Yuan Zhou felt that he had fallen into depravity recently. In order to maintain a good figure, he basically didn't eat after nine o 'clock at night. The reason was simple. Digestion usually took two to three hours. Since he had to wake up early, Yuan Zhou didn't sleep too late. If he couldn't digest it, it would turn into fat.
Once he thought of the fact that it was so late at night … Yuan Zhou heaved a heavy sigh. He decided to start controlling his diet. Otherwise, it would be terrible for his figure of eight packs.
In order to relieve the depression in his heart, he took a stack of newspapers from the table, such as Chengdu Delicacies, Today's Gourmet Reviews, Sichuan Cuisine, and so on. More than ten newspapers were all about delicacies and cuisines. They were the latest ones and had just been delivered this morning.
[Yuan Zhou, the famous chef of Sichuan Cuisine. I don't think this description is appropriate. Yuan Zhou should be a chef from Sichuan. If someone asks me which chef in our country is world-renowned, I will undoubtedly praise Yuan Zhou! ]
"The editor is Chen Ming. He is indeed worthy of his surname. People with the surname Chen have good taste. No wonder he could produce a famous general like Chen Qing Zhi." Yuan Zhou used a pair of scissors to cut out this part of the newspaper. He cut out all the news that praised him and kept them. When he bought a big house, he would specially empty a room and hang them up.
[As a foodie and food reporter, I have long wanted to do a private interview with such a great chef in Sichuan. However, Boss Yuan is a mysterious person. He rejected me three to four times.
Coincidentally, when I tried to invite him again a few days ago, Boss Yuan actually agreed. Since he agreed, I wanted to do a unique interview. I decided not to ask Boss Yuan any questions. I would observe by myself. Then, I hid in Yuanzhou shop for three days and found a problem.
Today, we won't talk about cooking. Everyone in Sichuan knows about Boss Yuan's cooking. I will talk about another detail I found.
Every time Boss Yuan cooked a dish, he would wash his hands more than five times. It was very tedious, even if it was two identical dishes. Boss Yuan's standard level of washing hands could be directly used as a demonstration.
Also, Boss Yuan would never grow his nails. He would check them every morning and cut off any that were slightly longer.
Also, Boss Yuan didn't have any kitchen helpers. From washing the vegetables to cutting the vegetables, he did it all by himself. There were many small details like these.
Three days later, I couldn't help but ask Boss Yuan, "Why did you have to cook so much? Even if I hired a chef, I wouldn't be able to cut and wash the vegetables as well as you did. But it wouldn't affect the taste." There were also things like fingernails and washing hands. It looked like he was a neat freak.
"Even if you wash the vegetables well or not, it will only affect the taste by 0.1 points. It's very miniscule, to the point that you might not even notice it. Cutting vegetables will affect the taste by 0.1 points. Washing hands before cooking will affect the taste by 0.1 points. Personal hygiene will affect the taste by 0.1 points. The maintenance of kitchenware will affect the taste by 0.1 points. This is already 0.5 points, which is half a point. It's too much. "
It was a simple principle. Many a little makes a mickle. Now, I knew why many chefs I had interviewed had so many rules when cooking. It wasn't because they were old-fashioned and conservative. A small detail couldn't be noticed, but a lot of them could change the taste of a dish.
Boss Yuan had used this principle to the extreme. That's why I believed he would stand out in the Sino-Japan Exchange Conference. ]
"Yeah. This young man has a good eye." Yuan Zhou cut the newspaper again and nodded earnestly.
There were less than ten copies of the newspaper. Yuan Zhou finished reading them very quickly.
However, after reading the compliments, Yuan Zhou didn't immediately go online to search for other content. Instead, he first read books about cooked wheaten food. This had become his habit.
While Yuan Zhou was checking the task, the public in Wuhai was furious.
Yes, the public was furious.
[Sigh. It can't be helped that he's so handsome. The early bird gets the good food.] From Wuhai Is Extremely Handsome Today.
Wuhai changed his online name again. It was a very narcissistic one.
[Crazy early in the morning.] From Manman Who's Tired as a Dog.
[Exactly. It's rare to see you get up so early. But don't be so crazy. Go to sleep.] From Jiang Changxi, the Queen.
[Crazy.] From Ling Hong.
[Good morning, Brother Wu. Good morning, Sister Jiang. Good morning, Sister Manman. Good morning, Brother Ling Hong.] From Mu Xiaoyun, the Legal Loli.
By the way, the name Mu Xiaoyun wasn't chosen by herself. It was given by Jiang Changxi.
[I know you guys are jealous of me. After all, I'm too handsome. That's why I get such a reward. You mortals don't get it.] From Wuhai Is Extremely Handsome Today.
[By the way, if you don't understand, you can check your WeChat Moments.] From Wuhai Is Extremely Handsome Today.
After hearing what Wuhai said, everyone felt strange.
One ought to know that Wu Hai basically lived according to American time. Apart from Boss Yuan's breakfast, nobody could wake him up. But today, he woke up abnormally. Now, he even wanted everyone to go and see his friend who had been writing chapters every 10,000 years.
Everyone in the WeChat group, who were up, went to take a look.
Wuhai rarely updated his WeChat Moments. When he opened it, he saw six rows of photos with words.
"I was woken up by my handsomeness early in the morning. I only said Happy New Year, and Boss Yuan gave me such a big gift. Alas, is it because I'm too handsome? But don't be too jealous. Let's go. "
They clicked on the big picture. It was a meal ticket hand-drawn by Yuan Zhou. The front, the back, and the distance were all very clear.
[F * ck, f * ck, f * ck. Three f * ck's are not enough to express my feelings. The meal ticket is real? It's from Boss Yuan's restaurant? Or is it a New Year's gift?] The golden shimmering Ling Hong typed out three questions in a row.
[Whether it's real or not, I won't kill you if you give me the ticket.] From Queen Jiang Changxi.
[Whether it's real or not, I won't kill you if you give me the ticket.] From Dog-Tired Manman.
[Ditto.] From Golden Ling Hong.
[Hehe, you want my ticket? Dream on. The handsome guy has gone back to sleep.] From Wuhai Is Extremely Handsome Today.
After sending this message, Wuhai turned off his phone. When he lay down, he couldn't help but say with a smile.
"Tsk, tsk. Running away after acting cool. How exciting."
Wuhai, who had run away, didn't know that everyone in the WeChat group was going to visit Yuan Zhou right now.
They had planned to go a little later. After all, it was just past seven o 'clock. It was a little early to visit Yuan Zhou.
However, when they saw the gift that Wuhai received, they felt it was better to visit Yuan Zhou earlier.
With so many people paying attention to him, Yuan Zhou, who was reading a book, suddenly sneezed. Before he could figure out whether it was a good thing or a bad thing, the system suddenly popped up.
Yuan Zhou was a little surprised. After all, when he got up and said Happy New Year, the system didn't even reply.
The system displayed, "Congratulations, host. The gift package is available to be received."
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