During business hours, Yuan Zhou had always abided by his principles. He would not be distracted by other things. Those he nodded to were either his best friends or his seniors. Otherwise, if he only nodded to each person, he would probably waste all his time nodding and might even lose his head.
Tan Mingxin and Qiu Minglu obviously knew this. They nodded and sat down as well. As they had entered the restaurant earlier, they chose a table for two. As they were getting older, they felt it was safer to sit at a table than at the bar counter.
"What do you want to eat?" Qiu Minglu asked Tan Mingxin while considering which ethnic dishes he would like to eat.
He was proficient in eight ethnic cuisines. If he ordered all of them, he would definitely not be able to finish them all. There was a rule in the restaurant that if he couldn't finish all the dishes, he would be blacklisted. Furthermore, he couldn't take the dishes away.
As Yuan Zhou became more and more famous, the rules of the restaurant became more and more familiar. Anyone who came to the restaurant for a meal, even if it was their first time, would want to read the rules of the restaurant so that they wouldn't be able to eat at the restaurant if they accidentally stepped on a landmine.
It was also because of the bloody lessons of their predecessors that everyone was extra vigilant. Many people on Taoxi Road were tourists. Therefore, as long as they could afford it, many tourists liked to line up at the restaurant to eat.
In the past, many people came by themselves without knowing the rules. They ordered a lot of dishes on a whim, thinking that they could take the dishes away if they couldn't finish them. They didn't read the rules carefully and could only taste the bitter fruit of their actions. If that happened, they would truly be blacklisted and wouldn't be able to eat at the restaurant in the future.
There was more than one person who did this. All of them wanted to take the dishes away. Unfortunately, reality was cruel. Many of them regretted their decision and used themselves as an example to be active in the various websites and groups of the restaurant. First, they wanted to warn others not to make unnecessary mistakes. Second, they hoped to have a chance to get off the blacklist.
Although the chance was slim, there was still hope if they didn't do it. This was especially true for those who had tasted Yuan Zhou's dishes but couldn't eat them again. It was necessary to leave some reminders for them.
Those who came later had learned the lessons of their predecessors. They were absolutely familiar with the rules related to their own interests. Even Qiu Minglu had memorized the rules before coming here.
"I have ordered two dishes previously. They are Tan Family Cuisine's Kungfu Dishes. I want to try the dishes cooked by Head Chef Yuan."
Tan Mingxin couldn't just not answer the question. He could only answer honestly. Even if he didn't say it, he would know in a while.
Qiu Minglu gave his old friend a meaningful look. He finally knew why Qiu Minglu was a little reluctant before.
"Then I'm really lucky today," Qiu Minglv said.
When Su Ruoyan came to order, Qiu Minglu directly ordered the first few ethnic dishes on the menu. Since he couldn't decide, he would order in order.
"Stir-fried pickled cabbage in cold water, Zhuang white cut chicken, and bird's fowl. That's all."
"I've already booked them. I can just go in now," Tan Mingxin said hurriedly.
After Su Ruoyan nodded her head to indicate that she understood, she handed the menu to Yuan Zhou. Before Qiu Minglu had time to argue with Tan Mingxin about the reservation, his thoughts were disrupted by a whiff of fresh and fragrant smell.
"It smells so good," Qiu Minglu sniffed and his attention was completely attracted by the fragrance.
Tan Mingxin let out a sigh of relief. After sniffing, he found the smell very familiar. When he turned around, he saw a waiter walking over with a bowl.
When he got closer, he could see the bowl was filled with a crystal clear broth that was thick and mellow. There were also white mashed garlic and other ingredients inside. This was the classic Beijing Cuisine snack, Stir-fried Liver.
The most traditional way to eat Stir-fried Liver was to suck it while circling around the bowl. After that, the bowl full of Stir-fried Liver wouldn't be in danger of spilling out.
"Slurp"
After Tan Mingxin got the bowl of Stir-fried Liver, he did exactly that. He first sucked it around. The broth was crystal clear, the pig intestines were fat and soft, and the liver was tender and fragrant. It was light but not greasy, mellow, and delicious. The taste was excellent.
Even though he had eaten soy milk and Jiao Lu in the morning, the Stir-fried Liver was still amazing.
"Isn't it unfair of you to take the bowl and not share some? I was prepared to share some with you when the dishes I ordered are served," Qiu Minglu said confidently.
Tan Mingxin didn't want to share, but he was also curious about the dishes Qiu Minglu had ordered previously. If he didn't share some with him, he would definitely not get a share when the dishes were served. Therefore, he could only reluctantly share some with Qiu Minglu.
Qiu Minglu picked up a diamond-shaped slice of pork liver and put it into his mouth. The surface was covered with a layer of clear broth, tasty and mellow. The pork liver inside was soft, tender, and smooth, without a trace of the internal organs' peculiar smell. The processing was quite good.
"Soft, tender, and exceptionally tasty. The fragrance lingers in my mouth after eating, completely without the usual fishy smell of pork liver. This is truly an excellent technique," Qiu Minglu praised as he ate.
"Of course. Do you think Head Chef Yuan's culinary skills are just for show?" Tan Mingxin rolled his eyes at Qiu Minglu.
