Although there was no sun in the morning, the weather was still very stuffy. Even though it was already the beginning of autumn, the heat was still there.
It was still hot at noon. After Ao Pelo and the others finished their exchange, there was a slight breeze. Occasionally, a gust of wind blew past, bringing a little coolness to the hot weather.
"It's time. We can go and line up." Ma Minghui had been looking at his phone, waiting for that moment to come.
Just as Ma Minghui's voice fell, a black shadow flashed in front of him as fast as lightning. Then, two figures appeared at the entrance of the restaurant not far away.
"This is the divine beast of the restaurant!" Although Ma Minghui had never seen Wu Hai, he inexplicably knew who it was.
Ao Pelo and the others were originally sitting on the chairs waiting for the time to come. At this moment, when they heard Ma Minghui's call, they moved quickly and directly went to the place where the line was. Of course, in the time it took to walk a few steps, there were no less than ten people in front of them, which showed the speed of the others.
Their movements were really fast, and their posture was very handsome!
Fortunately, they also came very quickly. Although they were a little slower because they were not familiar with it and definitely not because they were old, they still lined up in the first echelon, which was very good.
Just as Ma Minghui stood still, an uncertain voice came from behind, "Head Chef Ma?"
It was also a coincidence. According to the seniority of Ao Pelo and the others, Ma Minghui was definitely the youngest, so he stood at the back. It was Qiao Hongtao's last day to eat at The Kitchen God, so he came very early and lined up just behind Ma Minghui, also in the first echelon.
After more than a week in Chengdu, during which they also held several video conferences and signed many electronic documents, it was finally time to return to China.
Of course, Qiao Hongtao was reluctant to do that. After such a long period of influence, he was completely convinced by Yuan Zhou's culinary skills and hoped that he could eat Yuan Zhou's dishes every day. He even wished he could poach Yuan Zhou to open a restaurant in Singapore.
Of course, as soon as this delusion was born, it was suppressed by Wu Yungui, who knew about it. At the same time, Wu Yungui told him about Yuan Zhou's assets and his previous foolish attempt to poach Yuan Zhou. Then, Qiao Hongtao could only try to stay in Chengdu as long as possible.
Unfortunately, business waited for no man, so Qiao Hongtao was going back.
However, he didn't expect his luck to be so good. He actually saw someone who seemed to be Head Chef Ma Minghui.
Strictly speaking, Ma Minghui and Qiao Hongtao did not know each other. It was just that Ma Minghui was the representative of the new generation of Niangya Choy, and as a loyal fan of Niangya Choy, Qiao Hongtao knew Ma Minghui.
It was a pity that in the past two years when Ma Minghui's reputation rose, his business was too big. Either he succeeded in making a reservation but did not have the time to go, or he did not have the time to make a reservation. In the past two years, Qiao Hongtao really did not eat Ma Minghui's feminine dishes.
Previously, he felt that Yuan Zhou's Nigerian Cuisine was very authentic and only Ma Minghui could compete with it. However, this was based on the fact that the most famous Nigerian Cuisine chef in Singapore was Ma Minghui.
Of course, Tang Le and Opello definitely didn't count. Opello hadn't cooked in public for a long time. As for Tang Le, he worked in the Presidential Palace in Singapore, so he naturally wouldn't open a restaurant outside. Therefore, it was understandable that Qiao Hongtao's current perception was understandable.
Fortunately, Ma Minghui himself did not know that Qiao Hongtao had such thoughts. Otherwise, his legs would have gone soft.
When Ma Minghui heard someone call out to him, he reflexively turned around to look and realized that he didn't know who it was, so he politely looked at Qiao Hongtao.
"It's really Head Chef Ma. Nice to meet you. I'm Qiao Hongtao, also a Singaporean. I've heard of Head Chef Ma's name before. You're the master of Japanese cuisine. It's a pity that I haven't had the chance to taste it. It's a pleasure to meet you." As a businessman, social skills were a must. Naturally, Qiao Hongtao wasn't inferior.
