Yang Shuxin, who was thousands of miles away, had no idea what was happening in the Yuanzhou shop. After all, his purpose of surfing the internet had always been very clear. He only looked at things related to ice sculptures.
Since he had already decided to go to Chengdu, he wouldn't read any news about Yuan Zhou. Naturally, he wouldn't know that Yuan Zhou was sick and that Yuan Zhou had become a master of cooked wheaten food.
Yang Shuxin took out his phone and called his son. Today was Saturday. According to his request, Yang Wancheng should be studying in the dormitory at this time.
That's right. Even though his son was already in college, Yang Shuxin still strictly arranged his son's time so that Yang Wancheng wouldn't be like those kids who would be led astray the moment they entered college.
"Wan Cheng, have you completed today's task?" Yang Shuxin asked about the task assigned by him.
"Dad, you called to ask about this?" Yang Wancheng pressed the phone's receiver and walked to a quiet place.
"What else?" Yang Shuxin glared at him and said discontentedly.
"I'm done. Put it down. I'll recite it to you during the holidays." Yang Wancheng sounded a little impatient.
"Okay. Help me book a ticket to Chengdu. Also, book a hotel for me." Only then did Yang Shuxin nod his head in satisfaction. Then, he stated his purpose.
"Dad, are you going to go in person?" Although Yang Wancheng had expected that Yang Shuxin would be tempted, he didn't expect it to be so soon.
"Yes, we'll book it for tomorrow." Yang Shuxin nodded.
"Dad, I think you may need to stay in Chengdu for a few more days. How about I book a hotel for you for ten days?" Yang Wancheng was delighted when he heard the affirmative answer and immediately said.
"It won't take that long." Yang Shuxin was confident in his reputation in the ice sculpting world.
"It's like this. The person I introduced to you is called Yuan Zhou. He is a famous chef …" Yang Wancheng was about to explain Yuan Zhou's identity, but he was interrupted by Yang Shuxin before he could finish.
"I know that. With his talent in ice sculpting, it would be a waste of time if he didn't sculpt ice and cook dishes." Yang Shuxin was still a little discontented when he spoke of that.
After all, ice sculptors not only had to be able to endure hardships, but they also had to be talented. After all, it was an art. If one didn't have talent, he or she would only be a second-rate artist. Therefore, Yang Shuxin couldn't bear to see others wasting their talent.
"It's not like that. Boss Yuan's culinary skills are superb. He's very famous in the culinary world. Moreover, he's recognized as the Master of Cooked Wheaten Food." Yang Wancheng finally seized the opportunity to say this.
"Is that so?" Yang Shuxin frowned and pondered.
Yang Wancheng was a little anxious when his father didn't say anything. He turned his phone around and waited for a while. When there was still no response, he said, "But I don't think there's no chance of success. After all, your Nine Dragon Sculpture is very attractive."
Yang Wancheng said this very carefully. He was afraid that his father would give up on going to Chengdu.
That's right. Yang Wancheng had recommended Yuan Zhou because his father really needed the help of such a talented ice sculptor. Secondly, it was for his own purposes.
"Besides, I think apart from Chef Yuan, no one else has the ability to sculpt a dragon," Yang Wancheng continued persuading his father carefully.
"I think as long as you are serious and sincere, you will definitely succeed," Yang Wancheng said.
"I know. You don't have to worry about me. Just do as I say. I know what to do with Chef Yuan," Yang Shuxin said.
"Ok. I'll book a plane ticket for you tomorrow," Yang Wancheng said.
"Ok, go ahead," Yang Shuxin agreed.
"How many days should I book the hotel for?" Yang Wancheng continued asking.
"Ten days first. I'll pay a visit to Zhou Shijie and ask him to recommend me," Yang Shuxin suddenly brought out his plan.
"Yeah, yeah. Uncle Zhou is the chairman of China Chefs' Alliance. With his recommendation, you will definitely succeed," Yang Wancheng immediately echoed.
