"Mr. Fang, please don't joke with me."
Guo Penghao changed his hostile attitude on the phone and became humble, polite, and elegant, which was in line with his temperament as the boss of a company.
There was also respect in his expression, which showed that he respected Mr. Fang from the bottom of his heart. Otherwise, he would not have restrained his temper in front of him.
Although Guo Penghao looked refined and polite, he was impatient. It could be said that he was like a firecracker that would explode at the slightest provocation. One could tell from his interaction with Lei Ti.
Mr. Fang's full name was Fang Yiming. It could be said that he was a classic example of a person who would amaze the world with a single brilliant feat. As the last successor of the head chef, his status was really high, and even Mr. Ma and the others respected him very much.
In the beginning, Fang Yiming was not interested in cooking. Unlike others who built the foundation at the age of three or five, he suddenly had a strong interest in cooking when he was a teenager and began to learn to cook to inherit the family's inheritance. As for the rumor that he learned to cook to please a peerless beauty, it was just an anecdote. Now, certainly, no one dared to ask Mr. Fang face to face.
He was very familiar with Mr. Ma and the others, but different from Mr. Ma who was disheartened and lived in seclusion in the mountains, Fang Yiming retired when he was old and wandered around. He planned to take advantage of his young age and still had good legs.
When the old man decided to leave, he was already 70 years old. He felt that his legs were still good, and it was true that he was in good spirits, so he said goodbye to his old friends and disciples and traveled everywhere. His footprints not only covered the land of Huaxia, but also many places abroad.
Mr. Fang, who had been trapped in the kitchen for most of his life, said that he wanted to enjoy different scenery in limited time, so he mostly went to scenic places of interest, or mountains and lakes.
He was in good spirits and dyed his hair black. If it were not for the ID card, no one would believe that Mr. Fang was 70 years old. People would even believe that he was 60 years old, so his journey was very smooth. This time, he suddenly decided to return to Huaxia after hearing some news from abroad about the Ankara Conference.
Before Yuan Zhou made a name for himself, Old Fang had already retired from his position and did not care much about the matters of the culinary world. Head Chef Yang invited people to the Conferred Blade Banquet, but he really did not manage to invite Old Master. Old Master simply said that he had retired and sent him away.
Yuan Zhou's craftsmanship was better than theirs, and his status was also higher than theirs. Since he refused, he naturally had no other choice. Therefore, Grandpa Fang had never seen Yuan Zhou before, nor had he heard of him.
After he became a hands-off boss, he didn't even ask about the small problems of his direct disciples. He was completely relaxed and immersed in the beautiful scenery. If he hadn't been paying attention to the news of the Ankara Conference that he wanted to attend, he wouldn't have known that they had invited Yuan Zhou to attend. From there, he learned some news about Yuan Zhou. After he returned to his base camp of Hui Cuisine, Yuan Zhou's name resounded like thunder in his ears.
As for how Lei Ti and Old Fang got together, there were many stories behind it. The most direct one was related to the recipe book that Lei Ti got.
Because of the quarrel with Guo Penghao, Lei Ti forgot to tell Guo Penghao that he would also have Hui Cuisine rice dumplings for breakfast tomorrow morning. By the time he remembered, he had already hung up the phone. Thus, he felt that he had regained some ground.
"Anyway, it's not that I don't want to tell you. It's Haozi himself who hung up the phone."
Sometimes, when middle-aged people were childish, they were really childish. They haggled over every little thing and fought until their faces turned red. For example, Fang Heng and Wang Hong almost got into a fight over the quota of drinking in the evening. It was just for the sake of bringing one more person or one less person. These were all trivial matters. However, when it came to the food cooked by Yuan Zhou, none of them were trivial matters.
The next day, when Lei Ti saw Guo Penghao bringing an old man to line up for breakfast, he had a complicated feeling. More importantly, when he was eating the rice dumplings for breakfast, he could clearly feel rows of knives stabbing into his body. If he could materialize it, he would probably have become a hedgehog.
In the end, during lunch, Lei Ti brought Guo Penghao and Old Fang to line up for lunch together. Obviously, he had paid for the lunch. As for whether he had paid for the dinner, it was still a mystery as it had not started yet.
"Alright, it's a deal. You can only order three dishes. Order them yourself. Of course, Old Fang can order as many dishes as he wants."
Lei Ti had probably stayed in Chengdu for a long time. He had even become adept at changing his expression. He definitely treated Guo Penghao and Fang Yiming differently.
Since Guo Penghao had taken advantage of him, he did not mind Lei Ti's differential treatment. Instead, he said to Fang Yiming, "The rice dumplings that Old Fang served this morning are not the pinnacle of Head Chef Yuan's culinary skills. Every dish of his is delicious. You can order whatever you like. If you can't finish it, it's okay. I can help."
He had an awe-inspiring and self-sacrificing look on his face. The only thing missing was that he patted his chest as a guarantee. His expression was very sincere.
Fang Yiming smiled, "Alright, no problem. I will have to trouble Little Guo when the time comes."
It was natural for someone who was older than Guo Penghao by dozens of years to call him Little Guo. Although the rice dumplings in the morning were amazing, he had eaten the ones personally made by Old Master Zhang. Moreover, it was made when he was at his peak. Therefore, it was not eye-catching. But just from the fact that Yuan Zhou could cook the eight major cuisines, Fang Yiming felt that Yuan Zhou was truly amazing.
The old man's culinary skills were also uncanny. However, he specialized in Anhui cuisine, and Huaxia couldn't say that Anhui cuisine could represent other cuisines or the whole country. Therefore, even though his culinary skills had reached the standard to attend the conference, it wasn't without reason that he didn't go.
As for Yuan Zhou, it was definitely a blow to him. After all, he was already one of the best culinary skills in the world. That was why he could attend the conference.
Fang Yiming did not know about this. For the time being, he was looking forward to it, but he was not very convinced.
Old Master Zhang felt that he did not do badly. Why couldn't he attend the conference? He was a little emotional, but he was used to being open-minded all his life. He just wanted to come and see for himself. He wanted to test Yuan Zhou and see how good he was. At the same time, he could help the younger generation. As the current top chef, there was nothing wrong with what he said, but there was a problem with the target.
When it came to Anhui Cuisine, Old Master Fang was naturally at his fingertips. He was very familiar with it. Therefore, both Guo Penghao and Lei Ti handed the task of ordering to him and let him order whatever he wanted.
Although Old Master Fang looked like he was smiling, he still followed the rules. He ordered three dishes for each person and that was it. He controlled the amount within a controllable range. Usually, he ordered two dishes, one meat and one vegetable. The portion was small, and a bowl of rice would be enough. Today, he added one more dish, so it was enough no matter what.
As for Lei Ti and Guo Penghao, he took Lei Ti's request to heart and did not order anything after ordering. Lei Ti and Guo Penghao did not try to persuade them. Anyway, if it was not enough, they could add more dishes. There was no need to force it. Yuan Zhou's skills were there for all to see.
When the first dish was served, Old Master Fang was looking around to observe the restaurant and Yuan Zhou after talking to Lei Ti and Guo Penghao.
Before he could carefully observe Yuan Zhou, the dish was already served.
Tiger-Skin Hairy Tofu. He had been cooking Anhui Cuisine for his entire life. Even though he had stopped cooking for a few years, the taste memory that was deeply engraved in his bones would not disappear so easily. When he smelled this familiar and unique fragrance, Fang Yiming immediately knew what this dish was.
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