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While Yuan Zhou was a little worried in his heart, someone on the other side had a higher evaluation of Yuan Zhou and even started to admire him.

This person was none other than the great master of Cantonese cuisine, Lord Zhen, who had once come here to have an exchange with Yuan Zhou.

The story had to start from yesterday. Yuan Zhou had posted on his WeChat moments that he had lost his phone. Then, Zhou Shijie had called him to ask about it. In the end, he found out that it was because of a bowl of double-skin milk.

As an experienced chef, Zhou Shijie naturally had to win the favor of the older generation of chefs for Yuan Zhou. Therefore, he called the chairman of the chef's Association of Guangdong Province.

It just so happened that the chairman of the Guangdong Province chef's Association, Song Ming, knew ancestor Zhen and had a good relationship with him. This man was the famous Cantonese chef that ancestor Zhen had once mentioned.

Yes, he was a famous Cantonese chef, not a member of the pastry Association, but the president of the chef's Association. Naturally, there was a feud between them, but of course, it was not mentioned for the time being.

As ancestor Zhen had once talked about Yuan Zhou when they met after he came back from Chengdu, Song Ming called him as soon as he found out about this.

"Old Yan, do you know that little yuan you mentioned is stirring up trouble again?" Song Ming asked.

"What is it?" "Did you study some new knife technique or improve the seasoning?" asked elder Zhen curiously.

"That's not the case. " Song Ming deliberately kept him in suspense.

"Hurry up and tell me, old man. The older you get, the more you like to do this." Elder Zhen said impatiently.

"Three days ago, head chef Yuan came to Guangzhou, Guangdong Province." Song Ming didn't care and still followed his own pace.

"They're here? Where is he now?" Asked the elder in surprise.

"He left a long time ago. He came at night and left at midnight. He only stayed for half the night." Song Ming said.

"Why is that?" Elder Zhen asked with a frown.

"It's not necessarily a big deal, but it's precisely because it's a small one that I'm telling you. " Song Ming said.

"Since you want to say it, then say it quickly. You're so long-winded." Elder Zhen urged again.

"Head chef Yuan, you're only here to try the double-skinned milk from our Guangdong Province." Song Ming said.

"This ..." Elder Zhen paused.

Yes, just like what song Ming said, it was really a small matter. To be honest, they would also travel thousands of miles for a taste now. This was the necessary consciousness of a famous chef to verify.

However, how old were they? it was related to their age, experience, and cooking skills that they developed such habits.

How old was Yuan Zhou? he was only 27 years old this year. In other words, how could they have such a rigorous spirit at their age, especially when they had such good cooking skills?

He wasn't arrogant and traveled a thousand miles just for a little taste. He thought about whether he could do it at the age of 27, but the answer was no.

The reason was very simple. It was not because he did not love cooking, but because he was young. He could not wait to be proud of such good cooking skills, so how could he treat cooking as cautiously as ever?

"This child will definitely be passed down to the world in the future." Elder Zhen could only say.

"I think so too," "It seems that the progress of my trip to Chengdu has accelerated," Song Ming agreed.

"Go, go, it's worth it." Said elder Zhen.

"Alright," he said. Song Ming responded, and then the two hung up the phone in tacit understanding.

After hanging up the phone, the two of them had a deeper understanding of Yuan Zhou.

"He's neither arrogant nor rash. If a person like Yiyi doesn't succeed, then the heavens are blind." Elder Zhen teased before he went to study the recipe.

After he heard about Yuan Zhou's cooking, he had a higher requirement for cooking.

Of course, Yuan Zhou didn't know about these things. At that time, it was already dark in Chengdu. Fortunately, although it was dark, it was still very clear. There were even bright stars hanging in the dark sky.

Ling Hong arrived at that time. Shen Min's last bus had just left.

"Compass, I'm here to drink." As soon as Ling Hong entered the restaurant, he waved his hand at Yuan Zhou in the kitchen.

Of course, Yuan Zhou had already changed his clothes by then. He was wearing a narrow-sleeved Han Chinese clothing that was black in color and embroidered with dark green Lotus leaves.

"You're even more diligent in changing your clothes than I am. You're too particular. " Ling Hong couldn't help saying.

"Being clean and tidy is the basic requirement of a chef." Yuan Zhou said solemnly.

"But you're not just clean and tidy anymore. You're a serious germaphobe." Ling Hong ridiculed.

"What do you want to eat?" Yuan Zhou didn't pay attention to Ling Hong's ridicule and asked directly.

"There's even supper?" Ling Hong walked up and asked with interest.

"Drinking on an empty stomach is bad for the body." Yuan Zhou said primly.

"Then let's order something to go with the wine. Didn't you say that we can drink as much as we want and we won't go home until we're drunk?" Ling Hong said casually.

Yuan Zhou nodded his head and agreed,"OK. Translucent beef slices, spiced beans, drunkard's peanuts and two cups of yogurt. That's all."

"You've actually prepared so much. It seems like you're really planning to let me drink all night?" Ling Hong Ran his fingers through his spiky hair and said in surprise.

"No, it's mainly up to you to decide how long you want to drink." Yuan Zhou shook his head.

"Then I'm really curious about what you're going to tell me." "Am I not my father's biological son?" Ling Hong asked curiously.

"You want to inherit my grandfather's inheritance?"

"You're my long-lost younger brother?"

"The above is no big deal." Ling Hong came up with several answers in succession.

Yuan Zhou couldn't bear to listen to it any longer, especially the last sentence,"it's not a big deal. It's really a joke.""None of them. You'll know soon."

"Okay, okay, I won't guess anymore. But today's dishes are so rich with wine, can they be preserved?" Ling Hong turned his head and said while looking at the light of the studio over there.

"He won't come." Yuan Zhou said with certainty.

"No way? There's food and he can't have a share?" Ling Hong was even more shocked.

"It's hard to say at other times, but he won't be coming today. " Yuan Zhou said.

"Very good, I'll carry the plates." Ling Hong picked up the tray prepared on the partition and said with a shrug.

"Yes." After a nod, Yuan Zhou opened the partition and walked out.

Yuan Zhou walked in front and opened the door of the Sergestes wall landscape to let Ling Hong in.

After Ling Hong entered the restaurant, Yuan Zhou walked to the door and pulled down the rolled-up curtain, closing the door of the restaurant. Only then did he return to the restaurant and enter the restaurant through the Sergestes wall-view door.

At that time, Ling Hong had already walked to the first floor of the pub and prepared to go upstairs.

When Yuan Zhou went upstairs, he saw Ling Hong looking at the liquor on the table with a silly look.

On the stone table, there was a pot of bamboo wine, four bottles of red wine, and two jugs of draft beer. The lineup could be said to be very luxurious.

"So many of them are for me?" Ling Hong pointed at the wine and asked.

"If you want, you can finish it all." "But you have to drink the yogurt first," Yuan Zhou said.

"What a great deal." Ling Hong sighed with emotion. Then, he picked up the yogurt he served and finished it in one gulp, saying,""I need some milk to calm down. I keep feeling that something's not right with you tonight."

"Have you calmed down?" Yuan Zhou sat down and asked Ling Hong seriously.

"You're going to say it?" Ling Hong's heart was moved. He had a feeling of anticipation and suddenly, he didn't want to know.

"You can say it now." Yuan Zhou nodded his head.

"Alright, go ahead." Ling Hong nodded his head.

"Ruan Xiaoqing had terminal pancreatic cancer. When I first met her, she said she only had two months left to live." Yuan Zhou said word by word with a clear and bright voice.

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