Many chefs who went to bed early were woken up by Zhou Shijie's call. Then, he invited a group of people to come to The Kitchen God for Shandong cuisine in three days.
Yuan Zhou finished making the sobering meal and told Mao Ye to keep an eye on the restaurant. Then, he went back to the second floor.
He took a shower and took a deep breath.
"Time to receive the reward."
Yuan Zhou calmed down and decided to receive the Shandong cuisine.
Shandong cuisine was known as the first of the eight major cuisines … Well, it was hard to say, because the eight major cuisines all called themselves the first of the eight major cuisines.
What could be said was that Shandong cuisine had a long history and was the only indigenous cuisine. It occupied a large part of Chinese cuisine.
After receiving the reward, Yuan Zhou's memory was gradually enriched. During the Ming and Qing Dynasties, a large number of Shandong Cuisine chefs and their dishes were introduced to the imperial court, which brought Shandong Cuisine a graceful, luxurious, and righteous aura. Therefore, Shandong Cuisine always had a good reputation as the official cuisine.
After a long period of historical and cultural changes, Shandong cuisine evolved into the Jiaodong Sect, represented by the Fushan Gang, and the Jinan Sect, including the Dezhou and Tai 'an Sects. There was the elegant and luxurious Confucian Cuisine, the unique Boshan Cuisine, and all kinds of local cuisines and local snacks.
All kinds of Shandong cuisine turned into knowledge points and surged towards Yuan Zhou. His previous knowledge points were strengthened, and his knowledge blind spots were supplemented. He had a better understanding of Shandong cuisine. With all kinds of knowledge mixed together, and with the guidance of famous teachers, Yuan Zhou mastered them thoroughly. He felt that his Shandong cuisine skills were improving bit by bit, but he would only know the specifics when he tried it.
"Phew … I'm now a man who has mastered six cuisines, and half of the eight major cuisines." Yuan Zhou was excited. In the history of China, there shouldn't be a chef who was more versatile than him.
Yuan Zhou suddenly realized that the half of the eight major cuisines he had mastered corresponded to the four great honors of China's chefs.
"The horizontal board of Jiangsu Cuisine, the silver spoon of Shandong Cuisine, the wasted stove of Cantonese Cuisine, and the achievements of the old chef of Sichuan Cuisine. Should I also work hard?" Yuan Zhou pondered for a while and felt that he should indeed work hard.
By the time Yuan Zhou had digested everything in his mind, it was already time for the pub to close. He immediately went downstairs. After sending off Mao Ye, Yuan Zhou was finally free.
"I can give it a try. A Braised Sea Cucumber with Scallions is a must at this time." Yuan Zhou felt a little itchy. He had just received a lot of knowledge and wanted to give it a try.
Yuan Zhou had cooked Braised Sea Cucumber with Scallions before, but he always felt that something was wrong. This time, after receiving the Shandong Cuisine from the system, he had some ideas that needed to be verified.
As soon as he said he would do it, Yuan Zhou walked around the kitchen and found a small new cabinet in the corner. The words "Sea Cucumber" were written on it. He knew it was this one.
As soon as he opened the cabinet, he saw many plump sea cucumbers. The soaking was just right. It should be the most suitable one that the system thought was suitable.
Yuan Zhou took one out and cooked a Braised Sea Cucumber with Scallions according to his own ideas. Looking at the glossy color, he picked up the chopsticks and intended to have a taste.
"If it wasn't so late, I should have let Xiao Ya try this sea cucumber." Yuan Zhou was a little regretful.
He picked up a piece and put it into his mouth. A stream of fresh and fragrant taste rushed into his throat with a little sweet and spicy taste of scallions. The taste of the sea cucumber was perfectly preserved, but Yuan Zhou always felt that there was still room for improvement.
Yuan Zhou ate up the whole sea cucumber bit by bit, including the scallions. Only then did he stop and say, "System, you'd better provide me with some dry sea cucumbers. I want to soak it in the soaking water by myself."
Yuan Zhou decided to do it again from the beginning to find out where the problem was.
