"Grandpa, you said you were going to drink here later. I haven't tasted pure Chinese liquor in a long time. I want to see it." Hongwu smiled.
Hongwu was a little nervous when he said that. As a Spanish Chinese, he had never tasted Chinese liquor since he was born. However, he had drunk quite a lot of vodka.
The reason why he wanted to drink was not because he was addicted to alcohol. It was because he knew the Chinese food culture and was particular about the dishes that went well with alcohol.
He touched his stomach secretly. It was really not that he couldn't eat anymore, so he decided to wait for a while. Hongwu felt that he could still take a break!
He had eaten more than he had in the past few days. He had to slow down.
"It's not bad to indulge in my hometown." Hongwu kept finding excuses for himself.
He had already prepared to exercise crazily from tomorrow onwards. However, he had to eat the delicacies first.
Hong Yundong was originally regretting that he had only eaten half of the dishes and felt heartbroken. Who knew that he would have to give up one of his drinking spots in the blink of an eye. It was really painful.
"Actually, our Chinese wine is no different from ordinary wine in the mouth of people who haven't drunk it before. If you want to drink it, I still have a jar of plum wine brewed a few years ago. You can try it when the time comes," Hong Yundong said amiably.
"Since it was specially left by you, I won't drink it. I'll just drink from the restaurant," Hongwu said filially.
Hong Yundong glanced at Hongwu. He was definitely the grandson of his old buddy. He was as annoying as the old guy.
"Okay. Director Yuan, there are many kinds of liquor here. You can try them later. I'm here to taste one kind of liquor. I won't share it with you later." Hong Yundong knew that he couldn't get away with it, so he made it clear first.
"Don't worry, Grandpa. I know. I won't steal your liquor," Hongwu said seriously.
Time passed quietly as the grandfather and grandson chatted. Soon, dinner time was over. Except for Hong Yundong and Yuan Zhou, everyone else left one after another.
Among the few head brewers and master brewers who had won the lottery, only Hong Yundong had time to come for dinner. No one knew if he was lucky or unlucky.
"Good evening, Director Yuan. Today's dinner is quite delicious. It's the best food I've ever eaten in my life." Hong Yundong immediately went up to Yuan Zhou when he saw him.
"Chief Brew Hong, you're too kind. It's good that you're satisfied." Yuan Zhou nodded at Chief Brew Hong.
Only then did Hongwu see Yuan Zhou's appearance. He had been too focused on the food to pay attention to anything else.
Previously, after listening to his grandfather's bragging, Yuan Zhou's image in his heart was not that of a middle-aged uncle, but it was actually not that far off. No matter how talented he was, it was still necessary for him to be in his thirties or forties.
Whether it was brewing wine or cooking, in Hong Wu's eyes, it was a process of accumulation. He was completely different from a model who lived off his youth. But now that he saw Yuan Zhou's real face, his first reaction was that he was too young.
Hongwu was 25 years old this year. He felt that Yuan Zhou was at most two or three years older than him. Anyway, there was nothing similar to what he had imagined.
"Grandpa once said that China is a country blessed by the heavens. Therefore, there will always be geniuses blessed by the heavens," Hongwu repeated his grandfather's words.
If it wasn't for the delicious taste lingering in his mouth, Hongwu would have thought that what he had said was just a figment of his imagination.
"Hahaha, Director Yuan's culinary skills are the best in Asia. How could I not be satisfied? If I were to say you're the best in the world, you're just a step away from being the best in the world," Chief Brew Hong said with a smile. He was obviously very happy to see Yuan Zhou.
"I've won the lottery today. Old Zhu will be here soon. I'll wait here for a while. I won't disturb Head Chef Yuan, right?" Hong Yundong asked after thinking for a while.
If he was disturbed, he would wait outside. After all, the pub was about to start soon. He would just wait for Yuan Zhou.
"Sure. But this restaurant is not open for business. Chief Brew Hong, you have to do as you please," Yuan Zhou did not mind someone waiting outside. He merely told Hong Yundong the rules of the restaurant.
Hongwu really wanted to get to know Yuan Zhou. Therefore, he subtly showed his presence beside Hong Yundong. He naturally wanted to get to know such a powerful person. Unfortunately, with his status, there was no need for him to introduce himself.
Hong Yundong knew very well what his grandson was like. When he saw that Yuan Zhou had agreed, he said, "Then I'll wait here. I brought my grandson here today to witness Head Chef Yuan's culinary skills. He has just returned from Spain and is yearning for the delicacies of his hometown."
When he heard himself being mentioned, Hongwu immediately bowed toward Yuan Zhou as if he had been injected with stimulants. After a long while, he finally said, "Greetings, Head Chef Yuan. Your dishes are truly blessed by the heavens."
It took him a lot of effort to say those words. He had never been so nervous before, not even when walking on the runway. Hongwu had no idea what was wrong with him. He was even more nervous when facing Yuan Zhou than when facing his powerful grandfather.
My dishes are truly blessed by the heavens? Yuan Zhou could not tell if it was a compliment or a derogatory remark.
But when he heard Hong Yundong mention Spain, Yuan Zhou knew how he had accomplished his mission. In an instant, he found Hongwu much more pleasing to the eye.
"As long as you like it. If you want to eat, you can come again during business hours," Yuan Zhou said courteously.
"Thank you, Head Chef Yuan," Hongwu heaved a sigh of relief.
After exchanging a few more words with Hong Yundong, Yuan Zhou went upstairs to wash up and prepare the sobering set meal. Now that there was no longer a crowd, Hongwu was able to appreciate Yuan Zhou's superb knife skills.
Shua! Shua! Shua!
Hongwu only saw a flash of silver light before his eyes. Then, the ingredients changed in an orderly manner.
"Everyone says that Head Chef Yuan is the King of Knives in China. Old Wang even gave him a silver knife. The path of a King of Knives is getting narrower and narrower." Although Hong Yundong could not see anything, he knew a lot of things.
After Yuan Zhou, who would be the King of Knives? Let alone Yuan Zhou's knife skills, who could be as good as Yuan Zhou?
The path was getting narrower and narrower.
The sobering set meal wasn't much, so it didn't take much effort to prepare. When Mao Ye arrived, it was already finished.
Mao Ye's arrival seemed to have flipped a switch. First, it was Zhu Dakang's arrival, followed by a series of people who had drawn the lottery today. They were all in groups of three. Obviously, the slots had all been given out. Seeing this situation, Hong Yundong instantly felt more balanced.
As the saying goes, when you see others living a bad life, you will know that you are living the same life. With someone accompanying you, you will feel much better.
Regardless of what Hong Yundong was thinking, the pub started on time. Naturally, his Monkey Wine couldn't be kept. Plastic would always be plastic no matter where it was. Although he had only tasted one or two ounces, it was enough to make him reminisce.
"The wine has a pure aroma, a soft taste, and a rich fruity aroma. At the end, it's spicy and clear, rich in layers. No wonder it's the legendary wine. It's fully deserving of the title of King of Wines," Hong Yundong praised the Monkey Wine.
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