"Can't be too numb or spicy? Interesting, "Yuan Zhou said inwardly.
Just as the door closed, Yuan Zhou already had the answer to this question in his heart.
"No wonder he asked Zhao Xin to pass the message." Yuan Zhou felt warmth in his heart.
Cao Zhishu's message was actually a favor to Yuan Zhou. Even Zhou Shijie didn't know about the taste test.
After all, although Zhou Shijie was the president, he wasn't a participating chef. Only the chefs participating in the competition knew about this trick.
Letting Zhao Xin tell Yuan Zhou about this trick was probably a way for Cao Zhishu to make up to Yuan Zhou.
"These people are really sparing no effort to promote Sichuan Cuisine," Yuan Zhou sighed.
That's right. The reason why the participating dishes couldn't be too numb or spicy was naturally to promote Sichuan Cuisine. After all, the spicy taste was the favorite taste of the people from Sichuan.
However, the people from other provinces couldn't stand the spicy taste. In order to promote Sichuan Cuisine, the spicy taste was probably what those people wanted to sacrifice.
"Sichuan Cuisine that isn't spicy isn't Sichuan Cuisine," Yuan Zhou said.
"Adapting to the spicy taste of the people from other provinces. It's a good theme," Yuan Zhou thought.
He was participating in this competition because he wanted to cook authentic Sichuan Cuisine. Of course, he had to win. After all, this was related to his reward.
It couldn't be said that Yuan Zhou wasn't being conservative. He had the confidence to do so.
"I have a lot of work to do recently. I need to sleep an hour less at night," Yuan Zhou decided to go upstairs and study Three Fragrance to the Ocean. 72 hours wasn't much.
When he closed the door and went upstairs, Yuan Zhou adjusted his schedule while washing his hands. He didn't find it troublesome and put on a mask and gloves. Yuan Zhou didn't know if his breathing would affect the ancient book, but it wasn't a bad idea to do one more thing.
Song Zazu wasn't a thick book. Even if he read it word by word, Yuan Zhou only managed to get to the introduction of Three Fragrance to the Ocean after reading for about 15 minutes.
Some of the words were blurred by time and couldn't be seen clearly. However, the only thing that could be seen clearly was that someone had made this dish. It tasted sweet, salty, and sour, and the taste was very unique and harmonious.
It was similar to what President Zhou had said, 'Kindness, the fragrance of three beans, like the sea'. It didn't provide any substantial help. From the ancient texts, it could only prove that Yuan Zhou's previous conjecture was correct. The Three Fragrance to the Ocean's three flavors were sweet, salty, and sour.
"According to the book, this is the Yang Family's specialty dish. I can't verify it now, but a specialty dish means that not only can it be cooked successfully, but it also means that they are good at it." Yuan Zhou frowned in thought.
After reading the book, Yuan Zhou carefully closed the lid of the box and took off his mask.
"Chairman Zhou told me that apart from him, many other famous chefs have studied it. Since the predecessors succeeded, I should be able to as well. Yuan Zhou thought to himself.
"The Exemplary Restaurant Selection in a week and the Three Fragrance to the Ocean in two days. Time is of the essence." Thinking that time was tight, Yuan Zhou decided to go to the bathroom to find some inspiration.
"I heard that it's easier to find inspiration in the bathroom." Yuan Zhou took a change of clothes and walked into the bathroom.
After washing up, Yuan Zhou already had a preliminary idea about the Three Fragrance to the Ocean.
"I feel much more relaxed after taking a shower," Yuan Zhou thought to himself. "I'll just submit the menu while I'm at it."
Yuan Zhou sat in front of his desk in his pajamas and turned on his computer. The menu submission he mentioned was the Exemplary Restaurant Selection Competition.
There was a rule in this competition, and that was that the chefs had to submit the menu in advance. Thinking about it, it made sense. Such a serious official competition naturally wouldn't allow the chefs to cook whatever they wanted. Naturally, there had to be certain rules.
