"Let me introduce them to you. This is Molman, this is Morgan and this is Hill. They are all my friends and also the chefs of Western Cuisine. We all want to experience Yuan's culinary skills." Fearing that he would make a mistake, Ogyust introduced them one by one.
"Hello, chefs. Nice to meet you." Yuan Zhou greeted them politely.
Although Ogyust's introduction was vague, Yuan Zhou had a rough idea of who Hill, Morgan, and Molman were.
The three chefs were also very curious about Yuan Zhou. Even though they had seen him in videos, they were still amazed to see him in real life. He was so young.
Although they didn't really understand each other's language, with Alex around and Yuan Zhou's decent English, the two groups conversed harmoniously.
Time passed quickly. Soon, it was time for Yuan Zhou to prepare the ingredients for dinner.
"It's a pleasure to meet you chefs today. I hope we can have more discussions in the future. Now I have something to do. Excuse me," Yuan Zhou stood up and said politely.
Yuan Zhou had just exchanged views on desserts with the masters of Western cuisine and learned a lot. He was very satisfied.
"Time flies. We always forget the time when we exchange views. Yuan, you go ahead with your work. We will go out to line up for dinner later. I know the rules," Ogyust said first.
"That's right. We can do it ourselves." Manfred also waved his hand to show his understanding.
After the two of them spoke, the remaining three head chefs had also heard about it. They were more abiding by the rules, because their own restaurants also had some strange rules.
For example, the famous Norwegian chef Hill's restaurant didn't serve men on Wednesdays.
There was no special reason. Hill was accused of sexism … Bewitching behavior was rewarded.
Back to business, Yuan Zhou went to the second floor to wash up and change his clothes, intending to prepare the ingredients.
The dinner time became more lively because of Manfred and the other chefs. It was mainly because Hill was Wuhai's fan, a die-hard fan. Even a chef in his 50s or 60s would go crazy when he met his idol. Therefore, the dinner was particularly noisy.
Ogyust and the other chefs were actually here to eat Yuan Zhou's dishes. Everything else was incidental. Therefore, they worked very hard to order the dishes.
Although it was the first time for the other three chefs, with Alex's help, they were able to find the dishes they wanted on the menu.
There was no doubt that he would be conquered.
Although they could see a corner of Yuan Zhou's cooking through the discussion in the afternoon, they only understood why August would argue with Ju Man Lee when they actually tasted the food.
Hill, Moreman, and Morgan all ordered different dishes.
Morgan loved to eat steak, and his idol was Troma. There were two factions in the West that loved to eat steak. One was the Ma faction, and the other was the Buddha faction. It was obvious that Morgan belonged to the latter. After all, he was friends with Buddha.
Hill liked sweets. It was obvious from his "slightly chubby" body. Hill was an amateur soccer player. He had played sports intensely when he was young. Even so, he was still "slightly chubby".
As for Molman, he didn't have any special preferences. To him, everything was fine.
Therefore, the three of them ordered three different dishes: matcha pudding, Italian sirloin steak, and Swedish meatballs.
Sirloin steak was actually a transliteration of sirloin. To put it simply, it didn't refer to the cooking method, but to the position of the beef. Sirloin was the outside of the rib cage. The meat was harder and chewier. It was a favorite of young people who liked to eat tender food.
"The three of us ordered three different dishes. Haha, aren't we in a bit of a pickle?" Hill said.
Morgan pondered for a moment and said, "August told us that everyone is good at it. It shouldn't be a problem."
"You'll know after you eat it," Molman said.
August and Manfred didn't participate in the conversation. As veterans who had been to the restaurant several times, the two of them already knew what they wanted to eat.
Yuan Zhou was as fast as ever. The dishes were soon served. First was the matcha pudding, then the steak, and finally the meatballs.
At first, the three of them stared at the other dishes, mainly because they were all very exquisite.
The matcha pudding was different from the usual ones. It was emerald-like in color and looked a bit transparent. It was different from the traditional cups. The whole thing was placed on a small white plate, and it looked very beautiful.
As for the steak, it was even simpler. It was placed on a flat plate, giving off a tempting aroma and a glossy color. It seemed to be well-cooked, but no one knew what was inside. The side dishes were also exquisite and gorgeous.
The Swedish meatball should be the most beautiful of the three dishes. After all, Li Li had been amazed by it before.
Before taking the first bite, the three of them wanted to talk about how they felt after eating, but once they took a bite, there was no more. They couldn't even lower their heads to eat.
After they finished eating, they looked at each other. The three of them saw a familiar look in each other's eyes.
"Is it good? Hill, "Molman asked.
Hill blurted out, "This matcha pudding is the best pudding I've ever had. It's a combination of milk, tea powder, and eggs. God can only cook like this. It's so delicious. It's a pity that there's no Christmas pudding. Otherwise, it would be even more perfect."
The matcha pudding was obtained from the gift bag of street food. One had to admit that the street food had provided a lot of delicious dishes.
"My steak is a classic. The tenderness, the knife skills, and even the side dishes are all perfect. I don't think even Doloma can do that." Obviously, Morgan didn't know that Doloma and Maricello had given the title of the best steak to Yuan Zhou.
"What about you, Molman?" Morgan and Hill looked at Molman.
"From today onward, the Swedish Meatball will be my favorite dish. I had originally thought that this dish was already top-notch, but I didn't expect that Head Chef Yuan's dish is truly top-notch," Molman praised unceasingly.
No amount of praise could stop them from tasting the delicacies. In the end, they only left after they couldn't eat anymore.
Although they were old, the five chefs felt they weren't any worse than young people, except that their stomachs were a little smaller.
Yuan Zhou didn't know that the five chefs were so dramatic. After dinner time, Yuan Zhou went to the second floor to read a book after he arranged everything in the pub.
Yin Ya had to work overtime today. It was rare that she couldn't come for dinner. Previously, he had delivered supper to her, but Yin Ya had chased him back to rest.
"I haven't finished reading the Dessert Guide from yesterday. Why don't I finish it now?" Yuan Zhou felt that today was the day to discuss the future of Wen Si. If he read it again, he might get some inspiration.
While taking the book, Yuan Zhou glanced at the calendar at the side. Suddenly, he paused and said, "System, today is the first day of the Chinese New Year. I forgot to light incense for you. As a qualified host, I will never forget you. It's just the right time to make up for it. Remember to give me a five-star rating."
Ever since the system issued the mission that required Yuan Zhou to go to three places to pray for blessings in one day, Yuan Zhou had seen through the system's desire for incense offerings.
Therefore, not long after he completed the mission, he specially made a memorial tablet and a huge incense burner for the system to satisfy its vanity.
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