"So that's the reason?" Wu Hai revealed a dumbfounded look.
"Exactly. That's the reason. Speaking of which, it's really the most expensive dish in history." A customer at the side nodded his head in a seemingly serious manner.
After all, Su Shi's treasured works of calligraphy were quite valuable. The original works of Su Shi had once appeared in an auction house in Hong Kong and the final price was 460 million RMB. Even so, there were still many rumors that proved it to be fake news.
The reason was that the price was too low. Su Shi's treasured works of calligraphy should be worth at least 1 billion RMB. Therefore, it was conceivable that this dish deserved the title of the most expensive dish in history.
"That's true. It can be exchanged for Old Master Su's treasured works of calligraphy. It's a pity that I wasn't born in that era." A customer sighed with emotion.
"You speak as if you were born in that era and knew how to cook this dish." A customer at the side straightforwardly ridiculed him.
"Yeah, I can't. I'm talking about Boss Yuan. If Boss Yuan was born in that era, he would have a room full of Old Master Su's treasured works of calligraphy." This customer was fairly smart. He straightforwardly brought out Yuan Zhou. "That's true.
With Boss Yuan's craftsmanship, I'm afraid even Old Master Su would exchange his treasured works of calligraphy for this dish. "The customer nodded his head and had the same feeling.
"Exactly. Boss Yuan's craftsmanship is so good that I want to find a boyfriend like him." A delicate-looking girl who was dressed simply said that.
"Haw-haw. I think he wants to find Boss Yuan." A customer let out a friendly laugh.
"Humph. That won't do. Boss Yuan belongs to all of us." Manman said mischievously at the side.
After the routine competition for Yuan Zhou, the customers resumed their passion for delicacies. However, there were more people ordering the Stir-fried Dongpo Dish this time.
It was quite attractive to eat the same dish as a celebrity, let alone the dish that the celebrity would exchange his treasured works of calligraphy for.
Yuan Zhou, who had just been competed for, was nevertheless cooking the dishes attentively. Even the topic of his girlfriend, which he was most interested in, couldn't divert his attention.
"No. 14, Taoxi Road, Chengdu. Well, this is indeed the address. But isn't it a little too small?" a young man murmured while staring at the Yuanzhou shop.
The man was wearing an ordinary woolen coat and black trousers. There was still some dust on his brown leather shoes, and the hem of his coat was wrinkled. He wore glasses and looked to be about 25 or 26 years old.
His face was squarish, giving off a sense of righteousness. His eyes were drooling, and his expression was not serious, making him look a lot more lively.
The man held the slip of paper in his hand and carefully checked the house number. He looked at the people lining up in front of the Yuanzhou shop and the people who seemed to be onlookers. He was a little puzzled.
Since there was no sign at the entrance of the Yuanzhou shop, the man wasn't sure, so he went up to ask people.
"Hello, is this a restaurant?" The young man spoke fluent Mandarin. He didn't seem to be from Chengdu.
The one who was asked happened to be Ma Zhida. Of course, he came here to eat the new dishes. After all, he was the Prince of New Dishes.
"Of course. This is the Yuanzhou shop. Of course, you can also call it The Kitchen God." Ma Zhida said proudly.
"Master Chef? What a great title. "The young man murmured inwardly, but still expressed his gratitude sincerely.
"Thank you. But there are so many people here." The young man said smilingly.
"Exactly. You are standing behind me. Have you already gotten a number?" Ma Zhida was a little puzzled.
Because the young man straightway stood behind Ma Zhida as if he were lining up.
"What number?" The young man asked with puzzlement.
"You are here for the first time, right? I thought you already got a number. Do you see the silver machine over there? You can get a number after swiping your ID card. "Ma Zhida was fairly patient and explained carefully.
"It's so troublesome." The young man murmured.
"What?" Ma Zhida didn't hear him clearly and asked.
"Nothing. Thank you." The young man shook his head and turned around to leave. When he prepared to get a number, he didn't hear what Ma Zhida said.
The place where Yuan Zhou was located really wasn't the most developed place in Chengdu. Moreover, there wasn't even a parking lot here. Those who came to eat here would either get a ticket or park their cars far away. Even so, there were still endless customers when it came to meal time.
However, the large number of people didn't mean that the facilities here were luxurious. There was no public toilet. The environment of the side street was really ordinary and there were only old houses on both sides.
"It's really great to hide from the world." The young man sighed with emotion.
"It seems that these capable people all like this." The young man immediately thought of Mr. Ma who lived in the remote Yanfeng Village.
That's right. This person knew Mr. Ma.
The young man's surname was Liu and his given name was Jianan, which wasn't a bad name. After all, his father was Jianguo and his elder brother was Jianjun. Don't ask him why they both had the same surname, Jian, even though they were of different generations.
There was a veteran soldier who had participated in the revolution in his family. Naturally, his name was derived from his patriotism. After all, his elder sister's name was Hongjun. Therefore, he felt lucky for his name.
"At least my name is like a boy's, unlike my elder sister's name is Hongjun. Humph." Liu Jianan ridiculed him.
Liu Jianan was 25 years old this year. He was still in his senior year in college and could be regarded as the youngest child in his family. His father was going to celebrate his 91st birthday soon. As he had already celebrated his 90th birthday last year, he wanted to keep a low profile this year.
However, if he wanted to celebrate his birthday at this age, there was no such thing as keeping a low profile. Moreover, Liu Jianan's father, Jianguo, was still in office. Therefore, it was necessary for him to have a simple birthday.
As the youngest child in his family, Liu Jianan had no money or power and didn't know what to send. Suddenly, he remembered that his father didn't have a good appetite recently because of his old age and poor digestion.
Because of this matter, Liu Jianan suddenly thought of Mr. Ma, namely, the former royal chef who retired. It would cause a great disturbance if he invited a chef who was still in office. Besides, as a college student, he really couldn't do that.
After all, he wasn't going to invite him in the name of his father. Therefore, Liu Jianan immediately thought of Mr. Ma.
He didn't know Mr. Ma. It was only by chance that he knew his address.
Since he had a goal, he naturally had the motivation. In his senior year, he didn't study much. Once he set his goal, he rushed to Yanfeng Village.
"F * ck you. This place is really shabby." It was the first sentence that Liu Jianan said after he got off the plane.
However, when he arrived at Yanfeng Village after a bumpy ride on the motorcycle for quite a while, Liu Jianan wanted to curse someone.
"Does this royal chef come here to live in seclusion? Why does he eat in such a remote place? "Liu Jianan complained while walking. He had never suffered hardships before.
Luckily, he was a little lucky. When he arrived at the village, Mr. Ma was in the village.
Liu Jianan didn't have anything else but his tenacity. Only after he pestered Mr. Ma for one month and seven days did he move him.
"I promise you. You can get out now." Mr. Ma said with his hands behind his back and his hair tidy. His voice was still as loud as before.
"Great. Then, Mr. Ma, are you going with me today or tomorrow?" Liu Jianan dropped the clothes in his hands and jumped up excitedly.
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