"Bring the doctor here." Angelo was a talented man. He wanted another bowl even if he hadn't had his fill. He quickly called Su Ruoyan over and tried his best to express his desire to have another serving in half-baked Chinese. However, language was not convenient for him.
Then, he turned his attention to the local guide and translator. Alex retreated to the door and waited so that he wouldn't get in the way of the customers enjoying their meal.
As a professional, Alex kept repeating in his mind, "I'm not hungry, I'm not hungry, I'm really not f * cking hungry."
That's right, Alex wasn't hungry at all. He had already stuffed his stomach before coming here, but when he saw the intoxicated expressions on the faces of the customers in the restaurant, as well as the plates of exquisite and beautiful food, he knew that it would definitely be delicious. His saliva automatically secreted, and his disappointing stomach began to protest.
"You're already a mature stomach. I've already fed you. You can't mess around," Alex warned his stomach.
"It's about time." Alex looked at the time as he swallowed his saliva.
His rich experience told him that foreign customers who came specifically for Yuan Zhou would always order a second batch.
Then, Alex raised his head and saw the awkward exchange between Angelo and Su Ruoyan.
"Mr. Angelo, The Kitchen God has a rule that a customer can only order one dish in a meal," Alex explained the rule to Angelo fluently.
"Why is there such a rule? This is typical … "Angelo swallowed back the words," Don't work hard when there's money ".
Angelo was silent for three seconds before he finally accepted the rule. He sighed in his heart, "Maybe this is a famous chef whose sculptures can be sold for tens of millions of euros!"
"Then help me order something similar," Angelo said after some thought.
He felt that this Wen Si Tofu was the best Chinese food he had ever tasted. Not only visually, but also in terms of taste.
People from different countries had their own tastes. As an Italian, Angelo really loved Wen Si Tofu.
"Sure, please wait a moment," Alex answered.
He turned around and told Su Ruoyan to order another tofu soup for Angelo. After Su Ruoyan ordered a portion of Wensi Tofu, Lucca and the rest began to indulge in the enjoyment of the steak.
When the steak was served, the aroma made him want to eat it. He didn't care what Angelo was going to do next and focused on eating the steak.
Although Wuhai's attention was focused on his food, as a Black Beast, he had to be observant and alert, so he found something delicious.
"Little Yanzi, give me a serving of Wen Si Tofu too," Wuhai said.
Normally, Wen Si tofu was a vegetarian dish, and it didn't have much meat. Under normal circumstances, Wuhai wouldn't be interested in it. However, the reaction of these foreigners made him feel that this dish should be very delicious, and it seemed to fit his taste very well. So, he decided to give it a try.
As the Chief Rice Bucket of The Kitchen God, this was his responsibility and obligation. Note: The Chief Rice Bucket who successfully defended the first Rice Bucket Challenge!
"Okay, Brother Wu," Su Ruoyan answered.
Dinner time slowly came to an end as Angelo and the rest ordered dishes one after another.
"Today's food is really great." Lucca had a satisfied smile on his face as he walked back to the hotel with his belly bulging.
"Yuan's cooking is really great. I haven't stuffed myself for a long time," Moli said, "I've said it long ago, Yuan should be a good chef. Why is he carving?"
"We can continue to eat tomorrow morning. There's no hurry to go back to China." Alma nodded. "Indeed, the Chinese culinary scene can't do without Yuan."
"Hmph, you're just a bunch of people eating without a reason. Who was the one who said that Yuan is a waste of talent to be a chef? You even said that Yuan should carve. "Angelo's words were firm.
He said, "I told you a long time ago that if Yuan's carving talent is A +, which is rare in the world, then his cooking talent is S +, which is rare in history. Do you understand now?!"
Faced with Angelo's righteous words, Lucca, Alma, and Moli could not help but sigh that they were too short-sighted.
If Yuan Zhou really changed his profession to become a carver, then would they not be able to eat the delicacies tonight? The taste of Wen Si's tofu and steak was still lingering in her mouth.
Thinking about it, it was really unscientific.
"Yeah, I can only say that God is too unfair, giving such great talent to a natural chef." Moli concluded the last sentence.
The four of them discussed the deliciousness of the food and the time of their next meal.
Alex was already used to it. This kind of situation had happened too many times, but he still felt that something was wrong. He looked at Angelo who had a righteous look on his face.
On Yuan Zhou's side, he was not affected by Angelo and the others staying and leaving. He continued to study his culinary skills and opened the restaurant on time. However, he had an additional task.
The warehouse in Pi County had passed the inspection. Yuan Zhou would go to the warehouse every one or two days to test his ideas. Therefore, there were a lot more cakes during this period. Yuan Zhou felt that he might need to increase the time to go to the gym. After all, he had a six-pack … Of course, he could not be compared to Wang Jike, who was a muscle monster.
On the other hand, Dashi Xiujie, who was stirring up a storm in the country, set foot on the land of Chengdu again with the Swimming Spirit Knife with great reluctance.
"Chengdu is still extraordinarily beautiful as usual." Dashi Xiujie had a natural good impression of Chengdu, which had nurtured a grandmaster like Yuan Zhou.
Of course, he was not the only one who thought this way. Many Japanese chefs, especially Dashi Xiujie's Quotes of the Great Master, had been widely spread. More and more Japanese chefs and even people had a natural good impression of Huaxia and Chengdu.
"I wonder if Senior Brother has learned anything new from Master recently. This time, I can ask Senior Brother for advice." Dashi Xiujie thought while sitting in the car.
As soon as he got off the plane, he went straight to Cheng Zhao Mei's restaurant. He had called to confirm that Chairman Cheng was in the restaurant at this time, so Dashi Xiujie went there.
Soon, Dashi Xiujie arrived at his destination.
"Senior Brother, long time no see. How are you? Is Master doing well?" Dashi Xiujie asked enthusiastically when he saw Engineer Cheng. His Chinese was very fluent.
Dashi Xiujie also respected Engineer Cheng, a direct disciple recognized by Yuan Zhou, very much. After all, he was an unorthodox disciple who had not become an official disciple yet.
"Master is doing very well. You have worked hard all the way," Engineer Cheng said.
"Not at all, Senior Brother. This is the Swimming Spirit Knife. Have a look." Dashi Xiujie handed the box in his hand to Engineer Cheng with both hands.
Engineer Cheng also took the box with both hands and opened it carefully. With a flash of silver light, the whole knife appeared in front of him. After a careful look, he found that even a trace of the lines could be matched with the one in his memory. He was very satisfied.
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