know whether Zhong Lili was telling the truth or not.
More than 20 minutes later, the car parked Yuan Zhou at the intersection of Taoxi Road.
Yuan Zhou suppressed his desire to read these ancient prescriptions immediately and put them in his bedroom, planning to read them after dinner.
The most important thing now was to prepare the ingredients for dinner. Today, someone made a reservation for the all-fish banquet, and the people who made the reservation were Mr. Wei and Wei Wei, who hadn't been here for a long time.
Mr. Wei had been promoted, so this was a reservation for the promotion banquet. Of course, Mr. Wei was not transferred from the headquarters. Miss Wei Wei still had a smile on her face.
According to Mr. Wei, Wei Wei had recently fallen in love with badminton and even joined the amateur badminton club. Although she practiced badminton for the disabled, Wei Wei was still very serious.
When it was time, there would be customers lining up. The Yuanzhou shop was never idle.
While chatting, his friends also chatted with each other.
"Boss Yuan, sorry to trouble you again today." Zhang Ying also arrived today.
She greeted Yuan Zhou first and then looked around the next second. The next sentence she said was, "Why isn't Sister Jiang here?"
Engineer Cheng answered, "Sister Jiang has an acquisition meeting these two days, so she didn't have time to come."
Jiang Changxi really had a strong aura. In terms of age and seniority, Zhao Mei was older than Jiang Changxi, but she still called her Sister Jiang unconsciously.
"Oh, thank you, Uncle Cheng." Zhang Ying was Zhang Yan's daughter, and Zhang Yan and Engineer Cheng were of the same generation. So it was not wrong to call him uncle.
Zhang Ying sounded a little depressed. Obviously, it was because she couldn't see her idol.
"Eaves Wu, can I receive guests with you during the opening ceremony?" Zhou Xi asked.
"I don't receive guests. These things are always done by Jiawei. You can ask him directly," Wuhai said weakly.
"Oh, I see. I'll ask Brother Jiawei." Zhou Xi nodded and then asked, "But Eaves Wu, why are you so weak today?"
"I'm going to attend an event in Florencia in a few days." Wu Hai let out a long sigh. He said, "Jiawei said that I have to go to this event. I have no choice but to go."
"Florencia, Eaves Wu, are you talking about the summit meeting of the art circle?" Zhou Xi asked in shock.
"It seems to be some summit meeting." Wuhai's whole face fell and he muttered to himself, "It will take another week. I'm so desperate."
Although one could feel the despair from Wuhai's face and tone, it was the summit meeting of the art circle!
It was neither an art exhibition nor an individual exhibition. It was similar to a summit meeting. Although it had only been held for 20 years, it had become the most prestigious meeting in the world of art circle.
Wuhai was the only Asian who was invited to attend this meeting.
In fact, if this meeting was held 10 or 20 years earlier, there would definitely be artists from China who were invited. But now, only Wuhai was invited.
It could be said that Wuhai was recognized by the world as a world-class master in the art circle. Therefore, Zheng Jiawei said that he had to go.
With Wu Lin's violent suppression, Wuhai's resistance was in vain.
Zhou Xi was very excited. Of course, he was happy that his idol had such an achievement. But Wuhai looked like he had nothing left to live for. He couldn't show his excitement. Simply put, it was very hard for him to hold it in.
After calming himself down, Zhou Xi began to comfort Wuhai. However, no one could comfort him in this kind of thing.
Zhang Ying looked at Zhou Xi enviously. Although Zhou Xi seemed like a lackey, he could be so close to his idol.
In contrast, Zhang Ying could only say a few words to Jiang Changxi every time.
"Should I ask Zhou Xi for his experience?" Zhang Ying was thinking about the feasibility of this method.
"Fang Heng, what's that in your hand?" Mr. Wei noticed that Fang Heng, who was queuing behind him, was holding a small parcel in his hand.
