Xia Yu's mother looked at her father as if he was an idiot. "Oh my god. I saw a chef in a medical journal. Tell me, what's wrong with your words?"
Because Xia Yu's mother spoke in Mandarin with a translator's accent, there was a sense of humor when she spoke to Xia Yu's father loudly.
Xia Yu was also confused about Boss Yuan's name in a medical journal. But she will not jump to conclusions if she does not know anything, so she did not say anything.
"It's true. If you don't believe me, I can show you." Xia Yu's father refuted.
Because of Xia Yu, her father had ordered a few medical journals to be published.
After all, Xia Yu was not sure what the illness was, so she had read more.
Nowadays, many medical journals were following in the footsteps of the times and had an electronic version. Xia Yu's father turned on his phone and found the English article in no time.
[Observations on the effects of food on the body and the sick body.] – Professor Adam Hughton
In the middle of the article, there was a paragraph. "Most of the time, patients with moderate illnesses will lose their appetite. This is because the blood flow to the gastrointestinal tract will decrease, and the secretion of digestive juices will also decrease. Simply put, the digestive and absorption functions of the gastrointestinal tract will decrease. This is the body's stress state.
The ideal situation for us doctors is for the patient to get the nutrients he needs from food. But pay attention to my words, that is the ideal situation. In fact, the body's self-protection mechanism is almost impossible to reverse. But in the East, something completely unimaginable happened. There was a patient with advanced pancreatic cancer who could eat 80% of a normal person's food.
If the person who published this article was not Professor Herbert, it would be criticized by the medical community even if it was published by the top expert in pancreatic cancer.
After that, the Vibon Medical Research Institute went to China and conducted some experiments. They came to a shocking conclusion. The data published by Professor Herbert is real. That mysterious Oriental restaurant and the chef, Zhou Yuan, really have magical powers. In a medical report, the words magical and magical are very strange. But that Chinese chef, Zhou Yuan, can only be described as magical and magical. … … "
"If I spell Zhouyuan, isn't it the Yuan Zhou you mentioned?" Xia Yu's father said, "I also saw a few medical journals mentioning Boss Yuan."
As he spoke, Mr. Xia browsed through his phone again. Among the medical magazines he had ordered, he found seven articles that mentioned Yuan Zhou.
"There's such a person? The reputation of a chef can even spread to the circle of doctors. "Mrs. Xia also learned something new.
Xia Fei's father nodded. "When I saw it, I felt that the chef was amazing. If I had known, I wouldn't have dared to shoot a fantasy drama like this."
"Maybe it's food therapy or something," Mrs. Xia said. "Think about it, didn't our daughter eat well here?"
"Let's be more scientific. Don't be so weird." Father Xia said, "Boss Yuan is good at cooking, and the people on this street are very nice, which makes people feel good, so it must be good for recuperation."
"Daughter, if you feel comfortable, you can stay in Chengdu for a while," Mr. Xia said.
Thinking of some amazing achievements of Yuan Zhou, Xia Yu also felt that it was easier to understand that he was famous in the medical circle in Europe and America.
"Then we'll go to Boss Yuan's restaurant tonight." Xia Yu's mother made the decision. "Can we still make a reservation now?"
"You can't make a reservation in Boss Yuan's restaurant. You need to get a number in advance and line up," Xia Yu explained.
"It's normal. All famous restaurants are like this."
"In America, you need to make a reservation two months in advance. Moreover, Boss Yuan is so amazing. I think it's more friendly to line up."
Her parents accepted it and asked Xia Yu when was the right time to line up.
Although Xia Yu was not like Wuhai, who could treat the restaurant as a canteen, she was also a regular customer. It was not a problem for her to line up at the right time.
Afraid that she couldn't make it, Mrs. Xia set an alarm clock with her phone.
She hadn't seen her daughter for a long time, so she naturally had a lot to talk about. Her mother asked about this and that, while her father was going to walk around Taoxi Road.
While walking, Xia Yu's father came across something. He saw the opening of a new restaurant and was so lucky that he happened to see it.
What Xia Yu's father didn't know was that this restaurant … would open more than ten to twenty times a year.
The afternoon passed by slowly. For Wuhai, the most meaningful time of the day was eating, except for painting.
During this meaningless time, Director Wu, who hadn't seen him for a long time, came. He was the Director Wu of the Street Administrative Office.
"Boss Yuan, Boss Yuan, I'm here to give you an award again," Director Wu said.
"Thank you, Director Wu. What's the award this time?" Yuan Zhou had been used to it.
"The Cleanest Restaurant in Chengdu," Director Wu took out a certificate and a red booklet from his small bag and handed it to Yuan Zhou seriously.
Yuan Zhou said, "Thank you, Director Wu."
"Not at all. Boss Yuan, if you need anything, just tell us. As long as it's within our ability, it's not a problem." Director Wu said this almost every time he came.
It wasn't just for show. Yuan Zhou had single-handedly increased the number of customers in Taoxi Road to a street comparable to that of Chunxi Road.
To put it bluntly, Taoxi Road and Chunxi Road were both under the jurisdiction of their respective Street Administrative Office, but how could they be the same?
Therefore, not only Director Wu, but also everyone in the Street Administrative Office of Taoxi Road respected Yuan Zhou very much.
"Okay, I got it." Yuan Zhou nodded his head.
