"No need. The wasted furnace belongs to me this time. I have checked it during dinner, so I decided to pass the wasted furnace to you," Song Ming said straightforwardly.
Every province had its own rules. Obviously, the rules of Guangdong Province were really convenient.
"Thank you, Chairman Song. I will continue to study Cantonese cuisine and won't let the wasted furnace down," Yuan Zhou said earnestly.
Once he said that, Ding Yuanshan, who was standing in the background, almost couldn't breathe. Even Song Ming was a little stupefied. He wouldn't let the wasted furnace down. Even Yuan Zhou's cooking skills had surpassed his and he said so.
Then, Song Ming himself would let the wasted furnace down …
About ten seconds later, Song Ming sorted out his mind and said, "Okay. I believe in you, Head Chef Yuan."
"There needs to be a ceremony for the handover of the wasted furnace. I plan to set it at three o 'clock in the afternoon the day after tomorrow, one day before the competition of the Chef's Alliance. I wonder if Head Chef Yuan has time then?" Song Ming thought for a while and said.
The test of the wasted furnace was handled by Song Ming himself, but he still had to treat it carefully. Song Ming arranged his disciple to drive him there.
It wasn't an important ceremony. The main thing was that the wasted furnace was still on the way. As a matter of fact, he only needed to give the wasted furnace to Yuan Zhou and then inform the Cantonese Cuisine Council.
Strictly speaking, this kind of test was decided by the previous head chef, which was also a very powerful one.
After all, those who could get the wasted furnace were all great chefs. They would either pass it on to the juniors that they thought highly of or pass it on to those whose cooking skills surpassed theirs. Either way, it wouldn't be a problem for them to take over the wasted furnace.
Of course, there were many accidents, such as the previous head chef passing it on to his own son.
Yuan Zhou calculated the time and found that there wouldn't be any major event at that time. There was no problem in terms of time, so he agreed directly.
Song Ming put it down when he saw Yuan Zhou agree. Then, the old man and the young man began to talk about other topics. Gradually, they talked about Cantonese cuisine.
They were both masters. Although Song Ming's cooking skills were not as good as Yuan Zhou's, he had been a chef for so many years, so his experience was not something others could compare with. The two of them were very happy to talk. Even the arrival of the pub time did not stop them from talking. After Yuan Zhou made the sobriety set meal, they specially made tea and sat together again to talk.
In the beginning, Ding Yuanshan was still secretly recording in his notebook. As time passed, he fell behind, unable to keep up with the rhythm. His pupils dilated, and he was already in a state of confusion.
Don't think that the culinary circle isn't the circle of advanced mathematics. How can people be confused? Don't think like that. In a culinary industry, the skills at the top are really not something that ordinary people can keep up with.
Song Ming was old. In the morning, he took a plane to Chengdu and rested for the whole afternoon. In the evening, he came to The Kitchen God for dinner and tasted the dishes. He had spent a lot of energy. Although he was able to communicate now, he did not have enough energy to keep up.
"I'm old. I can't keep up with the energy of you youngsters anymore. This time, I really benefited a lot from talking with Head Chef Yuan. I hope we can continue this conversation next time," Song Ming truly felt enlightened about some dishes.
The main reason was that the way Yuan Zhou handled things was too unusual. However, he also felt that it was natural, opening up a new way of thinking for him.
For example, the famous spiced goose in Guangdong Province. Song Ming now had no less than two more perfect ways to handle it.
"Don't mention it, Chairman Song. I have also learned a lot about Cantonese cuisine. Whenever you are free, you can come over anytime," Yuan Zhou was very fond of talking with these cooking seniors. Their experience was something he could not compare to.
"Hahaha, then I will take advantage of my seniority this time. I will definitely come next time," Song Ming was very happy to hear that from Yuan Zhou.
Then, the two of them talked for a while more. After confirming some matters regarding the handover of the furnace the day after tomorrow, Song Ming bade farewell to Ding Yuanshan.
Ding Shao, who was still working overtime, had no idea that her beloved grandpa and father had already arrived at Chengdu and had already eaten.
