In his heart, Yuan Zhou wanted to receive a mission similar to the Street Snack Gift Pack. He wanted to obtain a complete set of dessert making techniques and then push his dessert making to the peak. Currently, he felt that his dessert skills were still not good enough, except for those related to different cuisines.
When he heard Zhang Yan's suggestion, although he was embarrassed, Yuan Zhou still rejected it bluntly.
Looking at how serious Yuan Zhou was, Zhang Yan rubbed his stomach. He was already used to it. His stomach didn't even hurt anymore.
In truth, Yuan Zhou's incompetence had already surpassed the majority. To be more modest, it was 99% of the majority.
"Then I will look forward to Head Chef Yuan's dessert." Although Zhang Yan couldn't imagine what Yuan Zhou's dessert would look like, it didn't stop him from looking forward to it.
That was because Yuan Zhou had never disappointed anyone.
After discussing the important matters, there wasn't much else to talk about. Recently, however, Cheng Zhao Mei had been studying the cooking method of Duck Blood Curd.
It wasn't that Zhao Mei wasn't good at this dish. Rather, he wanted to improve it to fit the characteristics of all the cuisines in Sichuan Cuisine. In other words, he wanted to make a Duck Blood Curd that was unique to him, Zhao Mei.
In Fog City, Duck Blood Curd used to be a popular dish that could be found everywhere. But now, there weren't many that could be made well, let alone a dish that had its own characteristics.
Cheng Zhao Mei's goal was very ambitious. But now, he only had an idea. He didn't have any concrete ideas. The main reason was that this path was too difficult. Many people had never made a dish that was unique to them even after cooking for a lifetime. Moreover, Cheng Zhao Mei's Sichuan Cuisine wasn't at the peak.
With Yuan Zhou standing there, no one could say that their own cuisine had reached the peak. As long as they weren't as good as Yuan Zhou, they definitely hadn't reached the peak. Currently, Yuan Zhou was the ceiling of all cuisines.
Even those who didn't have their own cuisines were still asking for Yuan Zhou's help, because they believed that Yuan Zhou would definitely come up with their cuisines in the near future.
As for Cheng Zhao Mei, she wanted to try and develop her own dishes. Thus, she chose the more common dishes so that the contrast would be more obvious. Firstly, it was because she wanted to keep up with her master. Secondly, it was because she had recently encountered a bottleneck in her Sichuan Cuisine and was unable to make any progress. Thus, she decided to take a different approach and try to see if there would be any effect from other directions.
Of course, this idea was done with the consent of Yuan Zhou in advance. Yuan Zhou had always been in charge of the learning progress. Even though Cheng Zhao Mei had finished her apprenticeship, she was still used to reporting to Yuan Zhou if there was any problem.
"Master, I feel that there's no problem with the amount of each ingredient I make this time, but the tenderness level is still not uniform. I feel that it's not on the same line," Cheng Zhao Mei said.
"The tenderness of the ingredients is related to the order in which the ingredients are placed. Since you know this, why don't you focus on this aspect?" Yuan Zhou said directly.
"Uh … I'm afraid that I'll be stuck in a dead end," Cheng Zhao Mei answered.
"There's no need to be stuck in a dead end. There's no problem with this direction," Yuan Zhou said directly.
"Alright, Master. I understand," Cheng Zhao Mei nodded her head. After thinking about it carefully, she would be able to better understand the characteristics of each ingredient.
She was walking steadily now, but there was still a long way for her to go before she could reach a high level in her culinary skills like Yuan Zhou.
After changing her direction recently, Zhao Mei clearly felt that she had returned to the feeling when she was a first-year apprentice. She had gained a lot and thus placed great importance on this learning experience.
As for Zhang Yan, he played the role of a passerby who was drinking tea. When he finally remembered that he wanted to talk to Yuan Zhou about his recent troubles with Sichuan Cuisine, the time had come.
It was time for Yuan Zhou to prepare the ingredients for lunch. Therefore, Zhang Yan could only swallow his words and drink a full cup of tea before bidding farewell to Cheng Zhao Mei.
The two of them didn't leave. It wasn't easy to come here. No matter what, they had to have lunch in the restaurant before leaving. If they didn't eat, they would feel as if they couldn't leave.
Of course, it was a valid reason for Zhao Mei to eat the Duck Blood Curd made by her master to get the feeling.
However, as the queuing time hadn't started yet, the two of them sat on the long bench under the eaves and waited for the start of the queuing time.
"The business in Yuan's restaurant is getting better and better now." With a glance, Zhang Yan saw no less than 10 people who had the same purpose as them. They were all waiting for lunch.
It was only a little past 10: 00 pm. There was still about an hour before the start of the queuing time. At this time, there were already so many people waiting. It could be estimated that as time went by, more people would come.
"Master's culinary skills are getting better and better. This is normal," Cheng Zhao Mei said.
"What you said makes sense. The whole goat banquet made by Yuan Zhou a few days ago was really amazing," Zhang Yan replied.
With his status, he had eaten a lot of delicacies. However, only the food made by Yuan Zhou could give him an endless aftertaste. He couldn't help but admit that it was already the era of Yuan Zhou.
Just when Cheng Zhao Mei and Zhang Yan were chatting and waiting for the time to pass, the arrival of a man attracted their attention.
It wasn't because of the man's clothes. He was wearing casual clothes and looked very ordinary. His facial features were quite handsome. However, he was already about 40 years old. He had the charm of a mature uncle and was very popular with young girls.
These were not the things that caught the attention of Cheng Zhaomei and the other two men. What they noticed was a relatively small and delicate waist drum hanging on his waist. It was thin in the middle and large at both ends, with a red lacquer surface and a beige drum surface. Looking at the glossy surface, it was obvious that this drum was often used.
Next to it were two drumsticks as long as a man's forearm. They were decorated with red feathers and looked very delicate.
It was the first time that they saw a man walking around casually with a drum hanging on his waist. Cheng Zhao Mei and Zhang Yan looked at him curiously and felt it was quite novel.
Of course, the main reason was that it was boring to wait and he had to find something to do to kill time. Otherwise, if he kept thinking about the delicacies cooked by Yuan Zhou, it would be bad if he accidentally drooled.
"Is he an opera singer?" Cheng Zhao Mei guessed.
He was quite knowledgeable about cooking, but he didn't have any opinion on other things. Unless he asked about the characteristics of the ingredients and the place of origin, he could give a clear and logical answer.
"I'm not sure. It feels like he's playing drums. Did Yuan hire him to perform in the pub?" Zhang Yan said.
Although he hadn't been to the restaurant recently, it didn't mean that he wasn't well-informed. He had long known that there were many new programs added to the pub. Although it wasn't wine and dishes, it was still worth watching.
Moreover, everyone thought that since there were already more programs, it wouldn't be long before there were more dishes and new wine.
The customers were also quite enthusiastic about the programs. Of course, it was also related to the high quality of the programs selected by Yuan Zhou.
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