"Hahaha, stand up, carp," said Dean. After returning home, he had a fish feast and was planning to rest.
However, his mind was filled with thoughts of the Sweet and Sour Carp. Therefore, he started preparing.
Pa! The carp fell onto the plate.
"I remember Head Chef Yuan did the same thing," said Dean. He changed his posture and tried again.
The result was the same. The carp did not stand up.
Dean thought hard about his problem and came up with a possible conclusion, "Is it because the size of the fish is wrong?"
With a solemn expression, he stared at the carp with deep hatred, trying to figure out what the problem was.
"No, I must learn this cooking skill. I must!" After a while, Dean refused to give up and tried again.
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"Business time is over for today. Everybody, please come early tomorrow." Yuan Zhou said the ending words at the last second without missing a single second.
The customers were used to this. Those who were close to Yuan Zhou would say goodbye before leaving. Those who weren't close to him would also leave obediently.
The restaurant that was bustling just a moment ago was now quiet. Once again, they were waiting for the opening hours to begin.
He stood at the entrance and watched Su Ruoyan leave. Then, he shifted his gaze to the person he could not ignore. Moliere was too tall. With a height of nearly two meters, he could attract the attention of most people.
"Nice to meet you, Head Chef Yuan. I'm Feng Ma, a good friend of Chu Xiao. I made an appointment with you to pay you a visit. I'm here with a friend today, so I wanted to greet you first," Feng Ma said as he walked over politely.
He bowed slightly to show his respect. Moreover, he spoke in English instead of his native French. After all, English was one of the most common languages in the world.
Moliere himself didn't realize that his attitude towards Yuan Zhou had completely changed. Previously, he did respect Yuan Zhou, but that was the respect for a chef whose cooking skills were better than Chu Xiao's.
But after this meal, as a talented chef, he knew how talented Yuan Zhou was.
Moliere's attitude towards Yuan Zhou now was basically treating him as a senior.
"Welcome. Are you here for sightseeing or to exchange cooking skills?" asked Yuan Zhou.
There were too many chefs who visited The Kitchen God. This would happen every other day. Yuan Zhou was used to it.
But since Feng Ma knew Chu Xiao, Yuan Zhou had to show some respect. He invited Feng Ma in and poured him a glass of water before asking.
"Head Chef Yuan, I'd like to be your disciple," Moliere said sincerely as he rose to his feet and assumed a proper posture.
Moliere spoke these words in stiff Chinese, mixed with the unique accent of a foreigner speaking Huaxia.
In order to show his sincerity, Moliere had specially found someone to record this sentence and had practiced it for a week to achieve this result.
"Did you just say you want to be my disciple?" asked Yuan Zhou in surprise.
It was reasonable for Yuan Zhou to be confused. Although there were many people who wanted to be his disciple, most of them were domestic chefs. Even foreign chefs were from Asia. Had his reputation spread as far as Europe?
"Seems like completing the main mission is not a dream. Qin cuisine is just around the corner." Yuan Zhou was very happy.
"Yes, I want to be Head Chef Yuan's disciple. I want to learn cooking skills and defeat Chu Xiao," said Moliere. He couldn't help but blurt out his purpose.
"Defeat Chu Xiao? Become my disciple? "Did Yuan Zhou think there was a connection between these two?
"That's right. Only magic can defeat magic. At the same time, only geniuses can defeat geniuses. Head Chef Yuan is a well-deserved culinary genius. If I can learn from him, my culinary skills will definitely improve tremendously," Moliere said earnestly.
What he said made so much sense that Yuan Zhou couldn't refute him. But what did he mean by magic could defeat magic?
"I'm very happy to have your approval, but I refuse. I don't know much about French cuisine. I can't teach you anything," said Yuan Zhou.
Currently, Yuan Zhou's main foreign cuisines were the new dishes and steak.
Although he had already predicted this, Moliere still felt bad when he heard Yuan Zhou's refusal. But his gentlemanly demeanor did not allow him to continue pestering Yuan Zhou.
Moliere took a deep breath and quickly regained his composure. "I think Head Chef Yuan's culinary skills are quite outstanding. There must be a lot to learn from you. I'll come again in the future. Thank you for the hospitality, Head Chef Yuan. Goodbye."
Moliere bowed politely to Yuan Zhou and left before Yuan Zhou could persuade him to stay.
"System, am I very famous in Europe now? Look, even a famous chef of French cuisine came to ask me to be his apprentice." While going upstairs to change his clothes, Yuan Zhou shared his joy with the system.
The system displayed, "Congratulations."
"That's it?" asked Yuan Zhou. "Give me something more substantial."
The system was as quiet as a chicken.
After handing the sobering meal to Mao Ye, Yuan Zhou took out the new recipe that Zong Mo had given him earlier and started reading.
A few days ago, when he was practicing woodworking, Yuan Zhou had carved a dog based on Romeo. Zong Mo happened to pass by with Romeo in his hand that day and saw it at once. It was so lifelike. If it weren't for the fact that Romeo was in his hand at that time and the size was not suitable, he would have thought that Romeo was lying there by himself.
Then, Zong Mo asked for the sculpture. Yuan Zhou didn't care and gave it to him directly. But the next day, Zong Mo came back with a thin recipe, saying that he had collected it when he went to collect antiques some time ago as a thank you gift for the sculpture. Then, he put it down and left.
The whole book was only about thirty pages long. It was very thin. Yuan Zhou didn't know what was written on it. Since he was free today, he took it out to have a look.
"I seem to have forgotten something." Having just picked up the ancient book, Yuan Zhou had an inexplicable feeling that he seemed to have forgotten something.
"Woof, woof, woof, woof, woof."
Suddenly, the barking of the rice came. Yuan Zhou stood up immediately and walked out. Then, he saw the rice, which had been lying in its nest and didn't move at all, was now circling not far away from its nest and barking from time to time. It seemed to be very agitated.
When Yuan Zhou saw the appearance of the rice, he stared at its relatively big belly. Then, he patted his own forehead lightly, "I'm really too busy. It's almost been two months. The rice should be uncooked soon. Is it today?"
Looking at the rice that didn't stop, Yuan Zhou guessed. Then, he looked at the dinner that he had poured for it previously and found it had already finished.
Originally, Yuan Zhou planned to send the rice to the pet hospital to wait for the delivery. He felt it was safer this way.
However, the doctor suggested that the rice should be delivered in a familiar place. In this way, it wouldn't be nervous and would help the delivery go smoothly.
This was something that happened five days ago. If it wasn't for the rice barking just now, Yuan Zhou would have forgotten about the date.
"Rice, are you going to give birth?" Yuan Zhou squatted down and looked at the rice.
"Woof, woof, woof." The rice barked a few times at Yuan Zhou.
Even so, it didn't stop. Instead, it used its claws to scratch the ground from time to time, as if it was sharpening its claws.
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