As the soup event continued, more and more people paid attention to it in the next few days.
The most ridiculous thing was that on the third day of the event, # The Kitchen God Soup King # became the 17th most searched topic on Weibo.
Seriously, in today's fan economy, apart from the food safety issue, this was the first time a pure delicacy had become a trending topic.
Of course, as a person, Yuan Zhou naturally became a hot topic many times.
On the fourth day, Song Ming brought a group of chefs from the Cantonese Cuisine Association and booked the entire internet cafe to vote.
They booked the internet cafe not because they were extravagant, but because there were only so many chefs. They finished voting in a few minutes and then spent the rest of the time staring at the screen and the comments on the event page.
"This year's customers are not good. Why are the soups with the most votes all easy? Why didn't anyone vote for my Lamb Stewed with Ginseng and Wolfberry?!"
"I've learned something new. I have to remember these methods of canvassing votes. It might be useful in the future."
"Tsk tsk. Previously, there were people who were not convinced that Head Chef Yuan was the honorary vice chairman. Look at how he casually promoted his dish and it exploded."
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The group of people stared at the screen attentively, causing the owner of the internet cafe to be somewhat dumbfounded. These people were all dressed in suits and leather shoes, and each of them had a solemn expression as if they were reading a report.
The chairman of the Cantonese Cuisine Association, Song Ming, was very happy, but the other chairman, Zhang Yan, wasn't so happy.
Zhang Yan wasn't happy because he was jealous of Yuan Zhou's promotion of Cantonese Cuisine. After all, Yuan Zhou was a chef from Sichuan. This was something that couldn't be erased or changed.
"Dad, why do you always have such a long face?" Zhang Ying asked.
A long face was a dialect used to describe a serious or unfriendly expression. Zhang Ying wasn't busy these days, so she often went home to rest. But whenever she returned, she would see her father with such an expression.
"It's none of your business." Zhang Yan said stiffly, "Go travel with your friends if you have nothing to do. Don't come back for a meal the moment you're on holiday."
"Dad! I came back to accompany you. I'm afraid you'll be lonely, "Zhang Ying said.
Zhang Yan sneered and said, "Don't make it sound so natural. As for accompanying me, do I need you to accompany me? Do I lack money or something? There's a generation gap between you and me. "
"Am I your biological child? I'm going to look for my biological trash can! "Zhang Ying said.
"That's good." Zhang Yan was unmoved. He even added, "I can sponsor you for the transportation to and fro."
"…" Zhang Ying was speechless. After all, she was a CEO. Although she was not as good as Jiang Changxi, every time she talked to her father about it, she was always the one who was left speechless.
"I don't care, I just want to eat and drink, live and use your things." Zhang Ying used her last trick to act shamelessly.
Zhang Yan ignored her and turned to walk to the study room. Zhang Ying also followed behind. She was really worried about Zhang Yan.
As the president of the Sichuan Cuisine Association, Zhang Yan's study room was filled with antiques. For example, there was a piece of red sandalwood that he had found previously. There were also other things piled up in the study room.
"Don't step on my wood. Even if I sell you by the pound, you won't be able to pay for my wood." Zhang Yan said. He was also a wood lover.
A wood lover, these four words sounded strange, but in fact, he liked to collect more precious wood. He did not use it to carve, he just stored it.
One must know that nowadays, not to mention 100 years old rosewood, even 30 or 40 years old wood was rare.
Zhang Yan was most proud of the small piece of 100 years old red sandalwood kept in his study room.
"…" Sell by the pound. Do you think I'm pork? But Zhang Ying also knew that these wood were very expensive. Most importantly, old wood was not only expensive, but it was also something that could not be bought with money.
Zhang Yan pondered for a while, then packed his things and prepared to go out.
"Dad, where are you going?" Zhang Ying asked.
"The Kitchen God." Zhang Yan did not look back.
When Zhang Ying heard this, her eyes lit up. Maybe she could see her idol. Zhang Ying immediately said, "I want to go too."
