It was still rainy in the morning, but it began to clear up when breakfast was over.
Xia Yu and Man Man had an appointment to drink coffee, so after breakfast, the two of them left hand in hand.
On the way to drink coffee, Manman told Xia Yu about what Xia Yu was curious about. Generally speaking, an old man and a young man came to The Kitchen God for a meal. They were father and son. The old one was the father in his fifties, and the young one was the son. They ordered several dishes and commented that Yuan Zhou's dishes were too bland while they were eating.
In the end, the old man and the young man left after eating. The young son … well, it was a little weird to describe it. Anyway, the son was young. He went back to the restaurant and apologized to Yuan Zhou.
After explaining the situation, his father's sense of taste had deteriorated, so he always cooked very salty and spicy dishes, which were hard for ordinary people to accept. The key point was that his mother was the same.
So his parents were really a match made in heaven. His father had always been proud of his culinary skills and was very confident in his culinary skills. As a son, he also wanted to maintain his father's confidence, so he never told his father about it since he was a child.
Xia Yu was dumbfounded and said, "So this young man has been eating salty and spicy food since he was a child? Although he is indeed very filial, there is actually a better solution! "Meng Meng also nodded.
The key point was that this young man was proud to protect his father, but the way he did it was a little …
Back to Taoxi Road, the street was wet, and one or two tenacious grasses occasionally drilled out from the cracks of the stones, which gave the feeling of an old street.
Because of the weather, Yuan Zhou didn't practice sculpting. He studied Yuan Family's dishes in the kitchen.
When Yuan Zhou prepared all the ingredients and was about to start cooking, his phone rang, which was rare.
"Who is it?" Yuan Zhou was a little surprised. Few people called him at this time.
When he took the phone and saw the name of Master Flying Finger, Yuan Zhou knew who it was. It was Master Wen Feizhi who studied pottery.
The first time he made his own tableware, he learned how to make it from Master Flying Finger. Later, they kept in touch from time to time. The main reason was that Master Flying Finger admired Yuan Zhou's talent and wanted Yuan Zhou to join him.
Although he didn't know what Grandmaster was looking for him for, Yuan Zhou still very quickly answered the phone: "Hello Master Wen, this is Yuan Zhou."
"Boss Yuan, I have an exhibition about blue and white porcelain here. It's an exhibition of the works of Master Tang, the number one blue and white porcelain artist in the country. It's not easy to get the tickets. It's in Chengdu. Do you want to go?" Wen Feizhi's slightly excited voice came from the other side of the phone.
Perhaps he was afraid that Yuan Zhou wouldn't be interested, Master Wen Feizhi didn't wait for Yuan Zhou to speak and directly said, "This is a rare opportunity. Many of the items on display are not for sale. They have never appeared before. If you can take a look, with Boss Yuan's comprehension, your skills will definitely improve."
Wen Feizhi felt the same as Carpenter Lian. Why was a person who was so talented in pottery a chef? The key was that his cooking was good!
"When exactly is it? Master Wen, you know that I need to open my shop. If the time is not suitable, I wonder if you can help me take some pictures." Yuan Zhou would often go to Wen Feizhi's place to make tableware to match the dishes in the restaurant. The four seasons plate was one of them. Of course, there were some special plates that Yuan Zhou liked to make himself.
Therefore, when he heard about this exhibition, he wanted to take a look. However, if the time conflicted, he could only forget about it. Cooking was the most important thing in Yuan Zhou's heart.
Wen Feizhi said, "It won't affect your opening. I only called you because I know the time is suitable. The exhibition will start at 2: 30 pm the day after tomorrow and close at 6 pm."
Although it took a lot of effort to get the tickets, there were only so many places for the exhibition. It would definitely take a lot of effort to get more. However, there was no need to tell this to Yuan Zhou. Wen Feizhi still hoped that Yuan Zhou could improve further.
After all, there weren't many talented people.
Sigh, why were there no geniuses in the ceramic world? Wen Feizhi had lost count of how many times he had lamented this.
"Sorry to trouble you, Master Wen," Yuan Zhou said politely. He wanted to treat Wen Feizhi to a meal or something.
"Hahaha, it's no trouble at all. I just want you to go and have a look. Next time when I'm baking the Blue and White Porcelain Ware, I can invite you to come and give us some advice," Master Wen Feizhi said straightforwardly.
Yuan Zhou agreed readily, "No problem. Just tell Master Wen to let me know when the time comes."
Those who were on good terms with Yuan Zhou all knew about Yuan Zhou's work and rest habits. Therefore, Master Wen Feizhi said a few more words to make things clear and soon hung up the phone.
"It seems that I haven't gone to your restaurant for a meal for a long time. I can go there today," Wen Feizhi said thoughtfully after hanging up the phone.
He had probably selectively forgotten that he had gone there for a meal the day before yesterday.
"Dad, are you going to the restaurant for a meal? Let's go together then. I want to go too," the pretty girl beside him couldn't help but say.
Ever since they tasted Yuan Zhou's dishes, both father and daughter had become hardcore fans of Yuan Zhou. They had to go there once a week. Sometimes, extra meals didn't count. Of course, this was also because Master Wen Feizhi was usually very busy.
"Of course I'll take you there. What are you yelling about? Have you finished your homework for today?" Master Flying Finger pretended to be fierce.
The girl stuck out her tongue and jogged back to her seat to continue her work.
His gaze turned to a sad person. The plane landed steadily at Shuangliu Airport. Moliere got off the plane with a solemn face. When he arrived at Xiang Province, there was nothing.
He wanted to kill Dean. Moliere had completely forgotten that he was the one who hung up first and turned off his phone.
After getting off the plane, he walked across the bridge toward the hall. Moliere was thinking about how to approach Chu Xiao without leaving a trace, and then naturally put forward his intention to challenge him.
After coming to China, Moliere had learned to be subtle. He thought that this might make people more accepting of him.
Noticing that the bridge next door seemed to be very busy, Moliere turned around and was about to turn back when he suddenly saw a familiar figure. His movements paused, and his eyes instantly widened. It was Chu Xiao!
What was fate? This was fate!
But before he had time to react, he saw Chu Xiao disappear after a few steps, and then he saw a huge plane parked there.
"What's going on?"
Although he had a bad feeling, Moliere still took out his phone and called Dean to make a final confirmation.
When the phone was picked up, Moliere immediately asked with a faint hope, "Dean, is Chu going somewhere else?"
"No, Chu is going back to France today. I saw him at breakfast and said goodbye to him. Are you going back to Rong City?" Dean said directly.
He felt a little sorry for Moliere. He had gone from Rong City to Xiang Province, and then back to Rong City, but in the end, he did not even see Chu.
"!!!" Moliere was stunned, as if he had been struck by lightning.
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