The check-in process was extremely smooth. Alex acted as the translator, and the other four didn't dawdle. They quickly checked in and let Alex rest.
Alex only breathed a sigh of relief when he left the hotel and disappeared from the sight of Doma and the others.
There was a five-star hotel near Taoxi Road, and Remy had found him 24 hours in advance. There were four suites, and even Alex himself didn't know how he had managed to book these four suites.
"To be honest, I really admire myself," Alex muttered to himself.
Of course, Alex didn't tell Remy and the others about the difficulty of booking this hotel. It wasn't because he was noble, but because he was too familiar with the routine.
If he went to The Kitchen God once, he would definitely go there again if the conditions allowed. The second time, he would definitely think that he was a "veteran" and would only book the rooms themselves. Then, they would realize how much he had done.
Sincere service. Words could only fool customers for a while, but once the customers realized that your service was sincere, they would remember it for a lifetime.
Alex didn't know this at first. It was a kid on Taoxi Road who told him. Alex felt that it made sense, so he took action.
In the hotel.
"Let's go rest first. Pay attention to the time," Doma said to Bayer.
"See you in the lobby at 3: 30." Marisello waved his hand and left.
When he left, he carried his suitcase and thought to himself, I don't know if I was too impulsive this time, or if I trusted Remy too easily.
Doma nodded at Marisello's departure, but Remy told him to rest well. Then, he turned around and said, "Then I'll go directly to Wu's art gallery. See you at 3: 30."
"You're really not afraid of tiredness," Doma said.
"Of course, I'm doing this for art." Remy smiled energetically. "Besides, Wu's paintings are worth it no matter how tiring I am."
"Remember to be punctual." Doma didn't say much. He was just worried that he wasn't interested in paintings.
"Don't worry, Yuan's steak is worth a trip. Besides, this is my fourth time going to Yuan's restaurant. I know the rules," Remy said as he walked out of the hotel lobby.
"Teacher, let's go," Bayer reminded him.
"Mm." Tuoloma nodded and walked towards the elevator.
This place was close to Taoxi Road, so the lobby of the hotel was very lively. However, Tuoloma and Bayer were very quiet. From their expressions, it could be seen that they were quite serious.
He quietly walked into the elevator and waited for his floor to arrive. When he got off the elevator and walked to his room, he suddenly said, "Do you think what Remy said is true?"
Actually, when he asked this question, it was not that he did not trust his old friend. Rather, the more he thought about it, the more he found it hard to accept. This degree of difficulty was equivalent to God descending, not in the Vatican, but in Africa.
"Teacher, I also believe in Mister Jeremiah. After all, Mister Jeremiah is an amazing artist. There are very few artists in the world who can rival him." Bayer thought for a bit and said seriously.
"Painter? Yes, he's an amazing artist. "Doma Ma reacted instantly, and a smile appeared on his serious face.
"Ding!" Tuoloma took out his room card, swiped the door open, and walked into the room. Before closing the door, he said, "Whether it's true or not, we'll know tonight. There's no rush."
After saying this, Doma Ma closed the door.
Bayer, who was standing at the door, muttered in a low voice, "Even if Yuan is better than Chu, how much better can he be? After I learn from teacher for a few more years, defeating Chu and Yuan won't be a problem. "
Bayer's words were really not convincing at all. He said it as if he was the only one who could improve, and Chu Xiao and Yuan Zhou couldn't. Moreover, Chu and Yuan were much younger than Bayer.
"Teacher is just too serious about cooking," Bayer muttered as he walked into his room.
Bayer's thinking was very simple. He felt that Remy couldn't distinguish the difference between his teacher's steak and the steak made by other people. His reason was also very good. Remy wasn't a professional food critic, and the thing he most often held in his hands wasn't a knife and fork, but a paintbrush.
Compared to Doma Ma's slightly conflicted heart, Marisello was much more carefree. During the flight, he had a little bit of self-doubt at the beginning, but now he was calm. His mental journey was very smooth.
Right now, he was waiting to laugh at his old friend Remy for eating so many steaks for nothing over the years.
Of course, this marmot also had some thoughts. If Remy said that the steak was delicious, even if it wasn't as good as his, the taste should still be unique. Moreover, Bayer had also introduced him. It seemed that Chu, who had recently become very famous, also regarded him as a lifelong enemy. Therefore, the marmot's idea was to see if he really had talent. If he did, it wasn't impossible to accept him as a disciple.
"It depends on his performance."
Marisello muttered. After returning to his room, he washed up and went straight to sleep. He still needed to get used to the jet lag.
No wonder Doma called him a marmot. He didn't pay attention to details at all. On the other hand, he was much more refined. Not only did he wash up, but he also made himself a glass of red wine before going to bed to rest.
As for Bayer, it was even simpler. He directly returned to his room and dealt with the backlog of matters in the restaurant on the plane. After that, he began to rest. Of course, he also had to set an alarm before going to bed.
Going out with his teacher, he had to worry about his teacher's food and clothing, so he naturally had to get up earlier.
His line of sight shifted to Remy who had gone straight to Wu Hai's Painting God Hut after he left the hotel. He met an acquaintance. To be precise, he met a good friend of his friend Troma. Rounding it up, he was also his friend.
"Mr. Ogyust, you also came to see Wu's paintings?" Remy asked curiously.
That's right. Remy met Ogyust, the winner of MOF and the president of the North American Chefs Federation.
Ogyust looked over and was also a little surprised. He said, "Paintings? I'm not very interested in appreciating paintings. I didn't expect to meet Mr. Remy in Huaxia. I heard that you came to the opening of the art gallery. Did you not leave? "
"How is that possible? I really want to keep looking, but there are still many things to do in Huaxia." Remy sighed and then asked curiously, "Mr. Ogyust, are you also coming to Yuan Restaurant?"
"Of course I want to eat in Yuan Restaurant when I'm in Huaxia." Ogyust nodded naturally and had nothing to hide. He said directly, "I want to find a shop near Taoxi Road and open a restaurant that doesn't have a fixed time."
Restaurants that didn't have a fixed time were popular in Italy. To put it simply, the head chef would only open the restaurant when there was time and would not open the restaurant when there was no time.
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