"Hello, Mr Qiao." Ma Minghui felt a sense of familiarity when he heard that they were both Singaporeans.
It was like meeting an old friend in a foreign land. Tears welled up in one's eyes because they had been away from home for too short a time.
"Hahaha, hello, Head Chef Ma. I didn't expect that Head Chef Ma would also come to Head Chef Yuan's restaurant for a meal. Head Chef Yuan's Japanese Dishes are very authentic and delicious," Qiao Hongtao said with a smile.
"Um. I came here to accompany my master and Teacher's father," Ma Minghui said.
When Qiao Hongtao heard that Ma Minghui's master and Teacher's father were both here to eat Yuan Zhou's dishes, he took a few glances at them and felt that they all looked familiar. In his heart, he gave up on his previous guess.
None of those who could run such a big business were stupid. Naturally, they could infer some things from some small actions.
"The dishes cooked by Head Chef Yuan will definitely be very delicious. Head Chef Ma, you can try more of them. Not only Singaporean cuisine, but Chinese cuisine is also very good," Qiao Hongtao said as he gave Ma Minghui some examples of the dishes he had eaten before.
Although Qiao Hongtao wasn't a professional chef, he would still speak a few words after eating a lot of food. Although his words were somewhat dry, it didn't hinder Ma Minghui's interest.
"The Instant Pot Meatballs you mentioned sounds interesting. It's somewhat similar to Swedish Meatballs, but it should be different. You can give it a try. Head Chef Yuan's cooking will definitely be fine," Ma Minghui said.
Qiao Hongtao nodded his head like a chick pecking at grains, agreeing with Ma Minghui's opinion.
With Qiao Hongtao as an introduction, the two of them became more and more familiar with each other, and the topics they talked about became wider and wider. Of course, no matter how broad the topics were, they were all under the premise of Yuan Zhou. As they chatted, the two of them had a feeling of regretting not having met each other earlier.
Yuan Zhou's sharp eyes and ears had discovered Opello's group. Therefore, he was thinking of taking the initiative to let the Singaporean chefs get to know him better, for example, by making two teaching videos.
In fact, in China, Yuan Zhou would make videos of various domestic cuisines that he knew, but he didn't have any overseas ones yet.
I can try in this direction, Yuan Zhou thought inwardly.
Under such an atmosphere, dinnertime officially began.
As soon as Su Ruoyan's voice faded, the first group of customers quickly walked into the restaurant. Opello walked in front of the small group. When he saw Yuan Zhou nodding at him, he calmly walked to the table for four and sat down first.
It just so happened that the four of them could sit at a table. Qiao Hongtao also joined a nearby table and sat at a table for two.
The four of them didn't communicate with each other before ordering, but when they ordered, they all had a tacit understanding and ordered half of Singaporean cuisine and the other half Chinese cuisine.
For example, other than ordering the Roja that they had exchanged views with in the afternoon, Opello also ordered Chinese fried rice noodles and multicolored mushrooms.
As for Ma Minghui, he naturally ordered Singaporean cuisine and Chinese cuisine. Of course, the Chinese dishes he ordered were the ones that Qiao Hongtao had mentioned to him just now. For example, steamed meatballs.
When the first menu was handed to Yuan Zhou, dinnertime officially began.
"Ding Ling Clang"
Yuan Zhou busied himself in the kitchen. Some needed to be chopped, some needed to be sliced, and some needed to be put into the pot immediately.
Although it looked very messy, Yuan Zhou did it step by step. Even if his speed was as fast as lightning, it didn't affect the beauty of his movements.
Every time a dish was ready, Su Ruoyan would always deliver it to the customers. Then, it would be time to taste the delicacies.
Some of the customers were immersed in the delicacies alone, while others came with their friends. It was a lively scene. You eat my dishes, I eat yours, and they snatched each other's food happily.
There were also those who came specifically to practice their skill of snatching food. For example, Chen Xing. He brought someone with him today to practice his skill and strive to take down Rice Bucket Silver in one fell swoop. It could be said that he had put in a lot of effort.
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