Engineer Cheng was also an impatient person. To be precise, he felt that as long as it was about his master, he could not delay it for even a moment. Anyway, after leaving the restaurant, he went directly to the headquarters of the Green Chef's Alliance.
As the executive vice chairman, Liao Yue almost stayed at the headquarters all the time unless he went out for business.
As for Wan Li and Qin Kaili, they went to host the exchange meeting of young chefs.
Hearing that Engineer Cheng was coming, Liao Yue hurried out to welcome him. He led him to the guest room and made a pot of good tea.
"About the Knife Skill Observation Group, I've already discussed it with my master." Master Cheng went straight to the point.
"Then I will have to trouble Engineer Cheng in the future." After hearing what Engineer Cheng said, Liao Yue hurried to thank him, "Engineer Cheng, if you have any news, just let us know. Please make another trip."
"My master's business is my business." Engineer Cheng said, "Inviting my master to be the chairman of the Green Chef's Alliance is really the best decision. My master has considered this point, so he asked you to practice the knife skills with me first."
As the number one Yuan Chui, all the credit belonged to his master, just like this time.
As expected, Liao Yue was very moved. The chairman took time out of his busy schedule to teach them, but they couldn't keep up with the lessons themselves, so he found another one.
Was there a better chairman than Yuan Zhou in this world? Anyway, Liao Yue had never met him. So he agreed with Engineer Cheng's words that it was really the best decision to ask Yuan Zhou to be the chairman.
"All of us in the Green Chef's Alliance respect the chairman very much," Liao Yue said.
"Well, very good." Engineer Cheng nodded with satisfaction and then said something about the Sichuan Cuisine plate presentation and some knife skills that he would teach tomorrow.
"I am really grateful to be able to learn from Engineer Cheng," Liao Yue said, "I will tell this to the chefs in the association right away."
The gratitude in his tone was not fake. Others taught you something, but you didn't pay anything. No matter what the purpose was, you should be grateful.
"It's fine. Just come to the Cheng Family Restaurant during the time you used to observe the master," said Engineer Cheng.
"Engineer Cheng, is there anything we need to pay attention to?" Liao Yue asked.
"No, it's still the same." After saying that, Engineer Cheng stood up and prepared to leave.
Liao Yue walked him to the door and was about to drive him back to the Cheng Family Hotel. However, Engineer Cheng refused and took a taxi back to the hotel.
On the way, Engineer Cheng suddenly thought of something and went back to the headquarters of the Green Chef's Guild.
According to Liao Yue and the others, they would definitely go and thank Yuan Zhou for making a big scene.
Therefore, Engineer Cheng came back to remind them not to make a big scene.
Yuan Zhou was very busy this afternoon, and so were the chefs of Jiangsu Cuisine.
In the largest conference hall of the Su Cuisine Association, the council members, the executive council members, the vice president, and the honorary vice president, as long as they had a name in the association, were all gathered together.
"Mr. Wang is still very healthy."
"I'm looking forward to this year's Huai Dao Banquet."
"I wonder if there will be a chance to see the Turtle Lion Dance this year."
"Definitely. Chef Wang Mingjie is still very strong. He has almost inherited Old Master Wang's legacy."
Old Master Wang pushed the door open and most people stood up to greet him to show their respect.
"Thank you for your concern. I can still be healthy for a few more years," Wang Huai said.
After sitting down, he greeted Di Feng.
"Where have you been recently, Old Feng?" Wang Huai asked.
"I went abroad to eat some good food," Di Feng said with a smile.
Di Feng was also in his seventies this year. His hair was all white. He and Wang Huai were chefs of the same generation.
Old Master Di Feng was also Fatty Liu's Teacher's father, the founder of modern Jin 'ling cuisine.
"I really envy you. You travel everywhere every month," Wang Huai said.
"What's there to envy? Mingjie can also support the Huai Dao Department now. You can also play with me freely." Old Master Di Feng said, "Don't worry too much. Even if the sky falls, the young will hold it up. What are you worrying about?"
Wang Huai thought for a while and shook his head. "Not yet. I still have to watch over him."
Di Feng said, "Give the young more chances. If you don't give them chances, how will you know they can't do it?"
The two had always had a big dispute on this point. Old Master Di had already taught his disciple his restaurant and other things when he was sixty years old. He had not asked about it for more than ten years.
As for Old Master Wang, even though his son, Wang Mingjie, was only second to the Five Tigers in the Jiangsu Cuisine, he was still worried and was still supporting him little by little.
"Okay. First of all, thank you, Chairman Hang, for giving me the opportunity to hold the Su Department Cooking Master Conference," Old Master Wang said.
