"Happy New Year in advance. Please take care of your wallet and important belongings."
"Be careful, sister."
After breakfast, around 9: 30 am, several young men dressed in blue and white vests appeared at the intersection of Taoxi Road, reminding the customers from time to time.
On the vests were written: [Chengdu Tourism Safety Volunteers and New Year's Safety Volunteers]
"Hey handsome, what are you doing?" Manman went over to ask curiously.
Then, she found out that these young men were students from a technical school. As the technical school had an early holiday, she reported it to the Chengdu Tourism Development Committee and organized a safety volunteer activity. In other words, it was to remind tourists and citizens to be careful of their belongings in the crowded areas of Chengdu.
"We are at the East Railway Station, West Railway Station, South Railway Station, Chengdu Bus Station, and the airport." The young man said, "Basically, they are all transportation hubs. There are only two streets, Chunxi Road and Taoxi Road."
Speaking of this, the young man couldn't help but comment, "I remember that Chunxi Road is one of the four biggest commercial streets in China. It is as famous as Wangfujing in Beijing and Causeway Bay in Hong Kong. So it's normal to have Chunxi Road there. But Boss Yuan is really good at Taoxi Road."
Man Man nodded with deep feelings. Taoxi Road was not as big as Chunxi Road, but the housing prices were much higher than Chunxi Road. Anyway, she wanted to open a shop and a branch, but she didn't have the chance yet.
She found Yuan Zhou. Manman was here to ask about the cake house. As mentioned earlier, the ingredients were all prepared.
Yuan Zhou first made a cake sofa. The effect was gratifying. It was like a refrigerator warehouse that could be kept in good condition.
As the warehouse was located in Pi County, it would take quite some time to get there. Therefore, Yuan Zhou planned to free up some time in the afternoon after the New Year.
After getting the news, Manman left quickly. Yuan Zhou had originally thought that the second red diamond in the world would be a big deal in terms of price and it would definitely take some time. Unexpectedly, after dinner, less than 24 hours after yesterday's call …
Yuan Zhou saw Alma.
That was way too fast.
"I didn't fail to live up to Head Chef Yuan's trust. It has been settled. Mr. Du Er Modi will come to Chengdu the day after tomorrow."
"The transaction time is set at 4: 00 pm. As for the culinary exchange, it will be held the next day. Is there any problem with that, Head Chef Yuan?" Alma asked.
"The time is very suitable. Thank you, Mr. Alma." Hearing that it was settled, Yuan Zhou was also relieved.
"Mr. Dul Modi asked for your contact number previously, but I didn't inform you beforehand. I'm really sorry for giving it to you," Alma suddenly said.
Before Alma and Dewell's negotiation ended, Mr. Dewell wanted to get Yuan Zhou's phone number in advance. Alma felt they were trading partners anyway, so he directly gave it to Yuan Zhou. Now, he was reporting it to Yuan Zhou.
In fact, it was a basic operation in most cases, leaving the contact information of both parties to the other party. What Alma was doing now was just respecting Yuan Zhou's behavior.
"Are you alright?" Yuan Zhou asked.
"That's to give Head Chef Yuan Du Modi's contact information." Alma said, "As for the culinary exchange, I need you two to discuss it. Leave the rest to our auction house. We will do our best to make it perfect."
"Thank you."
Yuan Zhou saved Dewell Modi's contact information that Alma had sent to him.
"Little Mao, I'll leave the rest to you. Call me upstairs if you need anything," Yuan Zhou handed the sobering meal to Mao Ye and planned to return to the second floor.
"Don't worry, boss," Mao Ye replied.
Mao Ye's temperament was much more cheerful than when he first arrived. This was also due to the good customers.
Seeing that, Yuan Zhou nodded and headed to the second floor. He wasn't going to read any ancient books today. The day after tomorrow was the exchange with Dewell Modi.
He definitely couldn't do it half-heartedly. Therefore, he planned to spend the rest of his time studying Indian cuisine.
India was a country with many nationalities, but Indian cuisine was only divided into north and south. In our understanding, everything had curry in it. This was Northern Indian cuisine.
In fact, curry was the biggest specialty and ingredient of Northern Indian cuisine, while coconut was the biggest specialty of Southern Indian cuisine.
Yuan Zhou only knew a little about it.
"The sun shines in the sky, the birds smile at me, the birds say good morning, good morning …"
Not long after, Yuan Zhou's phone rang. It was a familiar ringtone. The caller ID was from Dewell Modi.
"Hello, Head Chef Yuan. I'm Dewell. It's a pleasure to talk to you," the moment Yuan Zhou picked up the call, he heard Dewell Modi speaking in English with a strange accent.
Not only was the accent strange, but even the way he used words made Yuan Zhou feel strange.
"Hello, Head Chef Dewell. It's a pleasure to receive your call. Thank you for agreeing to trade with Fancy Red Diamond," Yuan Zhou's English was also not bad. He had learned it from Xiao Ya.
"That's not important. What's important is that I'm looking forward to the exchange with Head Chef Yuan," Dewell Modi's voice was full of vigor. As he spoke, his tone became more coherent.
"I'm also looking forward to the exchange with Head Chef Dewell. I've heard a lot about your Spinach Milk Tofu and Curry Assorted Fresh Vegetables," Yuan Zhou had heard of Dewell before. He knew that Dewell was a ruthless person.
"Hahaha, Head Chef Yuan, you are flattering me. You are known as the magician of the East. I think you must be very good. My son, Allan Modi, likes your cooking very much. Let's exchange more. See you then," Dewell said.
"Alright, see you then," Yuan Zhou said.
Dewell was probably an impatient person. He hung up the phone after a few words.
"Allan Modi, this name sounds familiar," Yuan Zhou said. He pondered for a while after hanging up the phone.
Suddenly, he recalled the Asian chefs with the highest popularity during the Young Chef Competition. One of them seemed to be called Allan Modi. They were probably the same person. After all, they were both Indians.
"This should be the reason why Head Chef Dewell wants to exchange ideas with me. He must have heard my name from Allan," guessed Yuan Zhou.
No matter what the reason was, it wouldn't hinder Yuan Zhou from making preparations. Therefore, he searched for some information on his phone. Yuan Zhou quickly got into the zone and started studying seriously.
Apart from the sounds of the customers drinking and chatting, the Kitchen God was relatively quiet. However, it wasn't so quiet on the other side.
On the outskirts of New Delhi, India.
This was the economic and cultural center of India. Although it wasn't as big as Mumbai, it was still the second largest city. As the capital of the country, New Delhi's environment was quite good.
It was seven o 'clock at night. In a huge villa in the outskirts, a series of complacent laughter could be heard.
"Little tortoise, you didn't want to learn cooking from me. Instead, you went to learn from a foreigner. In the end, you didn't even get chosen." A red-faced old man said with a slightly angry tone. Little tortoise was a scolding term in India. This was similar to Chinese scolding, where it was a father scolding his son.
However, the problem was, if the son was a tortoise, then what was the father?
The old man wanted to exchange ideas with Yuan Zhou. He was the former Indian famous chef, Dewell Modi.
"Father, you can't do it. Head Chef Yuan is the world famous chef. You don't know about his deeds. He is my idol!" Allan Modi said seriously.
Upon hearing that, Dewell shouted angrily, "When the time comes, you will go with me. I want to defeat your idol in front of you," said Dewell Modi.
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