Along the way, Dean had not stopped smiling. In Moliere's memory, he did not like to smile so much.
"Did you arrange a match with Chu Li?" Moliere thought it was a very pleasant thing to hear.
"Why do you say that?" Dean was still imagining the wonderful taste of the all-fish feast, and was a little confused by this sudden turn of events.
He had been in China for more than two years, and had eaten an all-fish feast twice, both on his birthday. Gabriel, this bastard, had enjoyed an all-fish feast all by himself, and never treated anyone else. It was like a Grandet reenactment.
To be honest, Dean was talking about a double-labeled dog. Dean's behavior during his own birthday party was no less than Dean's.
"You look so happy. I thought you could compete with Chu," Moliere said.
"No, I'm just happy to see you. We are friends who haven't seen each other for a long time. Of course I'm happy to see a friend." Dean said sincerely.
"Huh? Oh. "Moliere did not know when they became so close.
"By the way, have you thought about what to eat at The Kitchen God tonight?" Dean asked.
Moliere said generously, "Of course we'll have dinner together. Lead the way, I'm not familiar with you anyway."
"But I will definitely find a chance to fight Chu and defeat him," Moliere said confidently.
Dean looked at Moliere, as ignorant and fearless as he used to be.
The more he saw in The Kitchen God, the more he knew that there was a big gap between people.
To be honest, Dean now had a clear understanding that he might not be able to catch up with Chu Xiao for the rest of his life, but Chu Xiao was still his lifelong goal, just like Yuan Zhou was Chu Xiao's lifelong goal.
As for why he did not catch up with Yuan Zhou, Dean knew very well that it was against the laws of nature to want to learn how to run when he had not even learned how to walk.
Having witnessed Yuan Zhou's prowess, Dean didn't have any other ideas except to stay there and eat all day long.
"Okay, then I will arrange it later." Although Dean had a lot of thoughts in his mind, he still focused on the main point.
As for the rest, he would let nature take its course. No matter what he said, it was better to see it with his own eyes.
It didn't take long for them to get out of the airport. Dean had driven here, so he put his luggage in the car and drove in the direction of his home.
After sitting in the carriage for a while, Moliere could not sit still anymore. He decided to gather more information to see if it could increase the chances of him succeeding in his mission.
"Yuan has become quite famous in Europe recently. A lot of people have heard about him, especially the Bogus Cooking Competition. I heard that Yuan will be participating," Moriah said in a low voice.
"His culinary skills are quite good, and he is indeed going to participate in the competition. It was Ogyust who personally sent the invitation. I also heard that a group of people, led by Vice-Chairman Ju Man, is preparing to form an alliance against Yuan," Dean said.
"What? Alliance against them? "Moliere asked," Why would we form an alliance? "
"They know that they are no match for Head Chef Yuan in a one-on-one fight, so this Bogus Cooking Competition is going to be very interesting." Dean's tone changed. "You will know when you go there tonight. How about fish?"
After saying that, Dean thought to himself, Could it be that Moliere is going for Yuan?
Dean didn't think Moliere was that stupid. Even if he did not know how good Yuan Zhou was, he should know that he was at least on the same level as Chu Xiao.
Even if he wanted to be cannon fodder, this was not the way to do it. It was practically suicide.
"I don't want fish. You know I don't like fish," Moliere said with a look of disgust.
Seeing this, Dean was overjoyed. It would be best if he didn't eat fish. An all-fish banquet with ten dishes was exactly his appetite. It was great that Moliere didn't want to eat fish.
But he couldn't make it too obvious, so Dean said, "That's fine, Moliere. Just order whatever you want. Don't worry, it's my treat."
"Alright, but let me make one thing clear. From now on, just call me by my Chinese name, Feng Ma. That's even better. After all, this is China." Moliere thought it would be easier for him to adapt now.
"You actually came up with your own Chinese name? That's amazing. How did Feng Ma come up with it?" Dean asked.
"I just thought of it." Moliere definitely couldn't tell his real thoughts.
Then the two talked about the meaning of Chinese names along the way. When they arrived at Dean's house, Moliere ate something and went to bed.
Dean, on the other hand, personally went to The Kitchen God to make an all-fish banquet that night. It was a legitimate reason to welcome him, and Yuan Zhou agreed without hesitation. Dean was so happy that he almost turned into a 200-pound fatty.
"How good is their relationship? He's actually so happy." Yuan Zhou sighed with emotion when he saw Dean leave with a smile on his face.
He had quite an impression of this French chef, not only because of the previous beef baby incident, but also because this guy would come to his restaurant for meals every few days. As one of the regular customers, he was naturally familiar with him.
Yuan Zhou's attention didn't stay on Dean for too long. He continued to immerse himself in the study of the ancient book. He had made some progress and tried to cook a dish. However, he could only describe more than half of the dish, so it was a failure.
"Waxing and Waning is indeed difficult. It's not as good as perfection," Yuan Zhou murmured.
Suddenly, an idea flashed in his mind, "Perfection, Waning? Su Dongpo! Maybe I can give it a try. "
Yuan Zhou felt he had grasped the light. He immediately stood up and put the ancient book aside. Then, he went into the kitchen, intending to try out his new idea and record it in his notebook.
Half of the new notebook had been recorded. It was prepared by Yuan Zhou when he was studying this dish. Now that more than half of it had been recorded, it was obvious that he had practiced it more than once or twice.
It was extremely difficult to experiment with such an incomplete record. However, Yuan Zhou felt it was quite challenging. As long as he had nothing else to do, apart from practicing his knife skills, he would basically study other dishes.
This time, Yuan Zhou used nine kinds of eggs and fishes to cook this dish. There were exactly ten ingredients. Unfortunately, the final dish didn't match the description of two sentences despite the delicious taste.
"It seems that I have to wait and see. But I'm already very close. I'm not far from the correct answer." Yuan Zhou thought silently.
Soon, a familiar ring of the bell interrupted Yuan Zhou's thoughts. It was time to prepare the ingredients for dinner.
Yuan Zhou began to prepare the ingredients for dinner. On the other side, Moliere and Dean were also preparing to line up. It was mainly Dean who urged Moliere to get ready to set off.
"When are we having dinner? Are we leaving now?"
Moliere had originally planned to visit Yuan Zhou after a short rest. He could also talk about becoming Yuan Zhou's disciple while he was at it. But now, his plans could not keep up with the changes.
"Dinner starts at six, but business is good here. We have to line up early," said Dean.
Moliere knew that The Kitchen God could not reserve a table in advance, so he was a little faster. It didn't take long for him to finish his work.
When the two arrived at Taoxi Road, Moliere realized that Dean was not exaggerating at all.
When they arrived, it was only 5: 15 am and there were already quite a number of people there. When Moliere saw Dean leading Moliere to the side of the road in a familiar manner, as if he was ready to line up at any time, and when more and more people arrived, Moliere's curiosity towards Yuan Zhou reached its peak.
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