"You live in the Pacific Ocean? It's our Cantonese Cuisine Association's business. Of course, it's our business, "Song Ming said angrily.
Song Ming's attitude toward Zhou Shijie wasn't good for a long time. Previously, it was because he had always been suppressed by Song Ming. Later, it was because of Yuan Zhou.
As the saying goes, the older you are, the younger you are. Song Ming had a very good relationship with his granddaughter, Ding Shao. Because of this, Ding Yuanshan lived a comfortable life in the cracks.
Zhou Shijie felt it was a mistake to call Song Ming. Wouldn't it be better to call Mr. Ma or Wang Huai?
"That's true. These two guys are in Chengdu. Should I inform them or not?" Zhou Shijie had many thoughts in his mind.
"Fine. You can come by yourself then. You still need to bring some people with you. I need to count them." Zhou Shijie compromised in the end.
I'm getting old. Don't provoke me. Zhou Shijie comforted himself in the heart. He wouldn't argue with the old man.
"Two people." Song Ming was quite straightforward this time.
After getting the answer, Zhou Shijie hung up the phone. He was afraid that Old Song would say something shocking again. It was still okay if they were in the same place, but he didn't feel comfortable no matter what. If he wanted to take revenge, he had to wait until he returned to Guangdong Province.
"Dad, it seems it's time to pick up the tickets." Ding Yuanshan had been standing behind Song Ming quietly.
It could be said that he was very observant and attentive. He observed the slightest movement and strived to be thorough in everything to satisfy his master and father-in-law.
"Um." Song Ming said with his hands behind his back.
After picking up the tickets, it wasn't long before dinnertime began. The customers started to enter the restaurant under Su Ruoyan's invitation.
Following the crowd, Song Ming took the lead and walked directly into the restaurant. He glanced at the remaining two-seater table and sat down without being picky.
After Song Ming sat down, Ding Yuan Shan also quickly sat down on the chair.
"Isn't that Chairman Song? Is he here to participate in the Ten Beauty Competition?" Yuan Zhou glanced around and saw Song Ming.
Although he felt it was strange that Song Ming came to Chengdu. After all, he hadn't been here for a long time. However, it wasn't convenient to greet him during business hours. Therefore, he could only focus on cooking.
"Do you know why we are here today?" Song Ming said solemnly.
"I know, Master." Ding Yuanshan nodded. He was very clear about how to address the menu. His eyes swept across the thick menu, and surprise flashed in his eyes.
Ever since he started cooking, he had never seen such a thick menu. It was simply astonishing.
"Um. Then pay attention when you order the dishes later. Try to get them closer to our goal." Song Ming nodded his head contentedly.
"Yes." Ding Yuan Shan was as serious and serious as Song Ming when it came to business.
The master and disciple, as well as the son-in-law, both had the same expression. With a solemn face, they picked up the menu at hand and looked at it. The difference was that Song Ming already had a plan in mind, so he looked at it from the beginning, while Ding Yuanshan was more careful and cautious. He directly flipped to the Cantonese section and looked at it. The dazzling array of menus dazzled his eyes.
He had long known that this Head Chef Yuan dabbled in a wide range of cuisines and specialized in a wide variety of cuisines. When he first heard about it, he merely felt that this was a very impressive chef. But when he saw the three branches of Cantonese Cuisine, such as Cantonese Cuisine, Chaoshan Cuisine, and Hakka Cuisine mixed together, he had a complicated feeling.
"Looks like Yuan has made great progress recently. God knows how much time he has spent practicing his culinary skills," Song Ming lamented.
He knew that Yuan Zhou would only put a dish on the menu when he had completely mastered it. With such a thick menu, it was clear that Yuan Zhou had spent a lot of time practicing his culinary skills.
"You have to work harder as well. Don't be inferior to a youngster at your age," Song Ming said.
One ought to know that Ding Yuanshan was already the most talented disciple among his disciples. Unfortunately, he had only learned 80% of his culinary skills. Compared to Yuan, it was truly worrisome.
"Master, I might be a human, but Head Chef Yuan is not a human," Ding Yuanshan said.
Although he had yet to taste the dishes cooked by Yuan Zhou, it didn't mean that he had no idea what was going on. Even the government had endorsed him and called him the Chef King. What else could he say?
Song Ming choked for a moment and then reacted. It was indeed bullying to compare Yuan Zhou with others. Even he himself couldn't compare with Yuan Zhou.
But since he was inferior, he wanted his disciple to be able to keep up. This was the same logic as wanting his child to fly when he couldn't fly.
While the two were talking, Su Ruoyan walked to the table and asked, "What would you like to order?"
"I want a Luo Goose, a Luohan Vegetarian, a Eight Treasures Nest Whole Duck, and a bowl of rice," Song Ming said first.
He had ordered his signature dishes, as well as several dishes that needed to be cooked properly.
Ding Yuanshan followed closely behind and said, "A Salt Baked Chicken, a Ding Lake Vegetable, a Crab Stewed Chicken, and a Dragon Boat Rice."
Even if he was following his master's footsteps, he still ordered dishes that needed to be cooked properly. Of course, they were all dishes from different places.
"Ok, please wait a moment," Su Ruoyan nodded and walked to the four-person table behind them.
"These dishes are not bad," Song Ming was quite satisfied with the dishes Ding Yuanshan had chosen.
"Master, you taught us well," Ding Yuanshan said sincerely.
Song Ming nodded and didn't say anything more. He continued to immerse himself in the menu. He hadn't been here for a long time and naturally wanted to know more about Yuan Zhou's current level. Before eating the dishes, the menu was the best medium.
Naturally, Ding Yuanshan followed suit. He looked at the dishes one by one and had mixed feelings in his heart. When someone was slightly stronger than you, you would want to surpass him. But when you were so strong that you couldn't even keep up with him for the rest of your life, you would probably think about how to shorten the gap. Of course, this was a positive approach. There was also the negative possibility that you might not be able to recover after a setback.
There was no one like Chu Xiao who was full of fighting spirit and couldn't wait to catch up with him tomorrow. He was absolutely the only one. There were many stubborn people, but Chu Xiao was the only one.
In The Kitchen God, everything started with the aroma. As long as you smelled the aroma, it meant that your dishes had been served. The system guaranteed that there was no exception.
"I don't know if it's because of the first impression, but I feel that the dishes are even more delicious than mine." Ding Yuanshan had never felt that a vegetable dish could have such a flavor.
Even before the dishes were served, a refreshing and elegant aroma had already attracted everyone's attention.
In the past, they had always thought that only the fragrant meat fragrance or the thick red sauce could make people feel the fragrance in their mouths and tongues. Now, even a vegetable dish could give people such a feeling.
Why did Ding Yuanshan insist that it was a vegetable dish? In fact, it was very simple. As a top chef, his nose was naturally not just for show. He could tell whether there was meat aroma in it or not with just a sniff.
"Don't be so surprised," Song Ming said primly and started to salivate unconsciously.
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