Yuan Zhou asked Ke Sen to sit down, but Ke Sen did not dare to do so.
Even when Colin was teaching him, he would always stand and listen. Moreover, Colin had always been strict with him. In public, he would not even call Yuan Zhou his father, only Head Chef Ke.
"No need. Head Chef Yuan, you can sit. I'll just stand," Ke Sen shook his head.
Yuan Zhou glanced at Ke Sen. When he saw Ke Sen's serious expression, he did not say anything else. He nodded and said, "Okay."
"We don't have much time. If you have any questions, just ask," Yuan Zhou said straightforwardly.
"Okay, Head Chef Yuan." Ke Sen nodded. Then, he paused and straightened his back. After a while, he spoke again, "Head Chef Yuan, I would like to ask how you can take care of two local cuisines at the same time. Of course, you have to take care of multiple cuisines."
"I mean me. I want to learn Sichuan Cuisine," Ke Sen had probably sorted out his words before coming. But when he asked, he was still stumbling.
Yuan Zhou was not in a hurry to speak. Instead, he looked at Ke Sen, waiting for him to finish.
As expected, Ke Sen spoke again, "Of course, my main focus is still Guizhou Cuisine. But I feel that the cuisines of the three provinces in the southwest have something in common. So, I want to draw inspiration from Sichuan Cuisine to improve the culinary skills of Guizhou Cuisine.
But I found that my energy is limited. I can't learn Sichuan Cuisine well. In fact, my knowledge is still vague, "Ke Sen said seriously.
In fact, this matter had been buried in Ke Sen's heart for a long time.
There was no doubt that Colin was a master of Guizhou cuisine, so he had been teaching Ke Sen cooking since he was very young. It could even be said that he had been training Ke Sen since he was very young.
Up until now, Colin had a lot of knowledge about Guizhou Cuisine. But all of this knowledge came from Colin.
The advantage of having a master was that he could walk on a smooth path. But the disadvantage was that it was hard for him to have his own ideas.
Colin often said that his basic skills were very solid, but he could not graduate from his apprenticeship because his cooking skills were not up to par.
At first, Ke Sen did not understand. But later, he realized that he was just like a younger version of Colin. He did not have his own ideas when it came to cooking.
Two years ago, after realizing this, Colson spent a great deal of effort to pick out his father's mortar nest, but was not very successful.
This was something that Colin could not teach, because he could see the problem, but he could not guide it. After all, he was Ke Sen's Mortar Nest.
But he knew that his son Ke Sen wanted to learn Sichuan cuisine to improve his cooking.
That was why Colin had paid a huge price to invite Ke Sen to participate in the Young Chefs' Competition last time. On the one hand, he could improve his cooking skills in such a large-scale competition, and on the other hand, he wanted Yuan Zhou, who had mastered many cuisines, to give Ke Sen some advice.
"Apart from learning Sichuan Cuisine to comprehend by analogy, is there any other purpose?" Yuan Zhou raised a question after he heard that.
"I want to jump out of the framework of my father's culinary skills." Ke Sen looked at Yuan Zhou expectantly.
In the entire culinary circle, there were only a handful of people who could solve Ke Sen's problem, and Yuan Zhou was one of them.
"Um, I see." Yuan Zhou nodded and said. Ke Sen was somewhat similar to Wang Mingjie.
In fact, no matter what industry it was, when the father was too successful, the children would easily live in the shadow of their father. This shadow did not refer to the psychological aspect, but the aspect of cooking skills. Wang Mingjie was the most obvious example.
"Then how should I learn Sichuan Cuisine so that my cooking skills become one plus one is greater than two instead of less than one?" Ke Sen couldn't help asking anxiously.
"Simply put, you want to know how to learn Sichuan Cuisine easily and how to accumulate the knowledge perfectly." Ke Sen's question was a little confusing. Fortunately, Yuan Zhou understood and summarized it.
In the end, Yuan Zhou asked, "I remember you said that you haven't finished learning Qianzhou Cuisine."
"Yes. Qianzhou Cuisine has four major categories: Tofu, Ethnic, Folk, and Wild. It would be too arrogant of me to say that I have finished learning all of them." After Ke Sen said that, he realized something and hurriedly explained, "I am talking about me, not Head Chef Yuan. Head Chef Yuan is not a normal person, so he can naturally master it."
Not a normal person? Yuan Zhou felt that those words sounded so strange. Ke Sen still hadn't realized it and was still trying to patch up his words.
"Well, I understand what you mean." Yuan Zhou stopped Ke Sen and said, "Continue talking about Qianzhou Cuisine."
"Okay. I want to learn Sichuan Cuisine to open up a new way of cooking," Ke Sen said.
"I remember that Master Ke Lin is good at Folk Cuisine, right?" Yuan Zhou did not answer Ke Sen's question but changed the topic.
