1854 s+ cooking talent

"Slaughter me, Yi Feng." Angelo was also a talented person. He wanted to have another bowl even though he had not had enough. He quickly called su Ruoyan over and tried to express his intention of "having another serving" with his half-baked Chinese, but the language was really inconvenient.

Atticus turned his attention to the local director and translator. After they ordered their food, Atticus retreated to the door and waited there so as not to hinder the customers from enjoying the food.

As a professional, Atticus kept chanting,""I'm not hungry, I'm not hungry, I'm really not F * cking hungry. "

That's right, Atticus wasn't hungry at all. He had already filled his stomach before he came, but when he saw the intoxicated looks on the customers 'faces and the exquisite and beautiful plates of food, he knew it would be delicious. He salivated on his own and his disappointing stomach began to protest.

"You already have a mature stomach. I've clearly already fed you enough. You can't mess around." Atticus warned his stomach.

"It should be about time." Atticus swallowed his saliva and looked up at the time.

His rich experience told Atticus that such travelers who came from abroad just for Yuan Zhou would always order the second wave of dishes.

Then, Atticus raised his head and saw Angelo and su Ruoyan's awkward conversation.

"Mr. Angelo, master chef Restaurant has a rule that a customer can only order one dish at a time." Atticus explained the Rules of the Shop to Angelo.

"Why is there such a rule? This is a typical case of ...'Angelo said,"He forcefully swallowed the words 'don't earn money' back down.

Angelo was silent for three seconds before finally accepting this setting. He sighed silently."Maybe this is the famous chef whose statue can be sold for tens of millions of euros!"

"Then help me order another dish similar to this." Angelo said after some thought.

He felt that this Wensi tofu was the most delicious Chinese food he had ever eaten, not only in terms of appearance but also in terms of taste.

Every country had their own taste, and as an Italian, Angelo really liked to eat tofu with Wensi.

"Sure, please wait a moment, Sir." Atticus agreed.

He turned around and communicated with su Ruoyan. He ordered another tofu soup for Angelo. After Luca and the others ordered a serving of Wensi tofu for su Ruoyan, they began to immerse themselves in the enjoyment of the steak.

The steak had just been served, and the rich taste made him want to eat it. He couldn't care less about what Angelo was going to do, and focused on eating the steak.

Although Wu Hai's attention was all on his food, as a black beast, he had to be very observant and alert. And that was how he found the delicious food.

"Little Yanzi, give me a serving of Wensi tofu." Wu Hai said.

Normally, Wensi tofu was a vegetable dish without any meat in it. Under normal circumstances, it wouldn't be able to attract Wu Hai's interest. However, the behavior of these foreigners made him feel that this dish should be very delicious. Moreover, it seemed to be in line with his aesthetic taste. Thus, he intended to give it a try.

As the chief rice bucket of master chef Restaurant, it was his responsibility and obligation to do so. The note was the chief rice bucket who successfully defended the first round of the Rice Bucket Challenge!

"OK, brother Wu." Su Ruoyan agreed.

The dinner time slowly came to an end as Angelo and the others ordered one dish after another.

"Today's meal is really too comfortable. " Lucca had a satisfied smile on his face as he walked back to the hotel with his bulging stomach.

"Yuan's cooking is really too good. It's been a long time since I ate until I was full." Mo Li said,"I've said it before. Yuan should have been a good chef. What carving?"

"We can continue to eat here tomorrow morning. There's no rush to return to China." "That's right." Alma nodded."Chinese cooking altars can't do without Yuan."

"Hmph, a bunch of people waiting for the wind to blow. Who was the one who said in the beginning that Yuan was wasting her talent as a chef? He even said that Yuan should be carved. " Angelo's words were powerful.

He said,"I've told you guys before. If Yuan's carving talent is a +, which is rare in this world, then his cooking talent is s+. It's rare in history. Now you know?!"

Faced with Angelo's righteous words, Luca, Alma, and Mo Li could not help but sigh at how short-sighted they were.

If Yuan Zhou really changed his profession to be a sculptor, then he wouldn't be able to eat the delicacies tonight. The taste of the Wensi tofu and steak was still lingering in his mouth.

Thinking about it, it really didn't make sense.

"Yeah, I can only say that God is too unfair. He gave such a good talent to a natural-born chef." Mo Li concluded.

The four of them discussed the taste of the food and the time for their next meal.

Atticus was already used to this. This had happened too many times, but he still felt that something was wrong. He looked at Angelo, who had a look of justice on his face.

Yuan Zhou wasn't affected by the departure of Angelo and the others. He continued to study his culinary skills and opened the restaurant on time as usual. However, he had an additional task.

The warehouse in qu Pi County had already passed the inspection. Every one or two days, Yuan Zhou would go to the warehouse to test his ideas. Therefore, during this period of time, there would be a lot of cake. Yuan Zhou felt that he might need to go to the gym more often. After all, he had a six-pack abs ... Of course, he could not be compared to Wang Jike, who was a muscle weirdo.

On the other side, dashi xiujie, who had been stirring up trouble in China, once again set foot on the land of Chengdu with the spirit swimming knife. He was extremely reluctant to leave.

"Rong city is still as beautiful as ever." Dashi xiujie had a natural favorable impression of Chengdu City that had raised Yuan Zhou, a Grandmaster.

Of course, this wasn't his own idea. Many Japan chefs, especially after dashi xiujie's "quotes of grandmasters" had been widely spread, more and more Japanese chefs and even people had a natural favorable impression of China and Chengdu.

"I wonder if senior brother has learned anything new from master recently. I can ask senior brother for advice this time." Dashi xiujie thought while sitting in the car.

As soon as he got off the plane, he went straight to Cheng zhaomei's restaurant. He had already called to confirm that President Cheng was in the restaurant at this time. Only then did dashi xiujie go.

Soon, dashi xiujie arrived at his destination.

"Senior brother, it's been a long time since we last met. How are you? I wonder if master is well?" Dashi xiujie asked master Cheng enthusiastically as soon as he saw him. His Chinese was very fluent.

Dashi xiujie was also very respectful to master Cheng, the direct disciple acknowledged by Yuan Zhou. After all, he was an amateur and hadn't become an official yet.

"Master is very good. You've had a hard journey." Master Cheng said.

"It's nothing. Senior brother, this is the spirit swimming knife. Take a look." Dashi xiujie handed the box to master Cheng with both hands.

Master Cheng also received it with both hands and opened it carefully. With a flash of silver light, the whole knife appeared in front of his eyes. After checking it carefully, he found that even the small veined pattern was the same as what he remembered. Therefore, he was quite satisfied.

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