After hearing Yuan Zhou's words, the others didn't know what to say.
After a while, Lee Yanyi, who often came here, said, "Alright, I know you are even more old-fashioned than me. Go and cook."
Lee Yanyi waved his hand at Yuan Zhou, wearing an expression that said he didn't want to see him.
"Hehe, this brat is old-fashioned, but his craftsmanship is impeccable," Zhou Shijie said with a smile.
"Since the dishes are finished, let's go," Hu Yue looked at the surrounding customers who were enjoying their food. Before he felt even hungrier, he stood up and said.
"Yes, yes, yes. Let's go. I feel like I'm not full yet," Ma Cheng muttered and stood up as well.
"Then let's go," Zhou Shijie also stood up and said.
"Hmph, young people don't have the concept of respecting the old and loving the young," Zhang Yan also muttered and stood up to leave.
As for Lee Yanyi, he didn't say anything and walked out of the restaurant unhurriedly.
Zhao Xin was the last person to leave. His feelings were the most complicated.
When they first met, Yuan Zhou was just an odd-job worker in a three-star hotel. At that time, he was already a sous-chef. He felt that not long after, Yuan Zhou had become Head Chef Yuan while he was still someone else's disciple.
He had become a chef on par with his master, Cao Zhishu, or even a chef even better than Cao Zhishu. And now, Yuan Zhou was one generation higher than him.
"What a f * cking weird luck," Zhao Xin took one last look at the Yuanzhou shop before walking out of the door.
Indeed, he was the last. Zhao Xin didn't think he would come here again unless he was better than Yuan Zhou one day.
But looking at it now, he didn't know when that would happen.
A visible gap would drive one to improve, but an invisible gap would make one stagnate. Zhao Xin was currently in such a situation.
Of course, there was something that Zhao Xin didn't say.
After the evaluation team and the film crew left the restaurant, the customers in the restaurant started discussing.
"Boss Yuan should be fine now, right?" The one who asked the question was a new customer. She was the lady boss of the shop next door who sold accessories. She had been coming here frequently recently.
"It should be." Jiang Changxi nodded.
"The judges should be very satisfied." The person who spoke was a man wearing sunglasses, and he liked to wear sunglasses with prescription lenses. After all, he was nearsighted.
"Looks like the next Sichuan Cuisine Exemplary Restaurant will be our restaurant," a customer chimed in.
"I guess there's no way out. Right, Boss Yuan?" Wu Hai said from the side.
"That's for sure. Master Yuan's craftsmanship is unparalleled." Engineer Cheng nodded his head vigorously.
The customers in the restaurant all looked at Yuan Zhou after they finished speaking. Even those queuing outside craned their necks to look.
"You'll know when the result comes out." Yuan Zhou looked at the customers calmly and said.
This time, the diners got a satisfactory answer. They continued to eat or went to line up.
"System, how is it? The mission is completed, right?" after comforting the customers, Yuan Zhou asked in his heart when he turned around.
The system displayed, "You'll know the result after the result is announced."
"So we can't know the result in advance?" Yuan Zhou asked.
The system displayed, "Yes."
"Alright." Yuan Zhou didn't ask much this time. After all, he was quite confident in himself.
On the other side, the evaluation team had just returned to the conference room and were commenting on Yuan Zhou's dishes.
"If anyone has any opinions or different opinions, you can voice them out now," Zhou Shijie said first.
"Chairman, will you still give full marks?" Hu Yue asked.
"You'll know when the time comes." Zhou Shijie didn't say it directly like he did outside the restaurant. Instead, he kept them guessing.
"Anyway, it's impossible for me to get full marks. It's not because of the taste or plate presentation. It's mainly because I didn't eat my fill," Hu Yue said.
"That's right. How can a dish that can't fill its stomach get full marks?" Zhang Yan said confidently.
"Why don't you say that you eat more?" Lee Yanyi started to taunt them.
"I'm still not as fast as you," Zhang Yan said.
"You're the one who is old and weak. You can blame me for that," Lee Yanyi said.
"I'm too lazy to argue with you. You two suggest something," Zhang Yan turned around and asked Ma Cheng and Zhao Xin who were sitting at the end of the line.
Zhang Yan didn't want to argue with Lee Yanyi. After all, he wasn't like Lee Yanyi who relied on his mouth to make a living.
"The taste of the dishes is impeccable. Boss Yuan is indeed worthy of his name," Ma Cheng said sincerely.
"The dishes are very delicious," Zhao Xin said briefly.
"Isn't it pointless to say that?" Zhang Yan complained.
"Alright. Since no one has any objections, let's start grading. Once you're done, you can directly submit it to the producer," Zhou Shijie said.
Zhao Xin said the words that had been stuck in his heart for a long time, "Actually, if we didn't eat our fill in the restaurant just now, we can order more dishes. It's not a problem for us to order dishes as customers."
As soon as he said that, everyone was stupefied, including Lee Yanyi. What he said made a lot of sense.
The grading speed was very fast. After the grading was submitted, the recording of the program for the day also ended.
As soon as the camera was turned off, the cameraman couldn't bear it anymore.
"I'm so tired today. Brother Liang, do you want to treat me to a meal? If not, I have to go eat now. I'm starving, "the cameraman cried out while covering his stomach.
"That's right, Brother Liang. You've suffered too much today. You can only watch but can't eat," the girl in charge of audio pushed her glasses up and said with a bitter expression.
Although the young assistant at the side didn't say anything, he also looked at Brother Liang, the man with the crew cut, expectantly.
"Let alone you guys, even I nearly starved to death today. Let's pack up and leave immediately. Let's go eat a bowl of noodles to fill our stomachs," the man with the crew cut waved his hand and walked out of the meeting room with quick steps.
"That's great," the others cheered and started to pack up.
This time, they packed up much faster than before, all for the sake of eating earlier. Otherwise, they wouldn't be able to continue singing the empty fort strategy in their stomachs because they were too hungry.
Ma Cheng and Zhao Xin, who were walking at the back, suddenly felt lucky that they had eaten. Otherwise, they would definitely be hungrier.
As chefs, they had a better understanding of the taste and degree of deliciousness of a dish. If they could only watch but not eat, they would probably be starved to death by the taste of their own imagination.
The evaluation of Yuanzhou shop had ended. Although there was no result yet, the customers in the restaurant were clearly very confident. That was because the evaluation of Yuan Zhou's restaurant had come to an end. Now, everyone's attention was shifted to Wu Hai and Yu Chu.
"Speaking of which, it has already been a few days. Why haven't the two of you become the judges yet?" Ling Hong asked curiously as he looked at Wu Hai.
"The most important ones are usually the finale," Wu Hai said while stroking his mustache.
"Today is already the sixth day. If you still don't show up, I'm afraid you won't be the finale. Instead, you'll be sitting on the bench without a seat," Ling Hong said with a smile.
"Ding Ling Ling, Ding Ling Ling." Before Wu Hai could say anything, the ringing of the electric bell rang.
"What the hell? Boss Yuan's phone?" Ling Hong looked at Wu Hai and then at the surroundings and said in puzzlement.
One ought to know that Ling Hong was currently in Wu Hai's art studio. Why would Yuan Zhou's phone be ringing?
"It's my phone. I feel that this one is louder," Wu Hai said as he picked up the phone with a serious expression.
"Trash taste," Ling Hong commented.
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