"Head Chef Cao," Yuan Zhou greeted with a nod.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. This dish has to be cooked on the spot. It can be served the moment you arrive. It's not good to be late or early. That's why I didn't go to pick you up," Cao Zhishu explained while walking over.
That's right. According to Cao Zhishu's etiquette, he would personally go downstairs to pick him up.
However, there was a dish that had to be cooked on the spot. Therefore, for the sake of the best taste and the best taste for Yuan Zhou, Cao Zhishu didn't go downstairs.
"It's fine. The dish is more important." Yuan Zhou didn't mind such a trivial matter. Now that he was apologized, he naturally didn't feel anything.
"Head Chef Yuan is magnanimous. This way, please serve the appetizers." Cao Zhishu first said to Yuan Zhou with a smile before turning to the waiter at the side.
"Thank you," said Yuan Zhou.
"Don't mention it. When the appetizers are served, I have to personally go to the kitchen. Don't blame me for not accompanying you," Cao Zhishu laughed and said straightforwardly.
Yuan Zhou indicated that he had been eating alone for several years.
A friendly exchange couldn't be made into a competition. This was just right.
"No, he has a good character. He's quiet and focused," Yuan Zhou shook his head and said earnestly.
"People say Boss Yuan doesn't care about trifles. It seems to be true," said Cao Zhishu.
This time, Yuan Zhou didn't answer. He just nodded and followed Cao Zhishu into the private room.
As soon as he entered, he saw a painting of mountains and rivers. This was obviously the name of the private room, Dragon Gate Mountain.
The painting was done in ink and looked very artistic. It seemed to be the work of an expert.
"It's really the enjoyment of capitalism. Eating and appreciating paintings at the same time. My restaurant is much simpler. I just eat and don't have any tricks." Yuan Zhou thought secretly.
Actually, Yuan Zhou didn't think about it at all. Although the number of paintings of People Passing by A Small Restaurant and This Is Life couldn't be compared to Shu Restaurant, they were definitely more expensive.
Knock Knock.
Just as Cao Zhishu was explaining the menu for today, someone knocked on the door.
"Come in," Yuan Zhou said as Cao Zhishu stopped talking.
Two waiters, a man and a woman, came in. Both of them were dressed in traditional Chinese clothing, but at this time, they were wearing short clothes that were convenient for movement.
The male waiter carried the trays while the female waiter carried the dishes out and placed them on the table one by one. After the dishes were placed, the female waiter spoke.
"Here are six cold dishes. Please enjoy." After that, the two of them slowly retreated. They didn't report the names of the dishes. Yuan Zhou wasn't a guest, but an exchange, so they didn't have to go through this process.
"Thank you." Yuan Zhou nodded and sat down.
"Head Chef Yuan, I won't disturb you anymore. I'll go to the kitchen to heat up the dishes and bring them over," said Cao Zhishu.
"Yes, don't close the door." Yuan Zhou nodded and instructed.
"Alright." Cao Zhishu's grin widened. He nodded and left.
The moment he entered the room, Yuan Zhou noticed that if the door was open, he could see through the glass door of the kitchen without the curtains.
With his good eyesight, Yuan Zhou could see the neatly arranged pots and pans, as well as the stove that was as clean as new, as well as the busy chefs inside.
Yuan Zhou could see the kitchen, and the kitchen would naturally be able to see how Yuan Zhou ate. From this, they could understand each other.
This was also the most important reason why Cao Zhishu chose this room.
Yuan Zhou approved of such an arrangement. However, he felt that Cao Zhishu was quite thoughtful.
"What a cunning old fox. No, it should be the clever and quick-witted Head Chef Cao," Yuan Zhou muttered inwardly as he watched Cao Zhishu leave.
Of course, Cao Zhishu was also very satisfied with Yuan Zhou's initiative to not close the door.
"This Head Chef Yuan is truly an open-minded person," Cao Zhishu thought inwardly before walking into the kitchen.
After everyone left, Yuan Zhou shifted his gaze to the dishes. On the table were six plates of cold dishes arranged in a flower-like pattern.
However, the portion of each cold dish was very small, only enough for two mouthfuls. They were exquisite yet few.
Every plate had a different appearance depending on the food it contained.
For example, the Dried Tofu Mixed with Wild Mushrooms. Its plate was a piece of emerald green leaf, and the veins on the leaf could be seen clearly.
On the emerald green plate, brown and white pieces of dried tofu were cut into small cubes. Inside the cubes were some dark brown small mushrooms, which looked very appetizing.
Moreover, the portion of each dish was very small. With such a small portion, one would not only have an appetite, but would also have an appetite for the next dish. This was the correct way to open a cold dish.
Yuan Zhou did not stand on ceremony. He took out his own chopsticks and started tasting.
"Let's eat this Dried Tofu first," said Yuan Zhou.
The advantage of the taste-free chopsticks was that the taste wouldn't mix even if he picked up different dishes. For someone like Yuan Zhou, who had a sensitive sense of taste, this was simply good news.
Otherwise, it would be too troublesome to change a pair of chopsticks for each dish. Besides, it would take away the fun of eating.
"The main taste of the appetizer is slightly numb, slightly spicy and slightly sour. Besides, the sour taste seems to be fruit acid, which is similar to the taste that people in Guizhou usually use." Yuan Zhou savored the taste carefully.
Yuan Zhou could see the kitchen from where he was, but he couldn't see any waiters. Therefore, when someone carried the hot dish into the kitchen as soon as he finished eating the cold dish, Yuan Zhou was really surprised.
After all, Yuan Zhou had just finished eating the cold dish at that time. Since the hot dish was served so quickly, it could be said that the timing was very good.
Of course, Yuan Zhou, who was always calm and collected, naturally remained calm and collected. He nodded his head with a composed expression and then looked at the new dish.
"This is the special fried thumb ring made by the head chef. Please enjoy." The waiters reached out their hands and gestured to him. Then, they slowly backed out of the private room and went to a place where Yuan Zhou couldn't see them.
Yuan Zhou restrained himself from craning his neck to find out how that person appeared and disappeared so mysteriously.
"What kind of architectural knowledge is it?" Yuan Zhou tilted his head slightly and still didn't see the waiters in his sight.
"His observation skills are really good." Yuan Zhou drew his head back and said inwardly. The new dish was served after he finished eating.
"Fried thumb ring? Isn't it the favorite dish of the painter, Zhang Daqian? "Yuan Zhou happened to know this dish.
It was because of the lost dish, Mushroom Roasted Chicken Tail, that the system rewarded him.
The Mushroom Roasted Chicken Tail was Zhang Daqian's favorite dish. Therefore, Yuan Zhou read through Zhang Daqian's life and found out that this painter was also a person who loved to eat.
Besides, it was said that Zhang Daqian's culinary skills were even better than his painting skills. One should know that Zhang Daqian's painting skills were praised by Xu Beihong as the best in 500 years. When he traveled to the West, he was even called the Brush of the East.
Moreover, he was as famous as Picasso. It was not hard to imagine how outstanding his painting skills were.
Even so, some people still said that Zhang Daqian's culinary skills were also very good. Not only did he know how to eat, but he also knew how to cook.
"I wonder if it will have the same taste as Zhang Daqian, the painter." Yuan Zhou was quite expectant. He picked up the chopsticks and reached for the thumb ring.
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