Hang Tian said, "Not at all. Old Master Wang has spoken. We have to listen."
The conference hall was relatively quiet. In front of Old Master Wang, Wang Jike was very quiet.
"Many chefs present went to the Zhama Banquet held by Head Chef Yuan and watched Chef Ding dismember the ox," Wang Huai said.
Then, the chefs that went there spoke their thoughts in a low voice. Without exception, they were all praising Yuan Zhou's extraordinary culinary skills.
"I have also studied Chef Ding dismembering the ox many times, but I still couldn't find it. The significance of Head Chef Yuan's performance this time is to raise the upper limit of our entire cooking industry," Wang Huai said.
What Old Master Wang said was very accurate. Before seeing Chef Ding dismembering the ox, they all thought that Lion Dance was the highest level of knife skills. But now, everyone knew that there was still a path ahead. Even if this path seemed unreachable, it was still better than having no goal at all.
"Okay, I won't beat around the bush. I'm going to award the Knife King board to Head Chef Yuan." Wang Huai added, "If any head chef here has any objections, it's very simple. Take out a knife skill that surpasses Head Chef Yuan."
He went straight to the point.
The conference hall fell into an extremely quiet atmosphere.
After being preserved for more than thirty years, most chefs of the Jiangsu Cuisine regarded this board as the glory of Jiangsu Cuisine.
To put it simply, it was something that belonged to the Jiangsu Cuisine chefs. Now that it was suddenly going to be given to someone else, apart from Wang Jike and a few others who already knew about this, everyone wanted to make a fuss.
But what Wang Huai said at the end made all the dissenting opinions stuck in their throats.
The Chef Ding dismembering the ox at the Zama Banquet was something that they had never seen in person. They had only learned about it through some videos or a program specially produced by Mother Yang.
Surpassing Yuan Zhou was like a small author saying that he wanted to surpass Victor Hugo in terms of the quality of his article.
Wasn't this just a joke? That was Hugo, not Apple!
They felt wronged, but they couldn't say it out loud.
"Old Wang, have you really made up your mind?" Di Feng broke the silence in the conference hall.
"Yes." Wang Huai nodded. Then, he changed his tone and said, "This Knife King is not only a gift for others, it is also an encouragement for oneself."
"If there is someone among the Jiangsu Cuisine chefs who can compete with Head Chef Yuan, I will undoubtedly keep the Knife King board."
"Because I am also an old Jiangsu Cuisine chef. I have my own selfish motives … I am the one who placed the Knife King board in the museum."
Wang Huai spoke the truth. Previously, some Jiangsu Cuisine chefs had some resentment in their hearts, but now, all of it had dissipated.
Just as Wang Huai said, he was the one who placed the board there. Taking the board out of the museum would make Wang Huai feel the most uncomfortable.
But because he was Wang Huai, the person who created the Hidden Knife Series, he was the one who ordered Wang Huai to do this. It sounded very stubborn, but as a master chef, he had his own persistence.
No one had any other opinions. Wang Huai decided on this matter.
"Everyone, come again for the Hidden Knife Banquet in a few days. I'm going back now." Old Wang left.
"Sometimes, it's not good to have a strong sense of responsibility," Old Di Feng sighed. He stood up and left after saying goodbye.
Di Feng knew that his grand-disciple, Liu Li, had learned cooking from Yuan Zhou. The appearance of a chef like Yuan Zhou would only bring benefits to the domestic chefs.
Then, the remaining chefs bid farewell to the chairman, Hang Tian, and left. A few minutes later, the lively conference hall was empty.
Old Wang did not go home directly. Instead, he went to Zhu Garden.
Zhu Garden was a small manor that Wang Huai had bought in his early years. Back then, the Hidden Knife Series was also established here. The first dish of the Hidden Knife Banquet, Old Wang, was also made here. Now, the banquet dishes were prepared here.
When Wang Huai arrived, not many people greeted him. This was because the old man had specifically said once that when cooking, there was no need to specifically stop to greet him. In front of the chef, the food was the most important.
In ancient times, there had always been Qujiang Banquet, Roasted Tail Banquet, Confucius Banquet, and Tan Family Cuisine. However, that was all in the past. In modern times, there were very few new and recognized banquet dishes. Therefore, it was very impressive that Old Wang Huai created the Hidden Knife Banquet on his own.
Many years later, the Hidden Knife Banquet was ranked fourth among the top ten banquets of the new era.
The first was the Yuan Banquet, the second was the Cheng Family Banquet, which was known as the essence of Sichuan Cuisine. As for the third place, it was obvious.
"How's the preparation going?" Old Master Wang Huai waited at the side and only spoke after a dish was ready.
