The Kitchen God, Taoxi Road, Chengdu, and Huaxia were all filled with a festive atmosphere.
But overseas, it was a different story.
In a villa in the suburbs of France.
"Troma, my old friend, you might not believe me when I tell you this, but I've discovered something strange." Remy found his old friend in a mysterious manner.
"Since I won't believe you, Mr. Remy, you don't have to say it." Doma continued to tune the violin. He looked very focused, as if he didn't care about Remy's words at all.
"…"
Remy was very upset. He was the modernist artist who bought a plane ticket to Huaxia for the opening ceremony of the Painting God's Hut in Wuhai. Looking at his white hair, it was obvious that he wasn't young anymore. He was 72 years old this year and had a great reputation in France.
But the fact that he could take a plane from France to Chengdu in Huaxia showed that he was in good health. And Doma, who he called an old friend, wasn't in the art world. He was an Italian Western chef in his 70s. As mentioned before, the friends of the rich were basically all rich, and the friends of masters were almost all masters.
How to describe Doma? His eldest disciple, Bayer, was a three-star Michelin chef.
Also, when we eat steak, there is a difference in how well it is done. This standard wasn't tested by any scientific equipment. The latest standard was set by three Western chefs, including Doma.
Another thing to add was that Western cuisine was not actually a single cuisine, but a general term that included French cuisine, Italian cuisine, British cuisine, German cuisine, and so on. However, since he was called a Western cuisine master, it proved that he had dabbled in all of them. Of course, this master's specialty was still steak.
"You really don't want to listen? Old friend, I think you should be very interested, "Remy said.
"My good friend, we've been friends for more than 30 years. Don't you know me? I've never been interested in things I don't believe in. " Doma continued to fiddle with the violin. At this point, he looked up at Remy and said, "When I don't look at the moon, the moon doesn't exist."
Remy frowned. "Don't use quantum nonsense to scare me. You're a chef, not Frank." Then, his frown relaxed.
He said, "After all, you're one of my friends who makes the best steak …"
"It's the best, the best," Troma corrected Jeremiah and said, "Malisello is inferior to me, far inferior."
"Alright, alright, I apologize." Remy repeated, "After all, you're the best steak cook among my friends, so I thought you'd be interested in anything related to steak. Since you're not interested, I'll take my leave first. I won't disturb you any further. Let's meet up for tea next time."
After saying this, Remy glanced at the violin in Torama's hands, a smile on his face, and got up to leave. This old man was so evil.
"Wait, my dear friend. Actually, I am still willing to listen to you." When Tuoloma heard that it was related to steak, his expression changed.
"It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter if you don't say it. It's not important." Remy said, "Besides, we've known each other for more than 30 years. I think it's fine if you don't listen to me, old friend. Your hobby is more important."
As he spoke, Remy had already taken two steps towards the door.
Torama put the violin aside and stood up to stop Remy. "Fine, fine, fine. It's my fault. What hobby? Don't you know me? Two of my violin teachers have already left because of me." He stopped pretending. What tuning? After practicing for a few months, he couldn't even play the simplest violin tune.
Hearing this, Remy finally calmed down and sat down again. In internet terms, Remy's mood was: We're already so familiar with each other. Why am I still pretending?
"I went to China for the opening of Wu's art gallery," Remy said.
"I know. You're the rising star of the art world. He's not French." Torama nodded.
"… Old friend, you don't have to repeat the fact that he's not French." Remy felt a little tired. He took a deep breath and continued, "Then I met another young man called Yuan. Together with Wu, they're the two heroes of China in the early 21st century. And it seems that Yuan's reputation in Asia is greater than Wu's. More importantly, Yuan is a chef."
"Huh?" Torama looked at Remy more seriously. He wasn't an artist and didn't like drawing, so he didn't know how good Wuhai's drawings were. But Torama knew that his friend had very high standards when it came to drawing. But Remy had said more than once that Wuhai's achievements would definitely surpass his.
Putting himself in Remy's shoes, Torama wouldn't say that his disciple would definitely surpass him in the future. At the same time, he also hadn't seen such a young man in Italy's cooking world. This meant that Wuhai's talent and talent had surpassed the entire younger generation in France. That was why Remy said that.
Such a genius in China was actually defeated by a young chef in Asia. Then, Tuoloma really wanted to see for himself.
"Is Yuan a chef who cooks Chinese food? Does he know how to cook Western food? " Torama thought Remy was only introducing him to such a talented chef. He thought that if this chef knew how to cook Western food, he must go and try it.
Torama's thoughts weren't because he looked down on Chinese food. It was just that he had never eaten authentic Chinese food since he was young. The key was his personality, and it wasn't easy for him to accept new things.
But Remy's next words were the key.
"He's a chef who cooks Chinese food. Not only that, he also knows how to cook Western food." Remy's next words were especially serious. "I ordered a Florentine T-bone steak, medium well. I think it tastes better than you and Bimisero."
As soon as he said that, the room fell silent. Theroma looked at Remy with a complicated expression, as if he wanted to know if Remy was drunk or if he had misheard.
That's right. Not only did Remy buy a ticket to China, but he also went to line up for The Kitchen God after the opening ceremony because of Wuhai's strong arrangements. Remy wanted to try Chinese food, but he heard from the waitress that there were all kinds of steaks in the restaurant.
Remy wanted to laugh when he heard that. There were too many different types of steaks, and no restaurant in the world dared to say that they had all kinds of steaks.
The playful Remy ordered the Florentine T-bone steak, and it was really there!
He ate it, and it was really there!
"My friend, I didn't hear it clearly, so can you repeat what you just said?" Torama wanted to make sure.
"It's unbelievable. I also said it before, but you might not believe me." Remy said, "It's not just you. I also find it unbelievable. Although you and Bimisero are always competing with each other, you are both my friends. The two of you can be said to be the authorities on steak in Western food."
"I didn't believe it at first either. I thought it was because the food I ate in China didn't suit my taste buds, so my taste buds weren't as sensitive. I deliberately postponed my trip and went to eat the next day." Remy said, "The result is still the same. The Florentine T-bone steak made by this Yuan tastes better than yours and Bimisero's."
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