Summer, who had been tormented early in the morning, was speechless.
Was he not a human being? Was he supposed to be woken up by Paul's demonic laughter?
Of course, not laughing didn't mean that Paul couldn't express his joy in other ways.
Instead of walking hurriedly like before, he walked on two legs, exuding the imposing manner of a crab with eight legs, fearless and awe-inspiring.
"Huh? Why are there so many decorations so early in the morning? Is there an event?"
As he got closer, Paul saw an A4 piece of paper pasted on the door. He knew nothing about Yuan Zhou's method of asking for leave, so he thought Yuan Zhou was going to organize some kind of event. For example, he could pack it up today? Or maybe he was going to release a new product.
Although the piece of white paper was very simple and crude and didn't seem to be used to inform someone of such an important matter in such a simple form, Paul believed it without a doubt if it was Yuan Zhou who did it.
As a representative of the younger generation, the elder generation, and the representative of the culinary circle, Yuan Zhou was indifferent to fame and fortune and only wanted to improve his culinary skills wholeheartedly. In Paul's heart, Yuan Zhou was a simple person.
He didn't know where Paul got this conclusion, but he believed it without a doubt. When he saw the words on the paper, he was shocked. There was no Chinese or English translation.
[Due to a private matter, I'm taking three days off. I hope everyone knows.
The Kitchen God reserves the final right of interpretation.]
The short line of words contained the cause, process, and result of the incident. It was so clear that even a primary school student could understand it. However, Paul happened to meet him.
He didn't know the Chinese language at all. He only started learning it after he challenged Yuan Zhou. That was only a month ago. To be honest, Paul's talent in languages was not as amazing as his talent in cooking. He could barely read and write Yuan Zhou's name in Chinese and the words "The Kitchen God" because of his supreme worship for Yuan Zhou.
Instead of letting him understand the leave slip, it would be easier to let Yuan Zhou come back today and not ask for leave.
Although Paul saw the leave slip, he didn't understand it. He almost put his head on it, but he still didn't understand it.
Creak!
Hearing the familiar sound of the window opening, Paul rolled his eyes and stopped pretending to study the leave application. Instead, he looked straight at Wu Hai's window. He was already thinking about what he should say when Wu Hai showed his face. What should he say first to overwhelm Wu Hai in terms of imposing manner so that Wu Hai wouldn't look for him to compete with him for a meal again?
As a chef, he felt that it was not a problem to compete with him in cooking, but to compete with him in eating, and he had no advantage at all, this was not good. It was also not a proper thing to do, and it must be corrected.
"Compass is on leave. What are you doing there?"
The window was pushed open, revealing Wuhai's lifeless face. He was listless and listless. The only reason he could speak was because he had just eaten a bag of bread and salted duck eggs. The salted duck eggs were naturally pickled by Yuan Zhou, and the bread was bought from Manman's restaurant.
Otherwise, Wuhai wouldn't even have the strength to speak. The moment Yuan Zhou asked for leave, it was equivalent to using up all his energy. More importantly, Wuhai didn't even have the chance to follow him.
"…"
Paul felt that his English was probably not up to par as well. Otherwise, why would he feel like he knew the meaning of every single word Wuhai said, but when put together, he couldn't understand them at all?
"Head Chef Yuan still needs to apply for leave?" Paul clearly didn't react in time. This was what he said subconsciously.
As far as he was concerned, Yuan Zhou was no longer a human, but a god. There was nothing that he couldn't do. Why would he need to apply for leave? This felt very surreal. No matter how hard Paul tried, he didn't feel like he was standing on solid ground.
"I said I'm going to a meeting. I need to go back and sleep to conserve my energy. Eat less so that I can last until Compass returns.
You can continue your queue, "Wuhai waved his hand and turned around. As he lay down beside Mao Xiong, he wondered if the remaining ten salted duck eggs would be enough for him to last three days.
As for Paul, he felt his head buzzing. He had a good plan just now, but he didn't expect Yuan Zhou to give him a blow.
Since Yuan Zhou had applied for leave, he naturally wouldn't open for business. If he didn't open for business, it meant that it didn't matter if he was first or last. More importantly, if Yuan Zhou didn't open for business, he wouldn't have any delicious dishes to eat.
Furthermore, his thoughts had cleared up. He recalled that today was the day the Ankara Conference would begin. The conference would last for three days. Therefore, Yuan Zhou had to apply for leave for at least three days. Based on his own habits, he would need two days on the road, three days for the conference, and another day for rest after he returned. No matter what, he would need to apply for at least five days of leave. When he thought of not being able to eat Yuan Zhou's dishes for five days, he felt his future was bleak.
"Ah? Head Chef Yuan actually applied for three days of leave? What bad news, "Sharma saw the lonely Paul and the conspicuous A4 paper the moment he arrived.
Compared to Paul, Sharma, an Indian who had studied Chinese for two years, was obviously more reliable. At least, he could recognize the words on the paper and the general meaning. At the very least, he could understand the meaning of the three days of leave.
"What? Only three days of leave? "
Paul had already imagined how miserable he would be if he couldn't eat Yuan Zhou's dishes for five days. Unexpectedly, Sharma told him that Yuan Zhou was only applying for three days of leave.
For a moment, he didn't even have time to lament about not being able to eat the dishes cooked by Yuan Zhou. On his face, he didn't know if it was more astonishment or admiration.
"In these aspects, I'm still far behind Head Chef Yuan. Looks like what I need to learn isn't as simple as cooking."
Paul stared fixedly at the paper. His expression flickered, and no one knew what he was thinking.
Yin Ya had left early in the morning after sticking the paper. At that time, it wasn't even the time when Yuan Zhou usually woke up. However, Wuhai was the first to discover the paper. He had suddenly woken up from his sleep and wanted to look at the window when he saw the familiar paper.
Then, he took a photo of the paper and sent it to the group. This was also the reason why Paul didn't meet anyone even though he had been here for quite a while.
As time passed, there were still many people who would come to the restaurant to take a look before leaving. They would either go to work or do other things. If they didn't come here, they would feel uncomfortable.
Compared to most people in the restaurant, Yuan Zhou's restaurant appeared to be in a hurry.
When he arrived in Istanbul, it was four in the morning. Coincidentally, the connecting flight to Ankara would take off at five. Therefore, Yuan Zhou only took a turn in Istanbul before taking a plane to Ankara.
As the second largest city in Turkey, Ankara was quite famous. As for Yuan Zhou, the moment he got off the plane, he followed the staff of the conference committee to the hotel he had booked to rest.
The conference officially started at nine in the morning. Yuan Zhou arrived at the airport at six in the morning. It would take him half an hour to reach the hotel. The only good thing was that the conference was also held in the conference room of the hotel. Therefore, he didn't have to go back and forth. Therefore, Yuan Zhou was quite satisfied.
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