Yuan Zhou had specifically told the noodle shop owner that he wouldn't be eating noodles today because he was going to eat Green Dumplings for breakfast. Yuan Zhou remembered his promise very clearly.
Lunch was especially lively. Not only did Dean, who had received Yuan Zhou's permission to learn from him yesterday, Moliere, Huang Fei, and Liu Li were also there.
He had already visited Yuan Zhou twice. Moliere felt that there was a way to achieve anything if there was a will. Most importantly, the food was too delicious.
As for Huang Fei and Liu Li, they were fine. They just missed the delicacies of the chef's restaurant, so they came to eat together. This was the advantage of living in Chengdu.
"Liu Li, how's your business?" Huang Fei asked.
"My business is good," Liu Li said, "But recently, I found a lot of restaurants claiming to be Head Chef Yuan's disciple."
"I saw two as well. You don't have to tell Head Chef Yuan about this," Huang Fei said after some thought.
Liu Li nodded, "I think so too. It's fine if they follow the trend, but if they claim to be 'Yuan Zhou's disciple', there's definitely a problem. Let's contact Chairman Cheng."
Huang Fei nodded, "Mhm, I think it'll work."
They chatted while waiting in line.
"Dean, my friend, is your birthday coming soon?" Moliere suddenly asked.
"There's still one month left. Why? Are you celebrating with me?" Dean asked.
"You've helped me a lot since I joined this industry. I still remember one time when my restaurant was maliciously criticized. If you hadn't lent me money to tide us over, my restaurant would have been taken away by those bank vampires."
"Hey, my friend, it's nothing." Dean couldn't stand the sudden stirring up of emotions.
"Although I've been in Lyon all these years, I've never celebrated your birthday properly. As your friend, I feel guilty." Moliere changed the topic, "Come to my restaurant on your birthday. I'll book an All-Fish Banquet for you. No need to invite others. Let's enjoy ourselves."
The stirring atmosphere was instantly broken. Dean snapped out of his daze. That was why there were always people who wanted to steal his All-Fish Banquet.
"Moliere, I thought you didn't like eating fish? Actually, it doesn't matter if we celebrate or not. You don't have to spend money. I can do it myself," Dean said.
What a joke. It wasn't even enough for one person. He had to bring another one. Wasn't he asking for trouble?
In fact, Dean was not sober. The number of All-Fish Banquets varied according to the number of people.
"It's true that I don't like eating fish. Yesterday, I only ate a grilled fish on the street side. But how can the fish cooked by Head Chef Yuan be ordinary?" Moriay said righteously, "Dean, let's get straight to the point. I just want to try the all-fish banquet. The most recent event is probably your birthday, so don't feel like it's too much trouble. You can just come when the time comes. It's fine if you don't eat."
His words were too straightforward, so straightforward that Dean couldn't refute for a moment. He felt that the boat of friendship had capsized today.
Before going on the show, he had to learn how to present a carp on a plate. Other problems could only be put aside, so Dean did not say anything.
"Okay, let's talk about it later." Dean agreed first.
Moliere nodded in satisfaction. If he could learn how to cook fish from Yuan Zhou, he would have a bright future when he returned to Europe. Of course, he had not forgotten his original intention.
Most Europeans ate saltwater because it had fewer bones. Moliere felt that he could change the eating habits of Europe.
"I heard that Head Chef Yuan also serves red wine, right? Have you tried it before?" Moliere asked again.
When this was mentioned, Dean's face almost turned green. This was the cause of the incident.
Having been in China for two years, Dean had been very active in the various rules and programs of the restaurant. He had even participated in the first sports event held by Yuan Zhou not long ago. Although he didn't get a good ranking, he was still a participant.
Ever since the red wine had been available more than a year ago, Dean had often come to the lucky draw, hoping to drink the top-quality wine provided by Yuan Zhou.
As a Frenchman, he was not only knowledgeable about red wine, but also very fond of it. He often wanted to have a drink or two. Therefore, he was very active in the lucky draw.
But being active didn't mean it was effective. Although Dean was a European in this life, he was an African in his previous life.
He had been drawing for more than a year, yet he hadn't won even once. That's right, not even once!
Dean was also known as the "Most Valuable Customer" of the restaurant. The only time he was so close to winning was when he came to have breakfast with Gabriel. Afterward, he drew the lottery. He didn't win, but Gabriel did.
Normally, Dean should have been able to freeload off Gabriel's wine. Unfortunately, on the same day, Dean was urgently summoned back to France. He had to deal with the matters there himself, which made Dean so depressed that he almost sacrificed his life to the heavens.
For Dean, the wine of The Kitchen God had become something he could only dream of.
Therefore, it had been a month since Dean had participated in the lucky draw. He had been washing his hands every day, hoping to wash away his negative emotions and have a chance to change his luck.
Moliere was really 'touching a sore spot'.
"Why do you ask?" Dean's tone wasn't very good, but it was definitely not because he was depressed.
"I want to drink some red wine. The wine provided by Head Chef Yuan should be delicious," Moliere was also a person who liked to drink.
"You can draw the lottery in the morning. You can only drink it if you win," Dean answered despite his reluctance.
"I didn't see anyone drawing the lottery when I came for breakfast this morning," Moliere said with a frown.
Dean thought for a while and said, "Maybe it's going to rain tonight and Head Chef Yuan is preparing to sell BBQ."
Otherwise, why would Dean say that the restaurant was connected? No matter what question Moliere asked, Moliere would always be able to answer correctly.
In the morning, as soon as Yuan Zhou got up, the system told Yuan Zhou, "It will rain tonight."
"It's going to rain tonight?" Moliere raised his head and looked at the sun. Although it wasn't very strong, it still existed. He wondered if Dean was still asleep.
"Yes. Head Chef Yuan is very miraculous. His weather predictions are very accurate. If he says it's going to rain, it will definitely rain," Dean nodded affirmatively.
Moliere gave Dean a strange look. After a moment of silence, he said, "Head Chef Yuan's cooking skills are very good. I've seen it with my own eyes. Indeed, few people can compare to him. But don't you think it's too much for him to be able to predict the weather? Don't underestimate anyone. "
Moliere continued, "As far as I know, apart from being good at cooking, Head Chef Yuan is also good at sculpting. He's already a genius among geniuses."
Dean gave Moliere a meaningful look and said, "It won't be long. We'll see the results tonight. I'm planning to come for BBQ. Do you want to come? Head Chef Yuan's BBQ is also very delicious."
"Sure. Let's come together." Moliere didn't really believe it, but Dean was right. Something that could be verified very soon, there was no need to argue about it.
In the blink of an eye, it was time for lunch. Following Yuan Zhou's instructions, Dean sat down near the partition and ordered the Sweet and Sour Carp. He planned to widen his eyes and try his best to observe the BBQ. If he couldn't watch it once, he could watch it a few more times.
Moliere sat beside Dean. Although he didn't know what Dean was going to do, it didn't stop him from learning. After all, Dean knew the restaurant better than him. There was no harm in following him.
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