"Okay, host," the system displayed.
The system had always been very generous when it came to researching culinary skills.
Yuan Zhou took the dried sea cucumber that the system had just obtained with its black technology and started the initial steps of soaking the sea cucumber in the soaking water. The next three days were spent experimenting with Shandong Cuisine bit by bit. It was a rather busy and fulfilling time for Yuan Zhou.
Kaman, Kumi and Bauer came early the next morning. After lunch, they saw Yuan Zhou practicing sculpting again.
"Huh? Where's the goddess sculpture that Boss Yuan put here yesterday?" Kaman asked.
Bauer guessed, "Could it have been bought by someone?"
"Maybe. We all saw it yesterday. The artistic value is very high. He did it too quickly," Kumi nodded.
"Chopped it," Zhou Xi answered. Only he could understand the fast conversation between the three.
"What?" Kaman, Bauer and Kumi said in unison and then looked at Zhou Xi.
"This is Boss Yuan's habit. He throws it away after sculpting," Zhou Xi answered in detail.
Oh my God, look at what the three of them had heard.
Zhou Xi said in detail, "If it's not a perfect sculpture, Boss Yuan will throw it away like trash. Only when it's very good will he let Zhao Lun choose the curator and take it back for exhibition."
“？？？”
Kaman, Bauer, and Kumi looked at each other, and from each other's eyes, they could see the pain in their balls.
Isn't this perfect?
Throw it away like trash?! Kaman expressed that he would take as much of this trash as he could get!
The three foreigners felt melancholy. Of course, there was another person who was living a fulfilling life, Zhou Shijie.
His phone bill for the past three days was almost a month's. Of course, the small matter of Chairman Zhou walking with the wind was nothing compared to the phone bill.
In a short period of three days, almost the whole country knew that Yuan Zhou was going to serve Shandong Cuisine. Therefore, a storm arose in the circle of chefs in China without Yuan Zhou's knowledge. The specific manifestation of this was that many chefs instantly raised their requirements for their disciples by more than one level.
The news that Yuan Zhou was taking in an in-name disciple was a tacit secret. It was imperative to improve the strength of one's apprentice and fight for a spot.
This wind blew to Chu Xiao who was far away in France. One could imagine how hard Zhou Shijie was working.
"Shandong cuisine. It's never stopping." Chu Xiao sighed and immediately immersed himself in his research. He had to improve more before he could see the taillights.
Three days later, The Kitchen God would serve Shandong Cuisine on the menu. To put it bluntly, the menu was almost as thick as a book …
Today, Zhou Shijie was alone. Zhang Yan, Wang Huai, and the other chefs he had an appointment with didn't show up.
Because Wang Huai and the others could hear how proud Zhou Shijie was on the phone. They could imagine it, so they didn't want to see him in person.
That day, Zhou Shijie went to the association early in the morning. He even had lunch casually. Finally, he finished his work for the day at four o 'clock in the afternoon and rushed to The Kitchen God to line up for dinner.
Coincidentally, he bumped into his troublesome son — Zhou Xi.
That's right. As long as Zhou Xi had time, he would follow Wuhai. Whether it was eating or painting, as long as Wuhai appeared, Zhou Xi would definitely be found. Now, he was the perennial overlord of The Kitchen God.
Although Zhou Shijie had let Zhou Xi do whatever he wanted, he was still a little unhappy to see him suddenly. However, he was in a good mood today, so he didn't want to say much.
"Dad, you haven't been here for a long time. Why are you free today?" Zhou Xi had to greet his father when he saw him.
"Humph, your dad can't come for dinner. Go, go, don't block my way in the line. Looking at you spoils my appetite." Zhou Shijie waved his hand as if he was shooing away a fly, completely ignoring Zhou Xi.
“？” Zhou Xi felt that every time he had a question mark in his heart, it wasn't him who had a problem, but the other party's words.
Zhou Xi was really confused about why his father would come at such a busy time. However, seeing that his father didn't intend to talk to him, he didn't ask again.
He just thought, "What's different today?"
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