This reward had really caught him off guard. He had thought that the reward would only be considered complete after he got the furnace. He had never expected the system to be so impatient.
Yuan Zhou was also very curious. Since the rewards of the Master Series Mission were all unknown, he had to be curious.
However, he was originally concentrating on observing the furnace. He paused for a while before saying inwardly, "I'll get it when I'm free."
It was indeed inconvenient now. Song Ming and Yuan Zhou had already walked to the rostrum. The inheritance ceremony was about to begin. It would be disrespectful to be distracted now.
"Sometimes, when there are too many people, there will be too many rules, which will be troublesome." Song Ming sighed inwardly. It wasn't that he didn't respect the highest symbol of Cantonese Cuisine. It was just that he didn't think it was respectful just because it was grand.
Speaking of which, why were the Cantonese Cuisine directors so enthusiastic this time? They wanted to go to Taoxi Road after the ceremony. It had to be emphasized that they weren't here to satisfy their cravings. They were here to witness the sacred inheritance of the furnace and visit The Kitchen God.
Regardless of whether Song Ming and Ding Yuanshan believed it or not, the directors themselves believed it.
"I, Song Ming, as the fifth-generation successor of the furnace, hereby announce that the furnace will be handed over to Yuan Zhou. From today onwards, Head Chef Yuan will be the sixth-generation successor of the furnace. I hope Cantonese Cuisine will get better in the future."
Song Ming didn't waste any time. He stood on the rostrum and started speaking solemnly. After that, he carried the furnace with both hands, intending to hand it over to Yuan Zhou.
Although the furnace wasn't big, it still weighed about 40 to 50 kg. If it wasn't for the fact that Song Ming frequently practiced his cooking skills, he wouldn't have such strength at his age even if he was a Master Chef.
He steadily carried the furnace to Yuan Zhou and handed it over, "Head Chef Yuan, please take care of Cantonese Cuisine in the future."
Yuan Zhou solemnly received the furnace with both hands and said, "Thank you, Chairman. I will continue to work hard."
Song Ming nodded and stepped aside, handing the stage to Yuan Zhou.
"Thank you for your trust, Chairman Song. In the future, the furnace will flourish in my hands," Yuan Zhou said confidently.
"Clap, clap, clap."
The thirty or so Cantonese Cuisine board members applauded as if they had been injected with chicken blood.
Then, the ceremony was completed. One minute on stage required three days of preparation.
After the ceremony ended, the directors of the Cantonese Cuisine Group instantly rushed forward. Of course, they still kept a distance of half a meter in front of Yuan Zhou, but their enthusiasm couldn't be stopped.
"Nice to meet you, Head Chef Yuan. We have met before at your Whole Cow Banquet. I am Gao Mengxi. Congratulations."
"During the first exchange meeting between China and Japan, I was lucky enough to be invited to the scene and witnessed Head Chef Yuan's excellent knife skills. I had originally thought that he would be the leader of China's food and beverage industry ten years later. Unexpectedly, Head Chef Yuan has realized his talent so quickly."
"I am Head Chef Yuan. I'm Wei Kuo. I You. Head chef Yuan's name.
The directors with an average age of 40 were like a group of young people. They all greeted Yuan Zhou excitedly.
Among the polite greetings, one person said something different, "Head Chef Yuan, may I ask if The Kitchen God can reserve a banquet? Can I reserve one now?" Then, as if a pause button had been pressed, the entire place became silent.
The person who spoke was a fatty in his forties. He wasn't fat, but rather burly. He had a ferocious expression on his face. If it wasn't for the fact that everyone present was a chef, he would have thought that he was some gangster.
"If it's a birthday or an anniversary, you can make a reservation." Yuan Zhou wasn't affected and answered straightforwardly.
"That's great. I want to reserve the Tangerine Peel Banquet tomorrow afternoon. Is that possible?" The person who spoke was Yuan Tang, the vice chairman of the Cantonese Cuisine Association.
Yuan Zhou had some impression of him. He seemed to have seen him several times during video conferences with the Cantonese Cuisine Association.
"Chairman Yuan, is something good coming?" Yuan Zhou asked.
"It's indeed something good. Tomorrow is my birthday. That shouldn't be a problem, right?" Yuan Tang's ferocious expression disappeared and he smiled happily.
He was about to eat Yuan Zhou's Tangerine Peel Banquet. Just thinking about it made him happy. Naturally, he couldn't keep his expression.
"That's fine." Yuan Zhou nodded.
Seeing that Yuan Tang's reservation was successful, the directors came back to their senses. They didn't expect this to happen. They wanted to imitate him, but they couldn't find a suitable reason to do so. They could only sigh.
Of course, they were all chefs. In the end, they would definitely talk about cooking. As an honorary director of the Cantonese Cuisine Association, they didn't have many opportunities to meet face to face. This was mainly because Yuan Zhou was really busy. Therefore, while there was still some time left, Yuan Zhou decided to exchange his culinary skills with everyone and share some of his thoughts.
The exchange with Song Ming was different. This time, it was basically Yuan Zhou speaking while the directors listened and asked questions from time to time.
In the eyes of outsiders, this scene was like a teacher teaching his students.
Time passed quickly. It was getting late. Under the reluctant gazes of the directors, Yuan Zhou left first.
By the time he returned to the restaurant, it was already time to prepare the ingredients for dinner. The timing was just right.
After washing up and changing his clothes, he walked into the kitchen and started to busy himself with the sound of "Ding Ling Kuang Lang".
Since he said he was coming for dinner, he would definitely come. Under the leadership of President Song Ming, the thirty or so people from the Cantonese Cuisine Association marched toward the restaurant.
They moved quickly and arrived at their destination in a short while. At this time, there were only a dozen or so people lining up in front of the restaurant. It was obvious that this group of people had set off right after Yuan Zhou left.
There were too many people, so it was impossible to eat in one batch. Therefore, everyone was arranged according to age. The older ones were in front while the younger ones were at the back. The reason was that they were young and strong, so they could go hungry for a while longer.
As a young and strong man, Ding Yuanshan was pitifully weak and could only line up at the back of the line. He watched helplessly as his master and father-in-law, President Song, lined up at the front.
For the first time, Ding Yuanshan felt that being young was not a good thing.
"If you don't eat Yuan Yafeng in Cantonese Cuisine, it's all in vain even if you become a famous chef!" the short director said.
"Who is the peak at the end of culinary arts? When you see Yuan Zhou, it becomes nothing," the tall director said.
"There are countless foodies in China. Even if you meet Yuan Zhou, you still have to line up," the fat director said.
Zhou Xi was lining up. When he heard the conversation behind him, he thought to himself, Who is it that can praise Boss Yuan more than me? He decided to buy a few more books to read when he returned. After all, he had his own goals.
During dinner time, due to the presence of the Cantonese Cuisine Association, the frequency of various Cantonese dishes appearing on the menu increased significantly. Some diners couldn't help but order one or two Cantonese dishes to try when they saw people ordering Cantonese dishes. This was another wave of publicity for Cantonese cuisine.
Of course, everyone had their own sense of propriety. After finishing the delicious dinner, the people from the Cantonese Cuisine Association all left with their stomachs in their hands. They had no intention of staying.
After dinner time ended, Yuan Zhou began to prepare the Sobering Set Meal and the Cold Noodle Cup. Only after Mao Ye came to hand these things to Yuan Zhou did he become free.
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