"You're crazy," Remy couldn't help but say.
Despite Ogyust's status as the chairman of the North American Chefs Federation, he didn't even know how to name his own restaurant's products.
What was a restaurant's name? He would occasionally cook one or two dishes. It was just a gimmick, but even so, Ogyust didn't have the time. Now he wanted to come to China to open a restaurant that didn't have a fixed time. This was crazy.
"So, have you found it?" Remy asked curiously.
"It's too difficult," Ogyust answered briefly and clearly.
Ogyust didn't know if he didn't ask. After asking, he found out that it wasn't a matter of money, but that people didn't want to sell it.
Of course, a Chinese businessman with the surname Wu had contacted him and said that he could provide a storefront, but Ogyust wanted to open a restaurant that didn't have a fixed time.
Ogyust asked, "Mr. Remy, are you here to look at the paintings again?"
Remy told Ogyust about the steak. After all, Ogyust and Troma knew each other and were quite familiar with each other.
"Oh." Ogyust didn't make any comments on this matter. He just muttered in a low voice, "If possible, I have to find three stores."
"Mr. Remy, let's have tea next time," Ogyust said goodbye.
Remy stopped thinking and thought about the paintings. Soon, he arrived at the place that he yearned for day and night.
Obviously, he had adapted to the time difference in China. He was looking at Wu Hai's paintings in high spirits in the gallery.
From time to time, his face would be full of admiration, frown, or satisfaction. He kept muttering, "It's really natural. Only by doing this can I be immersed in it."
Of course, this idiom was also learned from Wu Hai's paintings. After knowing the meaning, Remy often used it to describe paintings.
Because he felt it was very suitable.
When people were sleeping, especially when they were in deep sleep, time passed very quickly. Bayer had just woken up from his sweet dream when his alarm clock interrupted him. He opened his eyes in a daze.
"If it's not special, I really want to get angry." Bayer patted his head and got up to wash up and get dressed.
No matter what, Bayer wouldn't blame Yuan Zhou for not tasting good. He had such popularity and prestige in Asia. Not tasting good?
Even a fool wouldn't think so.
By the time everything was ready, it was three o 'clock. Bayer went out and knocked on his teacher's door. Very quickly, a reply came from inside. "Coming."
Clearly, Tuoloma had also woken up. It could be assumed that a great Master Chef was also very strict with the time. After all, some ingredients could not be cooked for even a second more or less.
After Bayer reminded Doma, he left and went to invite Marisello out of politeness.
Although Marisello was his teacher's sworn enemy, he still had to give him the respect he deserved. After all, Marisello was from the same generation as his teacher Troma.
After reminding the two, Bayer returned to a place not far from the Dharma Gate and began to wait.
At 3: 20, Troma changed into a light blue suit and walked out of the door. Coincidentally, Maricello was also wearing a light blue suit.
Since the two of them wore the same clothes, they naturally started bickering. Bayer could only shrink in the corner of the elevator and silently press the elevator button.
It was only when they went downstairs and saw Remy and the tour guide cum translator, Alex, that the two of them stopped.
"Gentlemen, we'll be heading to Mr. Yuan's restaurant on Taoxi Road now," Alex went straight to the point after greeting them warmly.
"No problem." Doma nodded. Beside him, Marisello also nodded. Bayer also nodded. Remy naturally had no objections either.
"Okay. Since Mr. Yuan's restaurant is around Taoxi Road, there is traffic control there all year round. Therefore, we can't drive there and can only walk there." Mr. Alex expressed his apologies before continuing, "But our hotel is only a ten-minute walk from Mr. Yuan's restaurant, so it's still very close."
The four of them nodded, indicating that they understood. Then, under Alex's lead, they walked to Taoxi Road.
Because the four of them had a clear goal in mind, they heard very little about Alex other than the Yuanzhou shop. Seeing that, Alex only introduced the Yuanzhou shop and Yuan Zhou himself.
Therefore, when the four of them got to their places in the queue and got the first batch of places to enter the restaurant, they already had a better understanding of Yuan Zhou's culinary skills.
They also had more thoughts and their gazes became more serious and solemn. After all, Yuan Zhou was the chef who obtained the highest satisfaction score in the history of individual cooking exhibitions. He was also the chairman of the Huaxia branch specially set up by the Famous Chefs Association for him.
"It's still worth looking forward to," Doma said inwardly.
"Let me see how your steak tastes." The foolish groundhog Marisello looked at the time and waited to enter the restaurant.
As a matter of fact, the highest score in the history of individual cooking exhibitions of Yuan Zhou had already been mentioned. It caused a greater sensation in Asia. Although there were many reports about it in Europe and America, not all chefs knew about it.
At least, Bayer and Marisello didn't know much about it.
"The highest satisfaction score in history and he even invited so many master chefs. It's indeed amazing, but I believe in my own judgment." Bayer became serious about Yuan Zhou in his heart, but he still had confidence in his teacher.
"I have to try something else today." Remy's thoughts were much simpler.
Alex didn't know what these people were thinking. He was just trying hard to resist the urge to burp. He had eaten too much in the afternoon.
Since he had to come to Yuanzhou shop and had to work during the inhumane dinner hours, he could only eat more.
Time passed quickly. Under Alex's guidance, Doma and the other three people successfully obtained a number with their passports.
About four minutes after the number was obtained, Su Ruoyan announced the start of dinner time at the entrance of Yuanzhou shop.
The first to enter the restaurant was naturally Wuhai. He slipped into the restaurant like a wisp of smoke and sat on his usual seat near the partition.
According to him, he could eat his meal faster here, and he could also smell the aroma of other dishes.
Although he couldn't smell anything, he could at least feel comforted in his heart.
Speaking of which, Remy went up to greet Wuhai when he saw him just now. At that time, Wuhai was leaning on the door of Yuanzhou shop and sniffing the aroma inside, trying to smell the aroma faster or the aroma of some new meat dish.
Well, although he hadn't eaten all of the dishes in the restaurant, he had basically eaten all of the spicy meat dishes. If there was a new dish, he would be able to eat more.
Wuhai's thoughts had always been this simple.
Although this wasn't the first time Remy had seen this strange posture, he still felt that it was a bit of an eyesore. But when he thought about the taste of Yuan Zhou's dishes, he could only pretend that he didn't see it.
After all, great painters all had their own quirks. Although it was indecent to lean on someone else's door, it didn't affect their taste.
Thus, Remy calmly greeted Wuhai, who was leaning on the door, and exchanged some simple insights on painting.
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