"Ok. That's all. Study hard at school. Don't be too jumpy. Finish the books I asked you to read on time," Yang Shuxin continued instructing.
At the other end of the phone, Yang Wancheng let out a sigh of relief and agreed to his father's instructions in a rare kind tone.
Hearing that his son was still as sensible as before, Yang Shuxin hung up the phone contentedly and prepared to call Zhou Shijie again.
"Where's this old guy's phone number?" Yang Shuxin started to search for Zhou Shijie's phone number.
As a master of ice sculpting, Yang Shuxin was at the same level as Zhou Shijie. The two of them got to know each other because Zhou Shijie needed an ice sculpture to serve as a dish container when he came to Ice City. That was how they got to know each other.
Their relationship wasn't bad. They would chat with each other during Chinese New Year and other festivals. However, due to the unique conditions of ice sculpting in Ice City, Yang Shuxin seldom went to Chengdu to visit Zhou Shijie.
Soon, Yang Shuxin found Zhou Shijie's phone number and dialed it directly.
On Saturday, Zhou Shijie was at home when his phone rang.
When he saw the name, Zhou Shijie was a little surprised. "Why is this old guy calling me at this time?"
However, Zhou Shijie didn't think too much and picked up the call.
"Brother Zhou, long time no see," Yang Shuxin greeted.
"Why? Is this old guy calling me to give me an ice sculpture to play with?" Zhou Shijie didn't stand on ceremony and teased him in a familiar tone.
"It's not impossible. I'll visit you in a few days," Yang Shuxin said.
"That's strange. You're coming to Chengdu and you even promised to give me an ice sculpture?" Zhou Shijie asked in surprise.
Zhou Shijie couldn't be blamed for being surprised. After all, he had invited Yang Shuxin in the past but was basically rejected. Giving him an ice sculpture was something that had never happened before.
In Yang Shuxin's opinion, Zhou Shijie didn't know anything about ice sculpting. It would be a waste to give him an ice sculpture. That was why Zhou Shijie teased him.
"I have something that I need your help with." Yang Shuxin had put in a lot of effort for his Nine Dragon Sculpture.
"What's the matter?" Zhou Shijie asked straightforwardly.
"Is that chef named Yuan Zhou a member of your Chef's Association?" Yang Shuxin asked.
"You mean Brat Yuan? Of course. Why do you ask?" Zhou Shijie didn't think of his Nine Dragon Sculpture for a moment and asked subconsciously.
"That's good. I've seen his ice sculpture and it's extremely outstanding. I want to ask him to help me sculpt the Nine Dragon Sculpture," Yang Shuxin let out a sigh of relief and then said.
"Nine Dragon Sculpture? It's useless for you to tell me. "Zhou Shijie raised his vigilance.
"First, there's Steamed Bun Ji from the field of cooked wheaten food. Now, there's an ice sculpture. This Brat Yuan is really good at everything. He's like the meat of Tripitaka. Everyone wants to have a bite of him." Zhou Shijie thought helplessly.
"Leaving other things aside, it's not a big deal for me to introduce you to you as a friend. But the sculpting still needs Yuan's approval," Zhou Shijie said straightforwardly.
"Thank you, Brother Zhou." Yang Shuxin thanked him.
"Don't thank me so quickly. I haven't finished yet," Zhou Shijie said angrily.
"Please go ahead." Yang Shuxin held the phone in his hand patiently.
"As the chairman of the Chef's Association, I don't agree with Yuan sculpting that annoying (inexplicable) ice sculpture. Yuan is very talented in culinary skills. It's just a waste of time to sculpt that." Zhou Shijie didn't give face to Yang Shuxin at all.
Zhou Shijie had thought it through very well. Even if Yuan Zhou agreed to sculpt the ice sculpture, he had to let Yang Shuxin know that Yuan was a member of the Chef's Association and that being a chef was the right thing to do.
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