As Mr. Wei also knew how to draw lottery, he was also a customer of the pub. Therefore, he was quite familiar with Fang Heng.
After all, the friendship between men could be formed by drinking at the table, even if they were fighting for liquor.
"The newly brewed Bamboo Liquor of our winery has borrowed some of Boss Yuan's techniques. It hasn't been sold yet. Therefore, I want to bring it here for Boss Yuan to taste and also to thank Boss Yuan," said Fang Heng.
The newly brewed Bamboo Liquor had borrowed some of Boss Yuan's techniques and hadn't been sold yet.
These three points of knowledge flashed in Mr. Wei's mind instantly. His eyes flickered slightly but immediately returned to normal.
"Boss Yuan is really like a treasure house. I remember that Manman also learned how to make snacks from Boss Yuan. Therefore, Manman's cake shop is quite famous in Chengdu. Now, there's you." Mr. Wei changed the topic, "Fang Heng, do you know what kind of cake Manman brought to Boss Yuan to thank him for the first time?"
Fang Heng shook his head, indicating that he didn't know.
"Manman spent a week to make it. It's a three-layer cake. She put a lot of effort into it," said Mr. Wei.
"Uh …" Fang Heng said, "Three layers are so big? How can one person eat and play with it? "
Mr. Wei looked at Fang Heng as if he was an idiot and said, "It's not about whether I can finish it or not. It's about sincerity. Do you understand? It's a kind of attitude. You have to show it, understand? "
Fang Heng thought about it and it seemed to be the case. He looked at the liquor in his hand. As it was the first batch that hadn't been sold yet, there was no box. It was wrapped in a piece of cloth and seemed to be a little careless.
Should I go back and wrap it in a better box? Fang Heng thought to himself. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that it should be so.
"Wrap it better next time and give it to Boss Yuan to taste." Fang Heng hid the bag behind him.
"Yes, that's right. But there's something I don't know if I should say." Mr. Wei looked hesitant.
"Brother Wei, go ahead. I'm listening," said Fang Heng.
"Look at you. If Boss Yuan sees you taking a bag to eat, won't it be a little awkward?" Mr. Wei said sincerely.
"Uh … I think so." Fang Heng said, "Then I'll put it away first."
Mr. Wei immediately said, "So you're not eating today?"
It was a question that hit his soul. As Yuanzhou shop couldn't take a seat, he had to line up personally. If Fang Heng went back to put something away, he definitely wouldn't be able to eat when he came back.
"Then what should I do?" Obviously, Fang Heng didn't want to give up on the delicacies today.
"Don't worry. I'll think of something for you," Mr. Wei said in a loyal manner.
About half a minute later, Mr. Wei said, "Why don't we put the bamboo liquor somewhere else? Hmm … it doesn't seem like a good idea."
"How about this." Mr. Wei clenched his teeth and said, "Give me the liquor. I'll put it away for you."
Fang Heng hesitated.
"You know, I'm treating my colleagues to a promotion banquet today. So it's normal to bring a bottle of liquor," Mr. Wei said. "I'll pass it to you after dinner."
"Since it's Brother Wei's promotion today, let's celebrate with this bottle of liquor," Fang Heng said.
"That's not a good idea," Mr. Wei said hesitantly.
"What's wrong with that? Our winery isn't listed yet. I hope Brother Wei doesn't mind the gift," Fang Heng said.
"I'm very confident in the liquor produced by your winery," Mr. Wei praised.
Fang Heng couldn't help but smile and thank him. "I should thank Brother Wei for today. If not for your reminder, I wouldn't have reacted in time."
"It's nothing. We're all friends," Mr. Wei patted Fang Heng's shoulder.
Wei Wei, who was in front of him and heard the whole process, couldn't help but facepalm. It was starting again.
After dinner, Wuhai invited Yuan Zhou to Italy to have fun. The whole journey was covered by Yuan Zhou. It sounded good, but he was still rejected by Yuan Zhou mercilessly.
