Chef Li was filled with confidence after hearing his disciple's words. After thinking for a while, he turned his head and said.
"Go and pick several kilograms of bamboo prawns for me." Chef Li prepared to cook this.
He prepared to start cooking now. After all, he hadn't cooked for a long time.
Bamboo prawns, also known as Japanese prawns, were one of the more common seafood. Compared to the coarse meat of other seafood, the meat of bamboo prawns was more tender.
His disciple nodded but didn't leave. Instead, he stood there and looked at his master hesitantly. It seemed that he had something to say.
"By the way, master, I have a question." His disciple had just thought of something and was hesitating. It seemed that he was too embarrassed to say it.
"If you have any questions, just ask. Don't be so wishy-washy. I'll answer them for you," Chef Li, who felt that he was about to reach the peak of his life, said boldly.
"Chairman Zhou and Chairman Zhang are very familiar with that Yuan Zhou. They are the judges of this competition. Will there be any deviation in the result of this competition?" His disciple was worried that there might be some shady dealings. Obviously, they were delicious but the judges still allowed their opponents to win. This was not uncommon in competitions.
Chef Li smiled and said affirmatively, "Since they can become the chairman, they won't be biased when it comes to cooking skills. Besides, with their status, they are not allowed to be biased during the competition."
Hearing that, his disciple was relieved and quickly went out to prepare the bamboo prawns.
Back to Yuan Zhou, the competition was in the afternoon. After all, they couldn't delay the opening hours for some insignificant people.
Yuan Zhou would never slack off at any time. Therefore, he didn't need any special preparation. He was always in his best condition.
It was a new day and the restaurant was open as usual.
Today, no one was causing trouble. The atmosphere was much more harmonious and friendly. Of course, there were still some customers who didn't understand and started discussing.
"I don't know why Boss Yuan didn't accept the challenge."
"That guy is just a fool. Why would he accept it?"
"I agree. It's just a nobody. How can our Boss Yuan be so low?" Wang Hong jumped out and said.
A few days ago, Wang Hongcai wrote a book titled The Birth of a Miracle. The title seemed to be awesome, but it was in fact just a cliché. It was about why the child of Wu Zhou and his wife was called a miracle.
That was because the scene on that day had been lingering in Wang Hong's mind. It was an indescribable feeling for a stranger to love a new life.
In the book, Wang Hong wrote that most of the knowledge in the world could be resolved at the moment when a new life was born.
Just like Viru, the director of the movie "Three Fools Wreaking Havoc in Bollywood". He was so strict and old-fashioned that he forced his son to death, but after witnessing the birth of his grandson, he completely changed his view.
Actually, Wang Hong had the writing skills and the accumulated knowledge. He could often quote from the classics, but the problem was that Wang Hong liked to write to his heart's content. He didn't care if his readers had dyslexia.
Today, Li Hong came to invite an atypical famous writer to have a discussion and advice in Yuanzhou Shop.
The reason why this writer was called atypical was that he had never revealed his pen name. But Wang Hong vaguely knew that he had a good relationship with the publishing company. It was said that he had published his books abroad and had sold more than one million copies abroad.
When he received the call from Li Hong, he didn't intend to agree at first. But when he heard it was Yuanzhou Shop, he immediately agreed.
According to the information circulating on the Internet, there were three treasures to increase the success rate in signing a contract: drinking wine, singing, and Yuanzhou Shop.
The last one was a miraculous tool that could increase the success rate by one level.
They had arrived early, so the two of them were in the second batch.
As for Wu Hai, he had completely recovered from his illness. Today, he was in the first place, feeling refreshed and proud.
"I've read your new book. Your biggest problem is still what I said before. You don't pay attention to the reading experience," the writer said while they were waiting for the dishes.
"For example, the sentence you quoted here was said by Phoenix. There was no annotation at all …" The writer pointed out the problem seriously.
At this point, Wang Hong tried to defend himself. "Shouldn't we all know that? It's unnecessary to explain. Phoenix is the most influential philosopher in the world, Habermas. He's a professor at Frankfurt University. Everyone knows that. "
Habermas was indeed famous. He was known as the Immortal Bird. Of course, he wasn't called the Immortal Bird because of his academic achievements, but because he had lived for a long time … Not to mention his contemporaries, even the children of his contemporaries had died because of him.
Why was Habermas number one? This story tells us that you don't have to be the best in your field. You just need to live longer than the best.
It was no joke. Habermas was indeed famous, but that was for those who knew something about philosophy. However, those who weren't interested in philosophy wouldn't know about Habermas.
"Okay, go and ask the people in this restaurant. How many people know about him?" The writer didn't argue and said straightforwardly.
Wang Hong was truly a stubborn fellow. Not only did he refuse to believe it, he even stood up and asked them one by one. Including the people behind him, he had asked a total of thirty-odd people, but only five of them knew who Habermas was.
Among the five, only one of them knew more details. The writer told Li Hong with facts that what he thought was common sense didn't mean others thought the same.
Stubborn as a steel weight, Wang Hong still wasn't convinced, "Writers definitely have their own ideas. They can't just give in to their readers."
It made sense. After all, literature was selfish.
Then, the writer said something very painful. He said, "Do you think you have the fame and capability of Wuhai? When you have the fame, no matter how you sell your goods, people will buy it. "
Speaking of Wuhai again, Wuhai had already finished eating and left as he was in the first batch.
Wang Hong was stunned. Even though he was conceited, he still acknowledged Wuhai's talent in drawing.
But Wang Hong didn't think he was any worse than Wuhai. However, he didn't say anything because of Wuhai's fame.
"Maybe you think you have the same talent as him." The writer still felt it wasn't thorough enough. He added, "A talent that no one acknowledges isn't called talent. It's called one of the three biggest illusions in life. You are thinking too much."
That was really painful. Li Hong was dumbfounded. People often felt that they were talented but didn't get the chance to show their talent.
But after thinking carefully, were you a genius or a piece of wood?
"Thank you for your hospitality today." The writer had finished his food while Li Hong was in a daze.
That's right. The writer's words directly made Wang Hong dumbfounded. Then, the dishes arrived. He ate them up earnestly and then thanked the writer.
"Thank you for your advice today. Could you tell me the name of your work? I will definitely buy it and read it." Wang Hong bowed to the writer and thanked him earnestly.
"Boss Yuan's dishes are really delicious. I read on the Internet how delicious they are. But I still have to eat them myself to feel the taste … As for the novel, forget it." Speaking of his own novel, the writer was a little embarrassed. He changed the topic abruptly. In the end, when he saw Wang Hong's persistent expression, he told him not to mention it anymore.
A book that had sold more than one million copies overseas? What kind of book was it?
Seeing the writer walk out of the door, Wang Hong was a little puzzled, but he didn't pester him. He was still thinking about the writer's words just now.
He continued eating in the restaurant, no different from any other day. After dinner time, however, he tidied up and went to the garbage station to throw things away as usual.
As soon as he put down the garbage, an old man stopped Yuan Zhou.
"Boss Yuan, please wait. Boss Yuan, please wait." However, the old man's voice was a little weak and didn't sound so energetic.
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