Time passed in the blink of an eye. Very soon, the time agreed upon by Yuan Zhou and Song Ming arrived.
After lunch time, Yuan Zhou washed up and changed his clothes as quickly as possible and then headed for the direction of the Chef's Association.
In order to show his importance, Song Ming directly contacted Zhou Shijie and held the handover ceremony in a conference room of the Chef's Association.
Therefore, Zhou Shijie finally knew why Song Ming, the old man, came to Chengdu.
"You can even guard this broken furnace until now. The silver spoon of Shandong Cuisine has long been handed over to Yuan." Speaking of this, Zhou Shijie was quite proud. After all, he had taken the lead.
Moreover, he had taken the lead before Song Ming. It was even more refreshing than eating a popsicle in the summer. Well … it couldn't be compared in this way. Given Zhou Shijie's age, he couldn't eat popsicles now.
Of course, although the two people quarreled with each other, they still handled the matter well since it was related to Yuan Zhou.
When Yuan Zhou arrived at the building where the Chef's Association was located, he saw two familiar people in the familiar hall. One of them was definitely Zhong Lili. As long as Yuan Zhou came to the Chef's Association, she would definitely be the one to receive him. The other one was the man who followed Song Ming here that day. He had already known that this man was Song Ming's apprentice and son-in-law, a person with good culinary skills.
At the moment, Ding Yuanshan and Zhong Lili were waiting for Yuan Zhou in the hall. If he knew that Yuan Zhou commented on his culinary skills, he would definitely jump three feet high. This was the best comment he had ever received. Unfortunately, he didn't know that.
"Head Chef Yuan, thanks for your hard work." Zhong Lili took the lead and greeted them, followed closely by Ding Yuanshan.
After the three people chatted for a while, they walked towards the direction of the elevator. On the way, Ding Yuanshan explained the process in detail and Zhong Lili added some missing details at the side.
"Ding"
Soon, the elevator arrived. As the door of the elevator opened, they saw a huge banner [Congratulations to the Sixth Inheritance Handover Ceremony of Cantonese Cuisine Waste Furnace].
Although it was held in the Chef's Association and they couldn't hang the banner outside the building, they could still hang it on this floor. Therefore, Song Ming chose the largest and most conspicuous one to hang it.
At that moment, a group of people had gathered in this medium-sized conference room. They were all the permanent directors of the Cantonese Cuisine Association. Originally, they didn't need to go through so much trouble. However, when these people found out about it, they said that they wanted to witness history and thus came here with their own money.
Zhou Shijie wasn't there. He was driven away by Song Ming, who said that this was an internal affair of the Cantonese Cuisine Association and they didn't welcome people from the Shandong Cuisine Association to visit. Only Song Ming and several apprentices of his were waiting at the door.
"Head Chef Yuan, welcome. You must have worked hard." Once Song Ming saw Yuan Zhou, he went up to him.
"Thank you for your hard work, Chairman Song. Sorry for being late." Yuan Zhou took a look and found that everything should be ready.
"Hahaha. You're just in time. Not late, not late. Head Chef Yuan, you came here right after opening the restaurant. Thank you for your hard work." Song Ming really admired Yuan Zhou's professionalism.
While talking casually, the two of them walked toward the conference room. Seeing the situation, the apprentices followed them hurriedly.
Zhong Lili, who had successfully retreated, said goodbye to Ding Yuanshan and then left directly. Even the chairman had been driven away. As a small secretary, she didn't dare to stay here.
When he arrived at the conference room, Yuan Zhou found that all the 31 current permanent directors were here. More than 30 of them were sitting upright in their seats.
Then, on the rostrum, a stove tied with a red silk cloth was placed there quietly. It looked quite low-key, but the bright red silk cloth didn't allow it to be used.
Yuan Zhou followed Song Ming to the rostrum. Only when he saw the waste furnace at a close distance did he find that it was really a waste furnace. What was precious was its spirit.
"Congratulations, host, for completing the mission: Master of Masters 3. Do you want to receive the reward?"
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