"Then I'm leaving now. I won't bother you anymore, Boss Yuan. Boss Yuan, you don't need to see me off." Director Wu came and went in a hurry.
Yuan Zhou saw Director Wu off with his eyes and then put the red booklet into the small box that was specially used to store trophies and certificates.
There were also the Top Ten Small Restaurants in Chengdu, the Most Popular Award, the Restaurant with the Most Potential of China Gourmet Development Association, the Champion of the Food Festival …
There were so many certificates and trophies. However, Yuan Zhou didn't even know about many of the competitions, let alone participate in them. Therefore, he couldn't accept it at the beginning.
Anyway, in Yuan Zhou's opinion, he couldn't tolerate the existence of such shady business!
Later on, it was Zhang Yan who came over and told him about it. With Yuan Zhou's current status and the presence of Master Chef Restaurant, how could anyone believe that Yuan Zhou was qualified to participate in any selection activities in Chengdu City that bypassed it?
For example, Yuan Zhou didn't sign up for the Top Ten Delicacies in Chengdu, but if there was no The Kitchen God in Chengdu, wouldn't it be a joke?
But at the same time, many organizers knew that Yuan Zhou wouldn't participate in competitions unless it was necessary.
Therefore, after a long talk with Zhang Yan, Yuan Zhou only needed to put away the awards. Most of the time, it was Director Wu who sent the awards.
At the beginning of dinner, Xia Yu's family of three successfully got their seats. Looking at the situation, they were estimated to be in the fourth batch.
After tasting Yuan Zhou's cooking, Xia Yu's father said that he had expected good cooking skills, but he didn't expect that the same dish that he had eaten for his whole life could be so delicious in someone else's hands.
The dish that Xia Yu's father said that he had eaten for his whole life was Rotten Meat and Cowpea. In fact, this dish was very homely. It was hard to tell what kind of cuisine it was, but the system classified it as Sichuan Cuisine.
Maybe it was because the pickle jar in Sichuan was very famous. There was a saying in Sichuan, "Legend has it that every family in Sichuan has a pickle jar passed down from generation to generation."
Yuan Zhou's sour cowpea was quite good with rice. With minced meat and a bowl of plain white rice from the 100 Styles of Rice Cuisine, it was very good with rice.
Especially the sour cowpea, it was very appetizing. Anyway, after eating one bowl of rice, Xia Yu's father wanted to eat a second bowl, but unfortunately, there was no second bowl.
Then, Xia Yu's father looked at Xia Yu's mother pitifully. Then, he saw the same expression in Xia Yu's eyes. The couple looked at Xia Yu tacitly.
Xia Yu cooked two mouthfuls in three mouthfuls. At the dinner table, she wouldn't give in even to her own parents!
After dinner, Su Ruoyan packed up everything and handed it over to Mao Ye.
Meanwhile, Yuan Zhou hid on the second floor, scratching his ears and cheeks. He was thinking about the Famous Chefs' Alliance and the fact that the chairman had three recommendation letters.
Xu Ban also told Yuan Zhou a lot of things privately through WeChat. For example, most of the time, the recommendation letters of the chairman formed the framework, such as vice chairman, honorary chairman, committee member, etc.
First of all, the list of three recommendation letters of Yuan Zhou had already been confirmed. They were Zhou Shijie, Wang Huai, and Aso.
Actually, three was too few because there were too many famous chefs in China.
Zhou Shijie's culinary skills and current reputation were not a problem. As for Old Man Wang, as the creator of the Pocket Knife Series, it was needless to say.
As for Aso, he was a stranger. However, Yuan Zhou learned the first lost dish of the Millennium Banquet of the Elderly, Wu Chicken, from Aso.
That's right. Aso was the old royal chef, Mr. Ma's real name. He still remembered the first time Yuan Zhou went to look for Royal Jelly and was scolded by Mr. Ma.
That was three years ago. Even until he left, Old Ma had only given him notes on the dishes of the Flying Chicken.
As time passed, Yuan Zhou's culinary skills became better, and Old Man Ma was willing to communicate with him. Then, Yuan Zhou realized that Aso's culinary skills were extremely high, especially in banquets. Aso's culinary skills were at least 0.7 yuan.
"Should I give Uncle Zhou the position of Honorary Chairman or Vice Chairman?" Yuan Zhou was thinking about many things. Other than this, there was also the question of whether Aso was willing to join.
With Old Man Ma's culinary skills, he could not be a head chef anywhere, but he was willing to live in seclusion in a small mountain village.
Old Man Wang Huai did not have any problems. Yuan Zhou had chatted with Old Man Wang before, and Old Man Wang cared a lot about Chinese food culture.
The reason why Yuan Zhou was thinking about the recommendation was that the Global Chefs Alliance would hold an internal exchange every four years, just like the World Cup.
The exchange would be graded. The highest was A, and the lowest was E. It had been three years since the last exchange, which meant that there was only one year left before the next internal rating.
This rating would not be announced to the public, and as a newly established branch, it would not be a big deal for the Chinese branch to get an E rating.
The higher the rating, the more authority he would have in the headquarters. Yuan Zhou did not want to fight for any authority. He only knew that the Chinese branch's rating could not be low.
There was no special reason why it could not be low. If he had to find a reason, it would be because the Chairman was him, Yuan Zhou!
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