"Yes. My father is good at many dishes, but his specialty is Folk Cuisine." Ke Sen nodded.
"Well, I saw that your cooking skills are very similar to Master Ke Lin's," Yuan Zhou nodded and said.
When he heard Yuan Zhou say that his cooking skills were like his father's, Ke Sen couldn't help but reveal a bitter smile. Sure enough, he was just a copy of his father.
"Qianzhou Cuisine not only has a distinct ethnic and regional character, but it also has a wide range of adaptability. To put it bluntly, it is a combination of spicy, sour, fragrant, and fresh flavors," Yuan Zhou began to explain.
"Yes, Head Chef Yuan is right." Ke Sen was somewhat puzzled. He didn't know why Yuan Zhou would suddenly mention something that all chefs of Qianzhou Cuisine knew, but he still nodded seriously.
"You, on the other hand, only know Folk Cuisine from Qianzhou Cuisine. You haven't even mastered it yet, yet you want to learn Sichuan Cuisine," Yuan Zhou continued.
"I think you must have forgotten about Sichuan-Qianzhou Cuisine when you wanted to learn Sichuan Cuisine," Yuan Zhou looked at Ke Sen and said solemnly.
"No, I didn't," Ke Sen shook his head. Just as he was about to say something, he suddenly recalled something and shut his mouth.
"With the development of society, there are many cuisines that have entered Qianzhou Cuisine. Sichuan Cuisine, Cantonese Cuisine, and Hunan Cuisine have all merged with Qianzhou Cuisine. Many chefs of Qianzhou Cuisine use their own imagination and cooking skills to improve these cuisines to suit the local tastes," Yuan Zhou paused and continued.
"Folk Cuisine, Folk Cuisine, Toast Cuisine, Wild Cuisine, and many other cuisines. If you want to jump out of your father's mold, I think you might not understand what I have to say."
"There is one hour and forty minutes left. I will prepare a table of dishes for you. Watch carefully," Yuan Zhou stood up and said.
"Thank you, Head Chef Yuan," Ke Sen was pleasantly surprised and immediately bowed deeply. He didn't expect there would be a live lesson.
"Get up." After saying that, Yuan Zhou turned around and went to prepare the ingredients. Since these were the rewards of the Youth Chef Exchange, he would do his best to make this trip worthwhile for Ke Sen and Dashi Xiujie.
In Yuan Zhou's opinion, Ke Sen's problem was actually very simple. He had thought too much and walked into a dead end, trapping himself.
After all, the most important thing in cooking was the basic skills. This was the same for everyone. If one wanted to go further, it would be the display of skills.
Obviously, Ke Sen's skills were very good. But because of Colin, he was confused and felt that he could never surpass his father no matter what.
The reason why Yuan Zhou prepared Qianzhou Cuisine for him was to tell him that skills were skills. As long as he learned it, it would be his.
Soon, Yuan Zhou came over with a dustpan filled with ingredients. Although there were a lot of ingredients, they were arranged very well.
"Before you cook, I have a request. Apart from watching, you need to cook two more dishes. I will let you cook the last two dishes and eat them yourself," Yuan Zhou said.
Ke Sen was startled and panicked. He knew the rules of Yuanzhou shop. If he couldn't finish the dishes, he would be blacklisted.
But in order to have a good conversation today, Ke Sen had naturally eaten lunch before coming here. Now, he still felt that he hadn't digested the food.
And he still needed to cook two more dishes. Together with the dishes cooked by Head Chef Yuan, Ke Sen felt that it was necessary for him to buy some stomach medicine.
That's right. Ke Sen misunderstood Yuan Zhou and said that he needed to finish the dishes cooked by Yuan Zhou.
But Yuan Zhou wasn't worried about that. On one hand, he was worried about the quantity … and on the other hand, he should hear a familiar voice.
"With me here, there will be no leftovers!"
The male voice was within Yuan Zhou's expectation, but for Ke Sen, it was no different from the sound of the heavens.
"I'm here to help too," Wu Hai's voice came from the sergestes wall view door again.
Wu Hai stroked his mustache as he walked toward the door quickly.
Although Wu Hai didn't hear anything, he saw Yuan Zhou holding the ingredients.
"Head Chef Yuan, may I?" Ke Sen was excited, but he still earnestly asked for Yuan Zhou's opinion.
"As long as you don't mind. After all, this is your guidance time," Yuan Zhou said.
"No, no, no. I welcome Mr. Wu to comment on my dishes," Ke Sen immediately said.
"You're welcome," Wu Hai stroked his mustache and said.
Yuan Zhou looked at him grumpily and didn't say anything. He directly went to the stove and prepared to cook.
It was time to act cool. No, it was time to teach!
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