"There's no problem with the dishes. Don't worry, Dad." Wang Mingjie was in his forties and was still in his prime.
Wang Huai nodded and said, "How's the Lion Dance?"
"I'm 90% sure." Wang Mingjie looked serious.
"Since the preparations are almost done, come with me to Chengdu before the Hidden Knife Banquet," Wang Huai said.
"How does Butcher Dismember Ox compare to your Lion Dance?" Wang Mingjie asked. He knew about the horizontal board, so he asked this.
"It can't be compared." Wang Huai only said three words.
Wang Mingjie understood. He did not say that he would win it back in the future because Yuan Zhou was more than ten years younger than him. If he improved, would others not? Therefore, this kind of thing was the most meaningless.
Wang Huai decided to go to Chengdu the day after tomorrow. He brought Wang Mingjie because he wanted his son to broaden his horizons. Hmm … It felt a little weird for a chef in his forties to broaden his horizons with a chef in his twenties.
On the other hand, Wang Huai had agreed to perform the Tortoise and Lion Dance for Yuan Zhou. He still remembered that.
The future King of Knives, Yuan Zhou, was chatting with Yin Ya on the phone in Chengdu. They had not seen each other for a day and he missed Yin Ya a little. Yuan Zhou also asked Yin Ya some questions.
The Culinary Assistance Summit was put on the agenda. Yuan Zhou had no experience in how to plan it, so he had to ask someone with experience.
"First of all, Blockhead, I think the name of the Culinary Assistance Summit is not good. Mutual help is to help each other. Although this is the purpose, I think that all master chefs care about their reputation. If participating means being helped, many people may be a little unhappy," Yin Ya said.
It was very reasonable. It would be fine if they were all familiar people, but if there were enemies at the summit, it would not be harmonious.
"So, I think the core of the Famous Chef Communication Summit is that the chefs have questions to communicate with each other." Yin Ya said, "And I think the Summit mode can be changed from having the chefs ask questions on the spot to collecting cooking questions in advance. This will maximize the effect of the summit."
When Yin Ya spoke, Yuan Zhou wrote everything down in a small notebook. A professional was indeed a professional.
On the other side of the phone, Yin Ya asked, "And, Blockhead, have you thought about it? Is this summit a registration or an invitation? "
"Yaya, which one do you think is better?" Yuan Zhou thought for a while but could not think of a reason.
"If it were other people, it would only be an invitation. But Blockhead, with your reputation in the cooking world, it can be a registration. We can set up an official website and preliminary registration rules." Yin Ya said, "Then this will involve publicity. Because this summit must be known to the chefs on the fifth floor and above."
"Okay, okay, I got it."
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Yuan Zhou was on the second floor, and there was quite a commotion outside the restaurant.
"Hahaha, I can afford the BBQ." Wang Hong almost skipped to The Kitchen God. He was so happy and excited.
He did not see Yuan Zhou when he came, so Wang Hong went to find Mao Ye and asked, "Little Mao, did Boss Yuan go to prepare the BBQ ingredients?"
"No. Boss said that the rain will stop soon and the pub will still be open tonight," Mao Ye said honestly.
"What the hell? Look, it's raining heavily now. There's still one hour before the business time starts, but the rain doesn't seem to be getting lighter or stopping. So, it must be the BBQ tonight." Wang Hong really wanted to eat the BBQ chicken wings.
"Boss said the rain will stop soon," Mao Ye repeated and then ran away, preparing to open the pub.
Wang Hong did not believe it. He had seven or eight weather apps on his phone, and all of them showed that it would drizzle until three or four o 'clock in the morning.
In fact, sometimes when you write too much, your brain becomes rigid. No matter how many apps there are, the information comes from the Weather Bureau, so it's useless.
About ten minutes later, Fang Heng and the others arrived. Wang Hong's complexion turned ugly. Another ten minutes later, the rain gradually lightened. About ten minutes before the start of the tavern, the rain finally stopped. After the previous three times, the same scene appeared once more.
Wang Hong had really hit a wall for the sake of the BBQ chicken wings. He did not look back, and wanted to hit it again.
"I don't believe it. I don't believe that Boss Yuan is more accurate than the weather forecast every single time!" Wang Hong was unwilling to accept this. He made up his mind that he would not allow to see Boss Yuan even once!
The unconvinced Wang Hong could only leave. It would be very angry to stay and be mocked by the Heavenly Demon Sect Demonic Girl.
"Was Boss really a demi-immortal in the past? This divination is way too accurate. " Mao Ye muttered in his heart, but his hands did not slow down. He cleaned up the water on the second floor and dried everything that needed to be dried.
Then the pub officially opened for business.
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