"I met an acquaintance. I'm going out for a while," Xuan Meng hastily informed Ding Shao before running out.
She caught up with Haozi and asked, "How have you been these two years?"
"Not bad, Doctor Xuan," Haozi answered.
"I was invited here by a friend. I'm sorry if I disturbed you," Xuan Meng said.
"It's fine. I treat you as a customer, Doctor Xuan," Haozi answered.
This answer was out of the blue, but Xuan Meng understood. Haozi was used to the crowded environment of The Kitchen God. It was not a problem for customers to come and go.
"That's good. You can call me Little Xuan and treat me as a customer," Xuan Meng nodded and said, "Do you like Boss Yuan's cooking?"
"Yes," Haozi nodded. "Every time I eat a dish, I will write it down in my notebook. The more I remember, the happier I will feel. Then, I can earn money by drawing pictures at home."
"That's good. I can give you a few more notebooks. You can continue writing when you are done," Xuan Meng said.
"I bought a lot," Haozi said.
"Okay, I'll go back and continue eating." Xuan Meng left. Although Haozi was no longer her patient, she was still happy that Haozi could find something he liked and was persistent about.
Sometimes, people would truly feel happy for the happiness of strangers.
Xuan Meng rushed back to the restaurant. The dishes had already been served. The rich fragrance immediately attracted Xuan Meng's attention. In her eyes, there was only food and nothing else.
She buried herself in the food. With the addition of her friends, the meal was rather lively.
Snatching food and pecking at each other was also enjoyable to watch. Of course, it couldn't be compared to Wu Shou and the others.
When they finally collapsed on the ground while holding their stomachs, the two felt that they could only walk while leaning against the wall.
Ding Shao said, "How is it? It's delicious, right? I told you to come earlier, but you didn't believe me."
"It's indeed delicious. Head Chef Yuan's cooking is superb. I feel like nobody would dislike it. I was too busy before. But don't worry, I will be very free for a period of time," Xuan Meng had already made up her mind.
"Head Chef Yuan is the king of chefs in China and even in Asia. I think the same is true in Europe," said Ding Shao.
Now, she ate at least three meals a week at The Kitchen God. It wasn't much. On average, a meal cost around 300 yuan per person. With her salary, she could still afford it.
"I wonder if there is a Lychee Banquet. If there is, it must be very delicious." Xuan Meng revealed a yearning expression.
What Xuan Meng said was that all the dishes on the table were made of lychees. It was similar to the lychee dishes she ordered today, but it was different.
Because the banquet was basically the same, from the side dishes to the dessert, they were all made of lychees. Just thinking about it made Xuan Meng want to drool.
Xuan Meng also felt that the taste of the other dishes here was also quite good, but deep-rooted habits were hard to change. Her favorite dish was still the lychee dish.
"I know there's a banquet in the restaurant. It seems that we have to make a reservation in advance. We can ask," Ding Shao said.
The two of them were basically the last two or three customers. Therefore, the restaurant was a little empty now.
Xuan Meng became spirited when she heard that. But when she saw that Yuan Zhou was still busy, she knew it wasn't the best time. So she didn't say anything.
Finally, when Yuan Zhou sent them out, Xuan Meng found an opportunity.
"Boss, do you have a Lychee Banquet here?" Xuan Meng asked.
"Yes, we have Yunnan style and Cantonese style. You have to make a reservation one day in advance, and you have to have a valid reason," Yuan Zhou said professionally.
"Valid reason?" Xuan Meng was a little confused.
He had to have a reason to eat. As expected of a skilled chef, there were so many rules. But Xuan Meng didn't think it was a big deal. Masters all had their own personalities.
"My friend just arrived in Chengdu. I want to hold a Cantonese Lychee Banquet for her. Can we do it tomorrow?" Ding Shao said.
Her voice was sweet and soft, as if it was filled with sugar. It was refreshing in this summer evening.
Hearing that, Yuan Zhou directly nodded and said, "Okay. May I know if it's tomorrow at noon or at night?"
"Let's do it at noon," Xuan Meng looked at Ding Shao and said directly.
She knew that Ding Shao would go to work tomorrow. After that, Ding Shao could only be on time at noon. Besides, he had to work overtime in the evening. He definitely wouldn't be able to make it.
"No problem." Yuan Zhou directly recorded it down.
When Ding Shao and Wang Yao saw that they had settled tomorrow's lunch, they tactfully took their leave. The afternoon sun was white and dazzling, making people a little dizzy.
However, Taoxi Road was still bustling with people. Because the vendors had roofs to shade themselves from the sun, they basically didn't rest. The endless stream of people brought a lot of business.
After Yuan Zhou washed up, he directly went back to the kitchen. The cured meat and fish that were marinated in the morning were ready for the final step of smoking.
Smoking also needed to be done step by step. Now, Yuan Zhou was doing the preliminary smoking. He used the branches, leaves and rhizomes of oranges and dried orange peels. In this way, the meat could have the taste of oranges and could be stored for a longer time.
The smoking process was carried out in the kitchen. In the corner of the inner side of the kitchen, there was a one-meter space isolated by the system. There was a stand on the top of the space, and below it was a simple and crude stove that could be used to burn firewood. It was the place where the cured meat could be smoked.
"Pi Li Pa La"
After hanging the meat, Yuan Zhou ignited the firewood deftly. Due to the presence of oil, the firewood emitted a crackling sound. In just a little while, dense white smoke rose and directly surrounded all the cured meats, fish, ducks, and so on that were hung.
With the black technology of the system, the smoke would only be smoked around the meat and wouldn't go to other places. It wouldn't disturb people. It was simply a necessity for family travel and picnic.
Of course, outsiders wouldn't be able to buy it.
While Yuan Zhou was busy, a series of footsteps came from outside the restaurant. Then, the familiar figure of Cheng Zhao Mei appeared, followed by a familiar figure. The figure was tall and big with his back facing the sun. It was a little dazzling, so Yuan Zhou couldn't see it clearly.
"Master, did I disturb you?" Cheng Zhao Mei saw Yuan Zhou standing in the kitchen the moment she came in, so she asked carefully.
She had calculated that the opening hours had just ended. It wasn't the time for Yuan Zhou to start practicing other things, so there was a free half an hour in the middle.
Who knew that in order to smoke the cured meat, Yuan Zhou had entered the kitchen early today. It was also Cheng Zhao Mei's miscalculation.
"I'm not busy. What's the matter, Zhao Mei?" Yuan Zhou directly came out of the kitchen and stood by the partition.
Ever since Cheng Zhao Mei came back from France, she hadn't been to The Kitchen God for the past two days. She was really too busy. Not only did she have to deal with the matters of the restaurant, she also had to deal with some matters of the Sichuan Cuisine Association. With all these things piled up together, she wished she could grow eight hands to help.
Of course, the reason why Zhao Mei came to the restaurant today was also because she had some serious matters. Otherwise, she would still be cooped up in the association reading documents.
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