After dinner time, Yuan Zhou started to check the mission. He seemed to have heard the mission reminder when he was cooking.
Master 2 of the masters, the progress of the mission had increased to 15. He had already completed half of the 30 quotas.
"I haven't even started and I've already completed half of it. What is the luck of the protagonist? This is the luck of the protagonist. I can complete the mission without moving at home," Yuan Zhou said with a proud tone.
Yuan Zhou looked at his mission board. It was enough to prove that the steak today was very successful. Bayer, Troma, and Marisello were all conquered.
Yuan Zhou didn't know from the beginning that Remy and the others had come especially for him. More precisely, the three stupid marmots actually came with the intention of finding trouble with him.
In Yuan Zhou's eyes, they were just like ordinary customers who would leave after eating the steak.
"Let me think. So far, the foreign masters I admire are mainly from Japan, Thailand, and other Asian countries."
"In other words …"
"Wait, I don't need to think about how to complete the mission. With my great luck, foreign masters will also come to me on their own," Yuan Zhou murmured in his heart.
If the system could bear it, it wouldn't say anything at this moment. However, the system really couldn't bear it anymore!
"Host, please try your best to complete the mission. Don't have unrealistic fantasies and don't be lazy." This sentence was highlighted in bold and very conspicuous.
Yuan Zhou took out the evidence and said, "What do you mean by unrealistic? Isn't the arrival of the two western masters Marisello and Troma enough to prove my words?!"
The system displayed, "As long as you take a deep breath …"
Yuan Zhou said, "If you are capable, then make a bet."
The system displayed, "What bet?"
"If no three foreign masters come to me for dinner in the next month, I lose," Yuan Zhou thought for a while and said, "Of course, I won't take the initiative to publicize it."
The system displayed, "What's the bet?"
"If I win, you can only call me Lord Host from now on," Yuan Zhou said straightforwardly, "If I lose, I can only call you Big Boss System from now on."
The stakes were a little high. The system fell silent. One had to know that because of the Great Dragon Mountain's coriander, it had called the host 'Lord Host'. That was a complete humiliation.
"So, even the system can be afraid." Yuan Zhou's words were almost overflowing with sarcasm.
The system's judgment of cooking skills had always been one level higher than in reality. To put it simply, those who were called masters in reality might not necessarily be called masters in the system. For example, Wang Mingjie from before.
The average age of a master chef was definitely not lower than 45 years old, and there was no reason for him to run around. During this period of silence, the System used its big data to investigate. Recently, there were no large-scale culinary gatherings or exchanges in Asia.
Based on Yuan Zhou's reputation, it was possible for one master chef to visit him within a month, but it would be difficult for him to get three.
The system calculated the probability. The probability of Yuan Zhou winning this bet was only 0.07%, which was seven out of ten thousand.
It couldn't possibly lose! It had no reason to lose.
Yuan Zhou asked, "Do you want to bet?"
The system displayed, "The system agrees to this bet."
It was done.
Grandpa Mao had once said that fighting against the heavens, fighting against the earth, and fighting against people was endless joy. Now, Yuan Zhou added another sentence, fighting against the system was also endless joy!
Actually, Yuan Zhou didn't have a certain chance of winning. But if he won, he would make a lot of money. If he lost, he would just have to call the system a big shot.
Moreover, was it really a good thing to admit defeat to the system?
While Yuan Zhou and the system finished their discussion, Theroma and Maricello were also having a heated argument on the other side.
"You stupid groundhog. Why is it so difficult to communicate with you?!" Theroma questioned.
Maricello was also very angry. "If you call me groundhog again, I will turn against you."
"Turn against you? You mean you want to fight with me with your skinny arms and legs? "Theroma looked Maricello up and down with a scrutinizing gaze.
The total age of the two was almost 150 years old, but their quarrel was still very big.
If Remy was here at this moment, he would be able to act as a lubricant to ease the irritable atmosphere. But Remy had gone to the hut of the Painting God. Now, only Bayer was in the room.
As for Bayer … he was weak, pitiful, and helpless. He could only shiver in the corner.
The main reason for the quarrel was that Theroma and Maricello had always thought that Yuan Zhou's steak could get 100 points under the 100-point system.
Then, Maricello thought that his steak was 98 points while Theroma's was 96 points. And Theroma's evaluation was even more impolite. He himself got 98 points while Maricello only got 90 points.
Therefore, they had been quarreling for half an hour. Bayer also felt like he was sitting on pins and needles for half an hour.
It wasn't that he didn't want to speak, but if he helped his teacher, his teacher would reprimand him instead. Helping Maricello … Bayer wasn't stupid.
"Doubting a master, moreover a master with such excellent culinary skills, is a very unreasonable thing to do." Doma Ma brought up another topic.
Maricello nodded. If others doubted him like this, he would also feel that it was rude.
"After we pay a visit in a few days, I think we can bring some gifts for Yuan," Maricello said.
A groundhog would always be a groundhog. Their brains would never be enough. Theroma sighed in his heart and then asked, "Then what gifts do you think we should bring?"
This question stunned Maricello. If there was anything that Yuan Zhou lacked, it would be that it was very difficult to find him. No gifts would be suitable.
"Then what do you think we should do?" Maricello glanced at his arch-enemy.
Theroma also had no choice, and the atmosphere of the discussion fell silent.
At this moment, Bayer weakly said, "Teacher, and Mr. Maricello, I have an idea."
"What idea?" Theroma said. "If you have an idea, why aren't you saying it? Why are you just standing there?"
Maricello said, "Hurry up and say it. You are just like your teacher, both of you like to hide things in your heart."
"Uh, it's like this," Bayer said. "Just now, after leaving Mr. Yuan's restaurant, I searched for Mr. Yuan's deeds on the internet. I discovered one of Mr. Yuan's strong points. This might also be the reason why Mr. Yuan's culinary skills are so high despite being so young."
Theroma and Maricello nodded and waited for Bayer to continue.
Bayer didn't dare to keep them in suspense and hurriedly said, "Exchange. Mr. Yuan really likes to exchange ideas with other chefs. From the information I gathered on the internet, Mr. Yuan has organized many different kinds of culinary exchange events."
No art could remain stagnant. Strictly speaking, Theroma and Maricello would also exchange ideas with Western chefs of the same level, but it couldn't be said that they liked to exchange ideas.
"Alright, I understand." Doma Ma seemed to have an idea.
Maricello asked, "What do you understand?"
"Since Yuan likes to exchange ideas, then to make up for our lack of manners, let's hold a small scale exchange event for Yuan," Theroma said.
"That's a good idea." Maricello said, "I haven't seen some of my old friends in a long time. It's not a bad idea to take this opportunity to invite them to China."
"Okay, we will invite three people each." Theroma said, "Including the two of us and Yuan, I think a nine-person exchange event would be very good."
Maricello nodded and replied, "No problem."
Just like that, the matter was settled.
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