Gauss, who was silent, shook his head and said, "I can't be more satisfied with today's lunch. What else can I say?"
"Then why are you silent?" Gyro Ma asked curiously.
"It's because I think there's still a problem with your process." Gauss looked at Gyro Ma seriously.
Gyro Ma couldn't help but frown. This old fox really doesn't know what's good for him. If he didn't organize this meeting and set up this process, it would be thanks to him that they could have such a comfortable steak at noon! Yes, Gyro Ma had automatically ignored Bayer and Maricello.
"I think this schedule is pretty good. It's properly arranged for the first time." "Last time when I cooked for the British royal family, I also had to cooperate with the royal family's time. But today, I feel that I'm more willing to cooperate with Yuan's time than the last time." "Gyro Ma and Maricello put in a lot of effort. Gauss, we can't ask for too much." "Gauss, we've been friends for so many years. I know how angry you are when you wake up. So I can understand why you still think there's a problem with the process."
Just as mentioned before, these western food grandmasters had been completely conquered by Yuan Zhou's culinary skills. Therefore, they all started to praise Doloma and Maricello's arrangement. When Gauss still had objections, they even spoke up to help him.
"I don't know what you're talking about." Gauss said to Doloma, "I think that two sessions isn't enough, so I think we can make it three sessions. I mean, during dinner, we can also ask for advice from Yuan. After dinner, we can come up with a summary of today's conversation."
As soon as he said that, everyone stared blankly at Gauss. Wasn't he supposed to be grumpy after waking up? What did he mean now?!
"Why are you looking at me like that? Am I wrong?" Gauss looked solemn.
Baal nodded, "I think what Mr. Gauss said is very reasonable. I also feel that there are still many things that haven't been properly communicated."
"Since it's called the Ambrosia Nine, I think we have to be thorough. We can't be like Tom slowly crossing the two ditches in front of the door. We have to fly over and communicate to the end!" Bauduan didn't control his tone when he spoke, and his stomach hurt a little. He couldn't help but rub his stomach.
As a matter of fact, it wasn't because the western food masters didn't have self-control. Firstly, it was because Yuan Zhou's food was indeed delicious. Secondly, as chefs, they were still thinking about the mysteries while eating. As they ate, they became like this.
"Since it's an exchange, we naturally have to reveal everything. We can't let Yuan suffer any losses. Mr. Theroma, this arrangement of yours is a little inappropriate." "Since we've organized this group of nine, we should be able to imagine that there isn't enough time. We should also make use of the time at night." "This is the first time we've made arrangements, so it's inevitable that we're not careful enough. Therefore, this conclusion is very necessary."
Tuoloma didn't know what to say at this moment. This group of fence-sitters didn't have a firm stand at all. This process was obviously Marisello's idea. What did it have to do with him?
There was also this Gauss. Tuoloma looked at Gauss. The two had been friends for decades, but Tuoloma felt that he had just met Gauss today. He really didn't expect Gauss, who had thick eyebrows and big eyes, to be such a person.
But then again, it was also very good to be able to eat one more meal. Tuoloma thought for a moment and then said, "When Yuan's opening hours are over, I'll discuss this with Yuan. But I think the most important thing for us now is to take a rest. We still have to cook our signature dish for Yuan later."
It made sense. Now that they were so bloated, it was not easy to move around later. Fortunately, the lunch time was two hours, and they were the first batch, so there was still a lot of rest time.
Baal and Bauduan got up and prepared to take a walk. As for the others, they also had their own things to do.
Gauss, who had thick eyebrows and a lot of wrinkles, left quietly. Before he left, he specially called Alex, who was also the local guide. The reason why he called Alex was so that he could take a taxi. He knew nothing about Chengdu's traffic. Moreover, they had to hurry, because after the lunch time was over, it would be their turn. The most important thing was to not be discovered.
They drove to a street about three kilometers away from Taoxi Road. This street was not prosperous, but it was definitely not desolate either. To be precise, it was ordinary. On both sides of the street, there were shops, mobile phone shops, restaurants, and convenience stores. The layout was very messy.
Gauss came to this unfamiliar place naturally to look for someone. With the help of Alex, he found Ogyust, who was looking after the shop.
The chefs' circle was big, so were the chefs' circles in Europe and America. However, the circle of top chefs in Europe and America was very small. In fact, it made sense. It was the same in any industry. There couldn't be too many top chefs.
Gauss and Ogyust not only knew each other, but he was also the vice president of the North American Chefs' Federation. Gauss' identity was quite complicated. First, he was of Portuguese descent, then he learned French cuisine, which was nothing compared to French cuisine. Then, he was the vice president of the North American Chefs' Federation. Finally, his wife was Spanish. So, listen to the last question: Which nationality does Gauss' son belong to?
"Why are you looking for me in such a hurry? Is there anything wrong with the association? " Ogyust asked. It was really difficult to find a shop. He had been wandering around Chengdu for more than half a month. Yes, definitely not just eating for half a month.
"It's not about the association." Gauss shook his head. "It's about Yuan."
At the mention of Yuan, Ogyust's expression changed instantly. It couldn't be helped. After all, Ogyust organized the "Yuan Seymour" in France to cultivate a French Yuan Zhou. Therefore, Ogyust's reaction was very normal.
"What is it? It's Yuan. Is he going to open a restaurant in France? "Ogyust blurted out.
Gauss was confused. What the hell was this? It didn't make sense.
Ogyust coughed twice. After all, it wasn't good to talk about his dream. He straightened his tone and said, "What is it?"
"There are many dishes in China that are difficult to translate in English or French. Head Chef Yuan can't do anything about it. Therefore, I'm thinking if we, the North American Chefs' Federation, can cooperate with Yuan to translate the dishes in Yuan's restaurant. Or, if necessary, we can create specific words to translate the dishes." Gauss spoke out his idea.
"It's a good idea, but it's very difficult to implement." Ogyust knew how many dishes there were in Yuan Zhou's restaurant. To translate all these dishes was more difficult than translating a famous book.
"I know it's very difficult. Therefore, this is a long-term thing. It's a long-term cooperation," Gauss said.
Long-term cooperation. Hearing the word, Ogyust immediately agreed to this matter. However, as the president and vice president of the North American Chefs' Federation, the two of them had different thoughts at this time …
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