"Which dishes did you order?"
Qiu Minglu had originally thought that he would know when the dishes were served. But now that he had eaten the Stir-Fried Liver, he couldn't wait to know what other delicious dishes would be served.
"Clear Broth Bird's Nest and Ma Lang Steamed Bun. These two," Tan Mingxin said.
"They're all good stuff," Qiu Minglu's eyes lit up, looking forward to it even more.
There was never a time when Yuan Zhou's dishes were bad. It was not uncommon for two good friends to almost fight each other because of the unequal distribution of delicacies.
This restaurant was not only a place of friendship, but also a place of love and kinship. If one wanted to know whether the relationship was good or not, one had to come to this restaurant and see if one could make one eat more of Yuan Zhou's delicacies.
The better Yuan Zhou's culinary skills were, the higher the status of The Kitchen God and the more prestige he had. It was only natural that he would be regarded as a standard by all kinds of people.
With the arrival of Tan Mingxin and Qiu Minglu, the prelude to the recruitment of the last nominal disciples of China's Cuisine began. Up until now, Yuan Zhou had recruited all the nominal disciples of China's Cuisine.
Although it was over in China, there were still a lot of people who were crying piteously for food internationally. In the following days, Cheng Zhao Mei and Xu Ban were very busy. They were busy putting Yuan Zhou's concept into practice.
Inspired by Qiu Minglu and the others, Yuan Zhou felt that it wasn't a good idea to recruit nominal disciples one by one. Moreover, he couldn't be too biased. As the Kitchen God, he couldn't treat everyone equally. No matter what, he had to treat everyone equally.
After the issue of China's Cuisine came to an end, Yuan Zhou proposed to set up a Yuan Society to select the talented chefs around the world who were willing to work hard and improve their culinary skills. After joining the society, they would have the opportunity to listen to Yuan Zhou's lecture once a month.
Of course, what Yuan Zhou proposed was just a concept and a general framework. For example, it was open to the whole world, regardless of nationality. As for the age, it was divided into three stages: youth, middle-aged, and old. Also, it was held once a month, but the quota had to be rotated once a year. Even if the chefs didn't work hard, they might be kicked away by the latecomers. In this way, it could effectively guarantee that there wouldn't be anyone who didn't work hard.
Of course, the specific rules would be discussed by Xu Ban, Cheng Zhao Mei, and then given to Yuan Zhou to choose. Even the name of the Yuan Society was decided by them. Although Yuan Zhou felt a little ashamed, he didn't dwell on this matter since he was the one who organized the society.
After making sufficient preparations in advance, Cheng Zhao Mei, Xu Ban, and Yuan Zhou also put in a lot of effort. Three months later, the first Yuan Society officially began.
At this point in the history of the world, the major organization that promoted the development of the culinary world was finally unveiled. It made a great contribution to the cultivation of outstanding chefs generation after generation.
History had also left a deep impression on it, causing many Yuan Zhou scholars to be more interested in this association that had influenced generations of chefs as soon as it appeared. Many experts from various countries had analyzed this association in simple terms. Unfortunately, none of them could figure out what had prompted Yuan Zhou to make such a selfless contribution.
"Congratulations, Sir Host, for completing the ultimate mission and directly becoming the God of Cookery!"
After the Yuan Society successfully organized the first Yuan Society, the system set off fireworks in Yuan Zhou's mind. It was colorful and gorgeous, but it couldn't hide the eye-catching line of words. The wild handwriting showed the system's excitement at a glance.
Of course, it should be excited. Yuan Zhou had completed the mission to become the God of Cookery when he wasn't even forty yet. It was an incredible thing. It wasn't as simple as being bound to a system.
Yuan Zhou had done such a thing. The system sincerely felt that it was lucky to be bound to Yuan Zhou. It was definitely the best thing it had done since becoming a system.
"I've finally achieved my goal."
Yuan Zhou raised his eyes to look at the wanton clouds in the sky. He was neither excited nor nervous. He had a feeling that success would come naturally. He had expected it. It was just that the dust had settled.
"I've completed the mission. Little comrade system, what do you plan to do in the future?"
Although he had completed the mission, Yuan Zhou was still full of ambition. This wasn't the end, but another starting point. He would set sail again and learn without end.
Feeling the vigorous conviction in Yuan Zhou's heart, the system displayed, "I'll accompany the host in the future and record all the dishes created by the host, the knife skills created by the host, and all the other culinary techniques so as to update the database of the system."
It was obvious that the system had taken Yuan Zhou as a target to collect information. This was the most implicit acknowledgement of the system!
"Then let's work hard together!" Yuan Zhou was full of confidence.
"Blockhead, come here. Look at the banner here. Do you need to move it a little more to the left?"
In the distance, Yin Ya called out to Yuan Zhou loudly. There was a comfortable smile on her pretty and bright face. The corners of her eyes and the tips of her eyebrows were all filled with happiness. It was obvious that she was very satisfied with her life.
"Coming."
After replying, Yuan Zhou strode towards Yin Ya. That place was bustling with noise and excitement, but the destination he was heading for was another destination.
The starting point and the destination were all dead. It was up to the human himself how to think.
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