When he learned of this rule, Yuan Zhou was prepared to submit the menu on the last day. There were too many dishes that he was good at, and it was rather difficult for him to choose one for the competition.
However, with Cao Zhishu's reminder today, Yuan Zhou instantly had an idea.
"I'll just go with the simplest one meat, one vegetable, and one cold dish. I don't even need to think of a strategy," Yuan Zhou thought to himself.
That's right. This competition only required three dishes. Therefore, the arrangement was also a strategy for the chefs.
For example, one meat, one vegetable, and one soup, or one meat, one vegetable, and one cold dish, or even a dessert. There had to be the best combination, right?
Yuan Zhou opened the webpage and filled in the Saliva Chicken, Mapo Tofu, and Boiled Pork Slices in his receipt.
These three dishes were the epitome of spiciness. Among them, the Saliva Chicken and Boiled Pork Slices were the representative dishes of the Chongqing School of Sichuan Cuisine.
The Chongqing School of Sichuan Cuisine emphasized the extreme taste, and the dishes were all very spicy. There was a saying in the Chongqing School of Sichuan Cuisine.
Moreover, the Saliva Chicken got its name from the fact that its spiciness could numb one's mouth and make one salivate involuntarily. One could imagine how spicy these dishes were.
He just wanted to use the spiciest dish to conquer the judges with the spiciness. Besides, he also wanted to let the judges know that if a dish lost its own characteristics for the sake of promotion, it wouldn't be far from mediocrity.
After filling in the form, Yuan Zhou submitted it. Then, he read other books for another ten minutes before going to sleep peacefully.
After a good night's sleep, Yuan Zhou slept an hour later than usual. However, he still woke up at his usual time to exercise and start a new day of business.
On the new day, Zhao Xin went to work at Shu Restaurant early in the morning.
When Cao Zhishu arrived at the restaurant, Zhao Xin went to his office and reported what happened last night.
Zhao Xin knocked on the door.
"Come in." Cao Zhishu sat on the chair and flipped through the list of ingredients.
"Head chef." Zhao Xin didn't dare to call him master anymore because he had been scolded too much recently.
"How did it go?" Cao Zhishu raised his head and asked Zhao Xin.
Zhao Xin lowered his head and looked at the ground, not daring to look at Cao Zhishu. After all, he could only see disappointment on his master's face recently. Therefore, he didn't dare to raise his head.
"Raise your head and speak," Cao Zhishu's strict voice sounded from the front.
"Yes, master," Zhao Xin raised his head.
"Speak," Cao Zhishu nodded in satisfaction when he saw that Zhao Xin wasn't as dejected as before.
"Master, after I apologized last night, I told Head Chef Yuan about the main points you mentioned," Zhao Xin reported seriously.
"Um. What did he say?" Cao Zhishu asked.
"Head Chef Yuan didn't have any special expression, nor did he say anything," Zhao Xin said after thinking for a while.
"He directly told you to come back?" Cao Zhishu asked.
"Yes," Zhao Xin nodded.
"Interesting. Looks like he understood the hint and didn't need it," Cao Zhishu rubbed his bald head.
"Master?" Zhao Xin was confused.
"This Head Chef Yuan should know how to cook spicy dishes," Cao Zhishu said confidently.
"Why?" Zhao Xin really didn't understand this time.
Even he understood what the judges meant, so it was impossible for Yuan Zhou not to. Since he knew, he still did it. Was he that confident in his own culinary skills? Zhao Xin couldn't help thinking.
"Let's see if he submitted the menu." Cao Zhishu didn't answer this question. Instead, he moved his mouse and started browsing the competition's internal webpage.
"It's actually Saliva Chicken, Boiled Pork Slices, and Mapo Tofu," Cao Zhishu finally confirmed Yuan Zhou's thoughts. He was indeed going to cook spicy dishes.
It wasn't hard to guess. In the past, there had been people who tried to convince the judges with spicy dishes. Naturally, they all failed.
It wasn't because it wasn't tasty, but because it wasn't suitable.
This was what it meant: You are good, but I don't love you. In the end, they managed to impress the judges and were rejected.
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