Yuan Zhou's heart was in turmoil. He had never expected the old chef's achievement to be so unique. Moreover, it was a sudden attack. There was no special ceremony, but the High Groove Conference that he had organized.
When he was free, he had been thinking about what he should do to get the Abandoned Stove and the Old Chef Achievement Award. But now, they were sent to him.
Strictly speaking, among the four major achievements in the domestic chefs' circle, Yuan Zhou had always felt that the Sichuan Cuisine Old Chef Achievement Award was the most difficult to get. Unlike the other three, there was a fixed standard.
Looking at the chopsticks of various colors stacked together, Yuan Zhou was truly a little moved. He was moved by the acknowledgement of others.
"Congratulations, Head Chef Yuan. This award is well-deserved," said the famous chefs of the Sichuan Cuisine Association and the chefs who had just participated in the conference.
"Thank you. I will work harder on the path of cooking," said Yuan Zhou seriously.
As a future Master Chef, he had to be proficient in all kinds of delicacies. Of course, as a native of Chengdu, he naturally liked Sichuan Cuisine. This was a matter of sentiment.
"Head Chef Yuan has done a lot for Sichuan Cuisine," said Zhang Yan.
"I can't compare to Head Chef Zhang. Besides, I only did what I should do," said Yuan Zhou.
"The changes you have brought to Sichuan Cuisine are indelible. This old chef achievement is just the icing on the cake," said Zhang Yan.
"Thank you, thank you, everyone," said Yuan Zhou with a solemn expression. He bowed slightly to show his gratitude.
"Clap, clap, clap."
Everyone applauded in unison.
In the blink of an eye, it was time to leave. The chefs left in an orderly manner. Of course, before they left, they would come to congratulate Yuan Zhou. Those who participated in the High Groove Conference would also say thank you.
The bustling scene a moment ago was reduced to just a few kittens in the blink of an eye.
"President, we will leave first. After the materials for this conference are sorted out, they will be handed to you tomorrow," Xu Ban and Wan Li came to bid farewell to Yuan Zhou.
"Okay, you guys go back first," said Yuan Zhou.
"Then we will leave first. Congratulations, President," said Xu Ban.
Wan Li added, "Congratulations to the president for winning the award."
Then he said goodbye to Zhang Yan and Engineer Cheng, who were next to him, and turned around to leave.
"Master, congratulations, congratulations." Master Cheng came over with a face full of smiles.
"Originally, I didn't think that the award ceremony would be held today. I was even thinking of inviting you to attend after a while. However, President Cheng suggested holding the award ceremony on this occasion. It's perfectly justifiable. Now, it seems that it's indeed a good idea." Zhang Yan said with a face full of emotion, "This event that you organized is really good. I see that there are a few good seedlings of Sichuan Cuisine here today. I reckon that they will improve again after this trip."
"No, I just answered some of your questions. Besides, many of the questions were discussed by everyone," Yuan Zhou waved his hand, then turned to Chairman Cheng and said, "Zhao Mei has been working hard recently."
With his high IQ, when Zhang Yan mentioned it, Yuan Zhou could roughly guess the reason why Zhao Mei had been very busy recently.
Although awarding an award was as simple as several dozens of people gathering together to give a pair of chopsticks, there was a lot of preparatory work. From the proposal to the approval to the award ceremony, the process was complicated and tedious. It was no wonder that Zhao Mei was so busy.
"Not at all, not at all." Receiving her master's concern, Cheng Zhao Mei felt even happier than picking up money.
Seeing that it was getting late, Zhang Yan bade farewell to Yuan Zhou. There were still some follow-up matters that needed to be dealt with. When he left, he also took Zhao Mei with him. After all, he was now the legitimate president of Sichuan Cuisine Association.
Yuan Zhou checked the system. The progress of the Master of Masters 3 mission had become (3/4). Only the waste furnace was left.
"Let's put the mission aside for now. I should still be able to read a few pages of the book on the way back. I should be able to finish reading the 《Mirror of Water》 last night," Yuan Zhou thought while walking.
Recently, he had been studying a book on water usage that he got by chance. It mainly talked about the application of various kinds of water. For example, what kind of water should be used to cook rice, where the highest water should be used to cook soybean milk, or which part of the water should be used to wash some food ingredients. It seemed to be very particular.
Even Yuan Zhou, who had been influenced by the system, felt it was quite refreshing. Compared to the water used to soak the tea leaves in, the temperature of the water used was not much different.
"Di Di Di Di"
At this moment, a special ringtone sounded from his phone. This was the sound of the memo. There were too many things that even Yuan Zhou would forget. Therefore, the memo was indispensable.
"Huh, what's the matter?" Yuan Zhou took out his phone and flipped to the memo. There were only four words written on it, [Lele's Birthday].
These four words immediately opened up Yuan Zhou's memory. He flipped through the calendar and found that tomorrow was Lele's birthday.
"It's about time. I remember the last time Lele sent a letter was ten days ago. Tomorrow is just the right time for a reply. I have to prepare a birthday gift," Yuan Zhou muttered.
Ever since he reached an agreement with the three-headed Little Bean, Yuan Zhou usually wrote a letter to Lele every ten days. Although the letters were written by Yin Ya and Yuan Zhou couldn't write with a feminine handwriting, the content was basically dictated by Yuan Zhou.
Only Yuan Zhou, who often interacted with Lele, knew how to reply.
What gift should I give her? Yuan Zhou thought for a moment and suddenly remembered that Little Bean once mentioned her mother. She said that her mother wanted to go to the mall with him to play pottery. She wanted to color a pen holder, but she left home before finishing it.
"I remember there's a children's pottery shop in the mall nearby. Is that right?" Yuan Zhou turned at the intersection and walked toward the mall.
It wasn't far, and it only took him five minutes to walk there. It was on the first floor of the mall. When Yuan Zhou arrived, he found many parents playing with their children. The children were having a great time.
The older ones made the cups themselves, and the younger ones used watercolor pens to color. Yuan Zhou was a little dazed. He only played with plasticine when he was young and had never played with pottery.
Considering his own hands-on skills, Yuan Zhou decided to buy three boxes of clay and two boxes of watercolor for emergencies.
When he returned to the store, it was almost time to prepare the ingredients for dinner. Yuan Zhou quickly washed up and changed his clothes.
At the beginning of dinner, some well-informed people knew that Yuan Zhou had received another award. Therefore, during dinner, there would be diners congratulating Yuan Zhou from time to time. Then, those who didn't know about it would be explained to them.
Wu Hai moved forward and said, "Compass, are you going to give me a gift after winning the award? I've already prepared it."
As he said that, he opened his hands slightly, as if he wanted to catch something thrown at him. His posture was very accurate, and he almost took out a bowl to catch it.
"What do you want to eat tonight?" Yuan Zhou's words pulled Wu Hai's attention back.
After dinner, Yuan Zhou prepared the sobering meal and cold noodle cups for Mao Ye and returned to the second floor.
Today, he had something more important to do.
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