And so, Zhang Yan and his daughter went to The Kitchen God.
Along the way, Zhang Ying wanted to know why Zhang Yan came to The Kitchen God. But Zhang Yan's mouth was very tight and he did not say anything.
"President Zhang."
After lunchtime, when Yuan Zhou was preparing to cook something for himself, he saw Zhang Yan and greeted him. "Hello, Zhang Yan.
"I came without informing Head Chef Yuan. I hope I did not disturb Head Chef Yuan," Zhang Yan said.
Yuan Zhou shook his head frankly, "No."
Zhang Ying took the opportunity to ask, "Boss Yuan, will Sister Jiang come for dinner tonight?"
"I'm not sure," Yuan Zhou replied, "But she has been very busy in the company recently and rarely comes."
"Oh." Zhang Ying's mood instantly became gloomy.
Zhang Yan and Yuan Zhou exchanged a few words, mainly asking about the recent situation. He also told Yuan Zhou that the Sichuan Cuisine Association was about to change and the next president was very likely to be Engineer Cheng. To put it bluntly, apart from Yuan Zhou, who else could compete with Engineer Cheng in Sichuan Cuisine?
"Chairman Zhang, is there something wrong with your body?" Yuan Zhou asked with concern.
His daughter Zhang Ying immediately asked, "Dad, did you get a terminal illness? You didn't want me to worry, so you didn't tell me?"
Zhang Yan glared at Zhang Ying, but the worry on Zhang Ying's face was not fake.
"It's not a problem with my body. It's just that there are too many things to do in the association every day. I barely have time to practice my culinary skills. So when I saw someone who could take over the responsibility, I gave it to him," Zhang Yan said.
"That's good." Yuan Zhou nodded. He suddenly remembered that Zhou Shijie had also been talking about the change of chairman.
However, it was very difficult to change the chairman of the Chef's Association. The association had been established for 20 to 30 years, but the chairman had been changed three times.
It was not because of anything else. As a gourmet country, China had a large population, vast land, rich resources, and various cuisines. Therefore, it was extremely difficult to find a chef who could convince the public to be the chairman.
In any country, convincing the public was extremely important.
After the greetings, Zhang Yan got to the point, "Head Chef Yuan, have you done some research on plate presentation and utensils?"
"Yes, I made a set of four seasons tableware before." Yuan Zhou nodded. He had done his best in plate presentation. Therefore, he had to control the tableware and utensils.
"I have been thinking about tableware recently. There are some things that I can't figure out, so I want to learn some experience from Head Chef Yuan," Zhang Yan said politely.
"Chairman Zhang, you are too serious. It's just a mutual exchange," Yuan Zhou said.
"Learning is learning. At my age, is there anything that I can't let go of? Your four seasons tableware is already very famous in our circle of chefs. If it wasn't for Zhou Shijie, I don't know how many people would want to buy it, "Zhang Yan said.
The four seasons tableware was made by Yuan Zhou himself. It was made according to the seasons. After the Spring Festival, Yuan Zhou was going to make a set of more complicated seasonal tableware.
"Chairman Zhang, you came at the right time. It's time for me to change my tableware. I'm going to change from the midsummer tableware to the autumn tableware," Yuan Zhou said.
"It's better to come at the right time than to come early. If possible, please show me the complete set of four seasons tableware," Zhang Yan said sincerely.
Yuan Zhou naturally agreed. Zhang Yan followed behind Yuan Zhou, so did Zhang Ying.
They went directly from the vegetarian restaurant to the wood storage room. At the door, Yuan Zhou suddenly thought of something, an important thing.
Previously, when Yuan Zhou used Keemun black tea, the best spring tea, to make Herbal Tea Eggs, he was almost beaten to death.
Now, if Yuan Zhou remembered correctly, there was a shelf made of hundred-year-old Hainan Huanghuali behind his door. And Zhou Shijie had reminded him that Chairman Zhang loved wood …
Yuan Zhou's heart trembled. He looked at Zhang Ying silently. With a child here, they wouldn't fight, right?
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