Wuhai left in despair. It still didn't rain that day. Under the resentful gaze of Wang Hong, the pub opened for business.
Yuan Zhou didn't go to the ranch tonight. He wanted to study the ancient recipes.
He stayed on the second floor and checked the mission — —
[Host, please collect all ten ancient recipes] (Completed)
[Mission Progress] 10/10
[Mission Reward] Manuscript of the inventor of twelve ancient recipes (To be collected)
He opened the mission panel and the mission changed instantly. It was a little different from what he had imagined.
"Huh? There's no such thing as exceeding the quota? "Yuan Zhou asked.
In his opinion, it should be [Mission Progress] 31/10
The system displayed, "No."
"That's possible," Yuan Zhou said.
The system displayed, "I really don't have that."
"If not, then so be it." Yuan Zhou noticed something else, "System, I collected a total of 31, but the reward is only 12 manuscripts of the inventor. Can I specify them or randomly?"
The system displayed, "Host, specify them."
Hearing that, Yuan Zhou heaved a sigh of relief. That's good.
Ancient recipes were precious, but they were also divided into three categories.
For example, there was a dish called Fried Pork with Banana Flowers. Fried pork with banana flowers was a very common dish, but fried pork with banana flowers was rare. Even if it was available on the internet, the taste was rather ordinary.
This ancient recipe came from the chef of a wealthy merchant at the end of the Qing Dynasty. The wealthy merchant liked to eat bananas and couldn't wait to eat them every day. Therefore, he asked the chef to develop a dish based on bananas. Then, the chef studied it and recorded the recipe.
The recipe was simple. Slice the bananas, coat them in flour and fry them in a pan until they were golden brown. Then, they were scooped up for later use. The shredded meat was stir-fried with sweet peppers and shredded water chestnuts. Finally, the remaining banana slices were added and stir-fried.
Although Yuan Zhou hadn't eaten it before, he could imagine the taste. With the combination of shredded meat and sweet peppers, it should be a long-lasting dish.
Actually, there was still room for improvement. For example, he could first mince the meat, then dice the banana and stir it together. Finally, he could hollow out the middle of the water chestnuts and wrap the stuffing inside to steam.
Or he could cut the banana into thick slices and put shredded beef and green peppers inside.
Even if the wealthy merchant liked to eat fried dishes, Yuan Zhou could think of a more appropriate way.
That's right. With Yuan Zhou's current cooking skills, he didn't think the ancient recipe was the best way.
Yuan Zhou had always been clear that ancient recipes weren't necessarily better than modern cooking skills. Similarly, many dishes that appeared in history couldn't be restored in modern times.
The reason why ancient recipes were precious was that there might be many fantastic ideas of the ancients hidden in them, or even lost skills. Not to mention others, "Three Fragrance to the Ocean" was a typical example. Although Yuan Zhou had completed it based on his understanding, it might not necessarily be the method used in the ancient recipe itself. At this time, it would be great if he could have the notes or manuscripts of the creators to corroborate it.
Among the 31 ancient books and ancient recipes, Yuan Zhou listed those that he thought were worth studying. Then, he hesitated for a while and chose a total of 12.
Ancient Books: Mixing Incense, Not Eating, Don't Drink, Guang Gong's Travel Notes, Bird Training Guide.
Ancient Recipes: Live Water Fish, Starter Dish, Baiyang Medicated Cuisine, Immortal Soup, Volcano Fish, Starved Dragon, Mountain Spring Temple Vegetarian Diet.
Yuan Zhou, "Five ancient books and seven ancient recipes. System, I will choose the manuscripts of these 12 masters."
The system displayed, "Congratulations, host, for completing the mission. The reward has been released and is available to be received."
Twelve paragraphs of notes and experience were stored in Yuan Zhou's brain, as well as the manuscripts recorded by the masters. This reward was really cool!
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