"If I remember correctly, you are a staff member of The Kitchen God, right?"
On her way to work in the morning, Su Ruoyan was stopped by a strange man. If it weren't for the fact that there were a lot of pedestrians coming and going, she would have been shocked.
"You are?" Su Ruoyan didn't answer but asked.
"I am a reporter from Ring News. As a staff member of The Kitchen God, are you interested in accepting our interview?"
The man who claimed to be a reporter asked. He was worried that he would be misunderstood, so he took out his reporter card from his pocket and showed it to Su Ruoyan.
"Sorry, no interview." Su Ruoyan was still a little afraid of being interviewed, so she turned around and prepared to leave.
"Hey." The reporter took a step and blocked in front of Su Ruoyan again, saying, "It's okay if you don't want to be interviewed. As the only two staff members of The Kitchen God, do you have any inside information? For example, you know."
"What do I know?" Su Ruoyan looked at the reporter.
"For example, in that … place that is different from what is reported outside." The reporter immediately added, "Of course, I will not let you give me information for free. Depending on the size of the information, I will give you a fee ranging from two hundred to two thousand."
Su Ruoyan understood that the guy in front of her wanted to dig up the boss's dirt.
Not to mention that Yuan Zhou didn't have any dirt to dig up, even if there was, Su Ruoyan wouldn't be a snitch who would betray the boss.
"No, thank you. Please don't stop me again." Su Ruoyan didn't have a good tone and left after saying that.
The reporter looked at Su Ruoyan's back and muttered to himself, "What's wrong with the waiters of The Kitchen God? They don't know how to earn money. The previous waitress was the same. I thought I would have a chance if I changed someone else."
Yes, this was not the reporter's first time here. As a young leader of the post-90s generation, many people wanted to know about Yuan Zhou's news. If someone wanted to know about them, the reporter would naturally dig.
Seeing that there was no way here, the reporter went to a certain fresh meat. If a reporter caught a tree, he would definitely be hanged to death.
As a matter of fact, this reporter admired Yuan Zhou quite a lot. He was the only chef that could be so famous.
As soon as Su Ruoyan arrived at the store, she told Yuan Zhou about it. As a celebrity who had been secretly photographed by paparazzi, Yuan Zhou nodded calmly to show that he knew. He also comforted Su Ruoyan and told her not to take it to heart.
During this time, Dashi Xiujie came to the Yuanzhou shop with Taku Chihara, with a small bag of Japanese wild vegetables in his hand.
"Mr. Yuan, I'm here to see you," Dashi Xiujie said respectfully.
Anyway, since the day Yuan Zhou taught him, Dashi Xiujie had been calling him Teacher Yuan, which made Engineer Cheng very unhappy.
Dashi Xiujie introduced, "Mr. Yuan, this is Taku Chihara, the successor of Japan's new cooking school. Mr. Yuan, you can call him Chihara."
Yuan Zhou didn't know much about the schools of cooking in Japan. He only knew that there were a lot of them and they were very messy. Maybe the head chefs of roadside restaurants were all the masters of a school.
Although Taku Chihara didn't like Dashi Xiujie's reverence for Yuan Zhou, he still greeted him politely. This Chinese chef who was younger than him was a Grandmaster.
Speaking of which, Taku Chihara didn't know how to speak Chinese. He could only understand a little.
"I'm sorry to bother you again, Mr. Yuan," Dashi Xiujie said. "I heard from Mr. Lee Yanyi that Mr. Yuan likes to collect some special ingredients. This Broken Root Grass is a special wild vegetable in Hokkaido."
In fact, all chefs had a thirst for knowledge about new ingredients. In addition to his thirst for knowledge, Yuan Zhou also wanted to find ingredients that the system hadn't recorded. That was why he asked Lee Yanyi and Lei Ti to keep an eye out for him.
Lee Yanyi often saw them, but Lei Ti hadn't come to the restaurant since he left the province more than a year ago.
"Thank you." When Yuan Zhou took it in his hand, the system jumped out automatically without him asking.
The system displayed, "Broken Root Grass is a plant of the sweet potato genus. It tastes fishy and salty and has the effect of clearing body heat and relieving summer heat. It's suitable for cold dishes and as an auxiliary ingredient. After cultivation, the system also has a better variety of Broken Root Grass."
"Yes, yes, yes. You are the best," Yuan Zhou praised in his heart. Then, the system disappeared contentedly.
It was also within Yuan Zhou's expectation. Situations like Xiaolongshan coriander were too rare, although he still wanted to hear the system call him Mr. Host.
"Thank you," Yuan Zhou looked at Dashi Xiujie and said.
Apart from the commercial import of dishes, it was almost impossible for private individuals to bring back fresh fruits and vegetables. Since Dashi Xiujie brought it to China, he must have done a lot of things to make it happen.
"I can eat Mr. Yuan's cooking again at noon. I'm so happy just thinking about it," Dashi Xiujie said.
"How have you been recently?" Yuan Zhou was asking about his cooking skills.
Dashi Xiujie immediately understood. Like a soldier reporting military intelligence, he said, "It's going well. I'm gradually perfecting the Huaishi Cuisine in my mind."
"Take a seat. I'm going to prepare the ingredients for lunch," Yuan Zhou estimated the time.
"Sorry for wasting your time, Mr. Yuan. Lunch is more important. Don't worry about us," Dashi Xiujie said.
Yuan Zhou turned around and returned to his restaurant. Takuya Chihara wanted to follow him, but he was stopped by Dashi Xiujie.
"What are you doing, Chihara?" Dashi Xiujie asked.
"Didn't Head Chef Yuan ask us to sit in the restaurant by ourselves?" Takuya Chihara said.
"The restaurant isn't open yet. Besides, we still need to take a number and wait in line. Why should we go in now?" Dashi Xiujie dragged Takuya Chihara to sit on the bench at the entrance.
"Aren't we here to visit Head Chef Yuan? Do we need to wait in line? "Takuya Chihara was dumbfounded.
"Mr. Yuan is a chef with principles. Do you know Zhou Shijie?" Dashi Xiujie asked.
"Seven Knife King Zhou Shijie, Head Chef Zhou?" Takuya Chihara asked.
Dashi Xiujie nodded, "Um."
"Of course I know him. Tengyuan Jiayuan once commented that Head Chef Zhou's cooking skills are superb. He also said that if someone were to be chosen to represent Chinese cuisine, it would definitely be Head Chef Zhou," Takuya Chihara said, "As I recall, Head Chef Zhou is the chairman of the Chinese Chefs' Association, right?"
"That's right. Even Chairman Zhou has to wait in line when he comes to Teacher Yuan's restaurant," Dashi Xiujie said. "No matter who it is, everyone has to wait in line in Teacher Yuan's restaurant without an appointment. There is no exception."
Takuya Chihara was startled. He now understood why Dashi respected Yuan Zhou so much. It was very, very difficult to do something with such principles.
"No matter how good his cooking skills are, his strength of character is indeed top-notch," Takuya Chihara muttered inwardly.
Later, Takuya Chihara would know that what Yuan Zhou won over Dashi Xiujie was not his strength of character, but his cooking skills that surpassed that of a master.
About half an hour later, more and more people arrived at the entrance of the restaurant, which meant that they could start waiting in line. Although Dashi Xiujie was a veteran, he didn't get the number because he was dragging a newbie along.
Of course, it was still not bad.
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