"That's all I've prepared. That's all," Yuan Zhou interrupted Wuhai.
Guo Penghao and Lei Ti wanted to eat as well, but they didn't dare to agree with Wuhai. After all, it was already difficult enough to get Yuan Zhou to restore a dish. If they asked for more, they would be asking for more.
"Thank you, Head Chef Yuan, for your hospitality today. You helped me fulfill my long-cherished wish. Thank you very much," Guo Penghao tried to smooth things over.
"This is the first dish that I couldn't figure out how to cook after eating it," said Lei Ti.
Yuan Zhou nodded and accepted the compliment humbly. He also told Lei Ti that if there were any other dishes that he wasn't sure existed, he could tell him directly.
After all, he had decided on the theme for his second solo exhibition. He had to consciously develop in that direction.
Opportunities were reserved for those who were prepared.
"This is the process of me restoring the dish. However, I left a copy of the information in the archive. I hope you don't mind," Yuan Zhou took out a notebook and handed it to Guo Penghao.
When Yuan Zhou cooked, he would record every step he took. Only now did he start taking notes on the menu. However, he would still take notes every time he improved his culinary skills.
"I don't mind, I don't mind," Guo Penghao smiled happily.
He didn't expect to receive such a pleasant surprise. Most importantly, he didn't expect Yuan Zhou to give him the notebook. It was a pie that fell from the sky, a meat pie.
There were too few people like Yuan Zhou who were generous and had culinary ethics.
"Thank you, Head Chef Yuan," Guo Penghao bowed solemnly.
Yuan Zhou waved his hand calmly. After sending off the excited Guo Penghao and Lei Ti, Yuan Zhou turned around and looked at Wuhai, who was still sitting there, "It's not opening time yet."
"I just want to see my nephew and the others," said Wuhai before walking toward the back door. That was indeed what he was thinking.
Yuan Zhou didn't care about him. He went upstairs to wash up and change his clothes, planning to prepare the ingredients for lunch.
Time passed just like that. Soon, it was time for the meeting to begin.
Chengdu, which had been gloomy and rainy for the past two days, finally showed a sunny and smiling face. It was early in the morning, probably to give face to the people of Chengdu.
The timing of the Highwater Groove Meeting had always been according to Yuan Zhou's timetable, and the venue was near Taoxi Road, which was specially prepared by Xu Ban.
9: 30 to 11: 00 in the morning and 2: 30 to 5: 00 in the afternoon. These two time slots were very convenient. Each time slot was not particularly long. Even the older people could sit there.
"Master, are you ready? Are we leaving now?" Zhao Mei rarely came to the restaurant.
Recently, other than coming to check on Yuan Zhou's homework, he had basically disappeared from the store. He seemed to be very busy.
"Alright, let's go." Yuan Zhou was dressed in a sky-blue Hanfu and looked very solemn.
The two of them walked at a fast pace. It only took them ten minutes to reach the meeting place from the restaurant.
"Is Zhao Mei having any difficulties recently? If so, you can tell me," Yuan Zhou said with concern.
Recently, he had also noticed Zhao Mei's irregular and busy life. He thought that she had encountered some difficulties. As a direct disciple, Yuan Zhou was very concerned about her.
"It's nothing, master. Recently, there is a matter that needs to be decided in the association, so I have been holding a lot of meetings." Zhao Mei spoke in a secretive manner and didn't say it clearly.
"That's good." Yuan Zhou nodded his head and said.
He respected everyone's privacy. Since Zhao Mei didn't want to talk more about it, Yuan Zhou didn't ask anymore. It was fine as long as there were no problems.
Soon, the two of them arrived at the destination.
"Hello, chairman." Wan Li and Xu Ban were standing at the door to welcome everyone. When they saw Yuan Zhou, they went up to him.
"Almost everyone is here, right?" Yuan Zhou asked.
"Almost. It will start in fifteen minutes. Do you need to take a break?" Xu Ban asked.
Yuan Zhou came here directly after the restaurant was opened. Therefore, Xu Ban and Wan Li had specially prepared a small lounge here in case of emergency.
Before Yuan Zhou could answer, he was interrupted by a loud noise at the door. When he turned his head, the first thing he saw was a wheelchair.
Then, sitting on the wheelchair was a hale and hearty old man. He had silver-white hair, a face full of wrinkles, and a very thin and weak body. He was a man who had been through a lot.
He wasn't familiar with Yuan Zhou, but the fact that he was accompanied by Zhou Shijie spoke volumes.
Yuan Zhou quickly went up to him and said, "Uncle Zhou, why are you here? This is?"
"Yuan, this is Chen Zhongwen, Mr. Chen, a Zhejiang Cuisine Da Ding." Zhou Shijie took a step forward and introduced in a low voice.
Unexpectedly, the old man had sharp ears. He said directly, "Little Zhou, don't talk nonsense. That was many years ago. It's not worth mentioning."
"Oh, it's the famous Fish King. It's a pleasure to meet you, Head Chef Chen," Yuan Zhou bowed slightly to show his respect.
Yuan Zhou had heard of Chen Zhongwen's name in many chefs' circles. He was an expert in cooking fish and was very famous. However, he had been extinct for more than ten years. Rumor had it that it was due to his poor health.
Now that he saw Yuan Zhou in person, he believed that it was indeed due to his poor health, but it wasn't bad either. However, the old man was indeed not young. He seemed to be in his nineties.
"Head Chef Yuan, you're too polite. I'm here today to attend the meeting. Isn't it time? Let's go," said the old man. He was a decisive person. While speaking, he stood up from the wheelchair and walked forward.
He had only used the wheelchair to reassure everyone. Now that he was here, he naturally had to walk. Otherwise, it would be ridiculous.
"Head Chef Chen is also here to attend the meeting?" Yuan Zhou was a little surprised.
"That's right. My grand-disciple helped me ask questions online. Will it count?" Chen Zhongwen looked at Yuan Zhou warily.
"No. One question represents one participant. It's in line with the rules," Yuan Zhou said.
"That's good. I'm representing one participant." Chen Zhongwen ignored the three or four people following behind him.
"Yuan, I will leave you to it. I will leave the old man to you," Zhou Shijie heaved a sigh of relief.
This old man was a treasure. He was currently the oldest chef in the cooking world. He was a living treasure. However, his temperament was hard to describe. Zhou Shijie only received the news of this meeting when he arrived at Chengdu.
"Okay, I got it, Uncle Zhou. Don't worry," Yuan Zhou nodded.
They followed Chen Zhongwen into the meeting room. There were a total of 57 people in the meeting room. The meeting room wasn't fully occupied in the previous two sessions, but this time, it was almost fully occupied. Originally, they were all whispering to each other. But after Grandpa Chen and Yuan Zhou entered one after another, they gradually quietened down.
Yuan Zhou glanced around and found no less than 10 familiar faces. They were the customers that frequented the restaurant recently. He had a good memory and could remember them the moment he saw them.
For example, Bai Lang and Huang Cai were still sitting near the rostrum.
An old man in his fifties that came with Chen Zhongwen walked in as well. When he passed by Yuan Zhou, he said, "Head Chef Yuan, I also have an invitation."
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