"Maricello, there's never a day of peace."
"Do you have to come all the way to China to hold an Ambrosia Western Cuisine Gathering? Is France too small?"
"Yeah, although France's territory isn't as vast as China's, it's more than enough to hold a gathering."
"He doesn't understand our old arms and legs. He even said that we'll have a good time in the future. I don't care what happens in the future after attending this gathering, because I don't think I'll live that long. Hahaha."
"We've been friends for more than 20 years. Maricello said so in the email, so I'll have to trouble you to come."
On an international flight from Paris to Chengdu, France, two old men in their seventies were chatting. The two men were about the same height and build, so they were distinguished by their hair. The one who was not so bald was called Barr, a famous French chef. He opened a total of three restaurants, two of which were rated as three-star restaurants, and one was a two-star restaurant. He was known as the eight-star chef Barr in the food and beverage industry.
The one who had almost all his hair was Bauduin. His main occupation was a rich second generation, and his secondary occupation was a chef. After inheriting his family's hotel at the age of 21, he became the head chef and opened a restaurant on the top floor of the hotel, which received a Michelin star rating. At the age of 35, he received the highest score in the history of the magazine 'Gault & Millau', 19.5 points. This magazine's full score was 20 points.
Gault & Millau, a gourmet magazine, was certainly not as influential as Michelin in the world, but in the hearts of chefs in France, Gault & Millau was definitely more influential than Michelin.
Barr and Bauduin were both famous European and American chefs. In contrast, they were both friends of the stupid marmot, and they were both invited by Maricello to attend the gathering.
"Hey, Barr, what are you going to eat in China? Have you thought about it?" Bauduin asked.
"There should be arrangements. Even if Maricello doesn't, there's still Doma." Barr didn't have many friends in China, so he was waiting to be arranged.
There was a reason why Troma called Maricello a stupid groundhog. Just like this time, Maricello invited three of his friends to a meeting of nine people, but he didn't explain the situation at all. It was as if Baal and Bauduin didn't know anything other than that they were here for a culinary exchange.
Baal and Bauduan took a nap on the plane. When the plane arrived, it was fortunate that Maricello had arranged for someone to pick them up. The two of them could meet the evaluation of a Master Chef no matter what angle they looked at it from, even if it was the system's judgment.
They met at the hotel in the afternoon and then had a casual meal in the western restaurant in the hotel.
There were five people at the dinner: Bayer, Bayer, Bayer, and Bauduin..
As for Remy, he naturally wanted to go to the art gallery to appreciate the art. It was not a lie. He did go to the art gallery early in the morning, but at noon, he secretly came to Taoxi Road to line up. The reason why he came to line up secretly was that the success rate was higher with fewer people. This was the rule that the foreign driver, Remy, had concluded.
As for Remy, he naturally wanted to go to the art gallery. He didn't lie. He did go to the gallery early in the morning, but at noon, he secretly came to Taoxi Road to line up. The reason he came to line up secretly was that the success rate was higher with fewer people. This was the rule that the foreign driver, Remy, concluded.
"Hahaha, how is it? How does it feel to come to China for the first time?" Maricello was happy to see his old friend.
"It's a foreign feeling." Barr's voice was a little weak. After all, he was an old man. It would be strange if he was in good condition after such a long flight.
"I came to China more than ten years ago, so it's not my first time," Bauduin said. "When will the exchange be held?"
Maricello waved his hand to signal Bauduin to calm down. He said, "Sleep in the hotel for a while after eating. There's a six-hour time difference between China and China. We still have to adjust to the time difference. We'll talk about the exchange at night."
"Who did you invite for the exchange?" Barr still wanted to know. After all, the two of them had spent more than ten hours traveling to such a faraway foreign country for an exchange.
Old Marisello really couldn't answer because he didn't know what kind of chefs Treoma had invited. Fortunately, Treoma spoke at this time.
Bayer fiddled with his phone for a while and said, "This is the preliminary list. There shouldn't be any changes. Mr. Barr and Mr. Bauduin can take a look."
The reason why Bayer had the list was simple. It was because he asked Bayer who Bayer had invited. Barr and Bauduin didn't look at their phones immediately. Instead, they wiped their mouths with dinner napkins and took out their phones.
"Oh? Eddy and Jacques will be here. Maricello said that we would regret not coming. Now that there are so many excellent chefs, we will indeed regret not coming. "
“yuan？ Is it a Chinese chef or a French chef? I'm curious. Mr. Bayer isn't with Mr. Bayer this time. I mean, although Mr. Bayer is a little young, we can still talk together. "
"You're the only ones who can gather these old fellows together, and in another country at that."
Barr and Bayer looked at the list and expressed some doubts.
"Bayer?" Bayer also finished eating. He put down his knife and fork and replied, "Bayer doesn't need to participate in the Meeting of Nine."
"Oh." Barr nodded. After all, Bayer was someone else's disciple. It was fine to just ask.
Bayer, who was at the side, was about to cry. He roared in his heart, "I want to participate, I want to participate!"
However, the roars in his heart couldn't be heard by others. As for Bayer's expression, well … no one cared. After eating, the five of them returned to their own rooms.
This afternoon, I must go to Yuan's shop and eat a steak to relieve the fatigue in my heart. However, I can't let Teacher know. This was what Bayer thought when he returned to his room.
Why couldn't he let Teacher know? It was because Bayer and Maricello had discussed how to make up for their rudeness. They felt that for the surprise, they shouldn't go to The Kitchen God before everyone arrived to avoid being seen through.
Actually, Bayer was really wronged. He didn't get anything good, but he still had to follow the rules. After suffering a setback today, he planned to sneak over.
Speaking of which, although Bayer was already over 40 years old, he had been accepted as Tuoloma's disciple when he was in his twenties. Therefore, the respect and fear he had for his teacher was innate.
On the other side, Tuoloma, who was respected so much by Bayer, was sorting out the procedures for the Meeting of Nine. His desk was a mess with draft papers scattered all over. Halfway through, he felt a headache.
"Perhaps I will meet God in less than two years. My body's ability to adjust is getting weaker and weaker. I have been in China for so many days, but I still haven't adjusted to the time difference." Tuoloma felt a headache.
"Last time, because I was in a hurry, I didn't have time to carefully taste Yuan's steak. As a chef, it's wrong to not be able to quietly taste good food. I don't want to think of heaven, and God will say that I wasted good food." Tuoloma decided to go to Yuanzhou shop to eat steak tonight. There shouldn't be a problem if he sat near the door.
I feel that God shouldn't be able to hear people's prayers. If he could hear them, he would already be annoyed to death. Just like what happened just now, if you want to go eat, then go eat. Why did you drag me into this?
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