1752 Accepted as a disciple

The check-in process was extremely smooth. Atticus translated while the remaining four people were not people who dawned. They quickly checked in and let Atticus rest.

Atticus only heaved a sigh of relief when he left the hotel and disappeared from the sight of Turama and the others.

At the five-star hotel near Taoxi road, reremi found him 24 hours in advance. There were four suites, and even Atticus himself didn't know how he booked them.

"To be honest, I really admire myself." Atticus muttered to himself.

Of course, Atticus didn't tell Jeremy how difficult it was to book this hotel. It wasn't because of his noble character, but because he was too familiar with the tricks.

Since he had come to master chef Restaurant once, he had to come a second time if the conditions allowed it. The second time, he would definitely think that he was an 'experienced driver' and book the rooms himself. Then, he would find out how much he had made.

If the customer were to find out about your service, they would remember you for life.

Atticus didn't know about this at first. It was a child on Taoxi road who told him about it. When Atticus heard it, he thought it made sense, so he took action.

In the hotel.

"Let's go and rest first. Pay attention to the time. " Turama said to Bayer.

"See you in the lobby at 3: 30." Marishero waved his hand and left.

When he left, he carried his suitcase and muttered in his heart,""I don't know if I was too impulsive this time or if I trusted this old man too much."

Toroma only nodded at marisero's departure Mali but Jeremy told him to have a good rest. He then turned around and said,"Then I'll go straight to wu's gallery. See you at 3:30 p.m."

"You're really not afraid of being tired. " Tuoluoma said.

"Of course, I'm doing this for the sake of art." "Besides, wu's painting is worth it no matter how tiring it is," laughed Jeremy, full of energy.

"Remember to be on time." Tulaoma didn't say much, but he was worried. He wasn't interested in paintings.

"Don't worry, Yuan's steak is worth our trip. Besides, this is my fourth time going to Yuan's restaurant, so I know the rules." Reremi said as he walked out of the hotel lobby.

"Teacher, let's go." Bayer reminded.

"Yes." Turama nodded and walked towards the elevator.

This place was close to Taoxi road, so the lobby of the hotel was still very lively. However, toroma and Bayer were very quiet. From their expressions, they seemed to be quite serious.

He walked into the elevator quietly and waited for his floor. When he got out of the elevator and walked to his room, toroma suddenly said,""Do you think what Reimi said is true?"

In fact, when he asked this question, toroma did not mean that he did not trust his old friend. It was just that the more he thought about it, the more difficult it was for him to accept it. This degree of difficulty was equivalent to God descending, not in Vatican, but in Africa.

"Teacher, I also believe in Mr. Reremi. After all, Mr. Reremi is a great painter. In the world, there are few painters who can compete with him." Bayer thought for a moment, then said seriously.

"A painter? Yes, he's an amazing artist. " Tulaoma reacted instantly, and a smile appeared on his serious face.

"Ding." Turama took out his room card, swiped it and entered the room. Before he closed the door, he said,"Whether it's true or not, we'll know tonight. There's no hurry."

After saying this, Turama closed the door.

Bayer, who was standing at the door, muttered softly,""Even if Yuan is more powerful than Chu, how powerful can he be? I'll be able to defeat Chu and Yuan after a few more years of learning from my teacher. "

Bayer's words were really not pretentious at all. He said it as if he was the only one who could improve and Chu Xiao and Yuan Zhou wouldn 't. Moreover, the two of them were much younger than Bayer.

"Teacher is too serious about cooking." Bayer muttered as he walked into his own room.

Bayer's thinking was very simple. He felt that reremi wouldn't be able to tell the difference between his teacher's steak and the slightly better steak cooked by others. He had a very good reason, and that was that reremi wasn't a professional food critic. The thing that he most often held in his hands wasn't a knife or fork, but a brush.

Compared to toroma's slight confusion, mariashera was much more carefree. During the flight Mali he had doubted himself at the beginning, but now he was calm. His mental journey was very smooth.

He was just waiting to laugh at his old friend, reremi, for eating so much of his steak for so many years in vain.

Of course, this Groundhog also had some other thoughts. For a steak that Jeremy said was delicious, although it couldn't compare to his, there should still be something unique about its taste. In addition, Bayer had also explained that the recently famous Chu Feng had also viewed him as his lifelong enemy. Thus, the groundhog's thoughts were to see if he truly had talent. If he accepted Chu Feng as his disciple, it wouldn't be impossible.

"We'll have to see his performance. "

After he returned to his room, he washed up and went to sleep. He still needed to get over the jet lag.

It was no wonder that toroma called him a Groundhog. He wasn't particular at all. He was much more exquisite. Not only did he wash up, but he also had a glass of red wine before bed to refresh himself and wait for the steak dinner that night.

As for Bayer, it was even simpler. He immediately returned to his room and took care of the restaurant matters that had piled up on the plane. Only then did he begin to rest. Of course, setting an alarm before sleeping was something he had to do.

Going out with his teacher, he had to worry about his teacher's clothes, food, accommodation, and transportation, so he naturally had to get up earlier.

He turned his attention to reremi who went straight to Wu Hai's painting God's cabin after he checked in the hotel. He met an acquaintance. To be exact, he met a friend of his friend, toroma. To be precise, he was also a friend of his.

"Mr. Auguste, you're here to see wu's painting too?" Jeremy asked curiously.

That's right, relemi met the winner of ROF, the president of the North American famous chef Alliance, August.

Auguste followed the voice and looked over. He was also surprised and said,""Look at the painting? I'm not very interested in appreciating paintings, but I didn't expect to meet Mr. Reimi in China. I heard that you came to the opening of the gallery. Have you been here since?"

"How can that be? I really want to keep watching, but there are still many things to do in China." Jeremy sighed and then asked curiously,"Mr. Auguste, are you also here at the yuan restaurant?"

"In China, we naturally have to eat Yuan's restaurants." Augustus nodded as if it was a matter of course. He did not hide anything and said,""I want to find a shop near Taoxi road and open a restaurant from time to time,"

The irregular restaurant was a restaurant that rose in Italy. Simply put, the head chef only opened when he had time and would not open when he had no time, and would not open for a long time.