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"You mean you got the invitation earlier than me?" Auguste asked unhappily.

"Of course, I'm well-informed after all." Francis nodded with a smile, not at all bothered by Auguste's anger.

"This Chairman of the chef's Association really doesn't put me in his eyes." Auguste said through gritted teeth.

Upon hearing Francis 'words, Auguste was instantly dissatisfied with Zhou Shijie. He felt that Zhou Shijie did not respect him enough. After all, although Francis was a food critic, he was not as professional as Auguste, a chef who had won ROF.

Logically speaking, Auguste should have been ranked first in both level and reputation.

"No, no, no, I think you're wrong about Chairman Zhou." Francis shook his head.

"I got the invitation myself, later than you, a food critic. It's not an illusion." Auguste was short and chubby, and he was clearly very upset.

"My friend, you should look over there." Francis raised his hand and gestured for Auguste to look at the other side of the tea room.

As mentioned before, August had not arrived early, and there were still many people in the tea room. There were many foreigners with blond hair and blue eyes.

Of course, there were many Chinese and other races among them, but Auguste had come over to greet Francis when he saw him.

Because of this, Auguste did not pay attention to the other people in the tea room, and now Francis wanted Auguste to look at the other people.

This glance shocked the well-informed Auguste, as he knew too many people.

Even if they did not know each other, they had basically met once or a few times. But who was Auguste?

He was the winner of the highest handicraft award in France, and the award was given by the French president at the time.

Therefore, August's status in the cooking world was naturally very high. According to the theorem that Masters knew master nature as their friends, he knew many of the people present. It could be imagined that the people in the tea room were also masters of cooking or cooked Wheaten food.

There were even a few politicians, such as his friend, Francis, who was in front of him.

That's right, Francis was not only a food critic but also a politician sent by the United States to India.

"Why is this guy here?" Suddenly, Auguste's eyes narrowed as he mumbled softly.

"It's your old rival, Mr. Safaren, who was once the youngest Dutch chef in Netherlands history of the Netherlands to receive the highest honor,'VVH'. He's now the founder of the sprakelos restaurant in the Netherlands. He's also here." Francis said with a smile.

"Hey, I don't think you need to be so familiar with his honor. After all, you're my friend, aren't you?" Auguste said unhappily.

"Yes, yes. Take a look at those people over there." Francis raised his hand and gestured for Auguste to look elsewhere.

"Oh? Manfeld's here too?" Auguste recognized the person at a glance.

"So you're not going to say hello? You're the president of the North American famous chef Alliance. " Francis laughed mockingly.

"Of course, I'm the president." Auguste smiled this time, then nodded and walked to the glass window.

"So many people have come this time." "It feels like everyone I'm familiar with in the circle is here," Francis said.

"It's hard to imagine that this is just a personal cooking exhibition of a Chinese chef." Auguste was a little puzzled, but also a little expectant.

"No, no, no. Mr. Yuan has already surpassed the entire group of Chinese chefs. This is Mr. Yuan's personal cooking exhibition. You have never eaten his dishes, so you don't understand." Francis shook his head and said in all seriousness.

"It seems that I should be on full alert the day after tomorrow." Auguste said, deep in thought.

"It's okay. You don't need to prepare anything. You can appreciate the beauty of the food itself." Said Francis.

"I'm really looking forward to it. This personal cooking exhibition is as good as the conference of the world's top 50 restaurants, which is held once every two years." Augustus said.

"It's hard to gather these people even at a conference of the top 50 restaurants." Francis disagreed.

The conference of the world's top 50 restaurants was last held in basaros, and all the people who could participate in this conference were world-famous chefs.

Such a chef was extraordinary in both his cooking skills and influence.

For example, Chu Xiao had participated in that meeting two years ago. Obviously, many people like him had come to this personal cooking exhibition. Moreover, the status of these people was quite high and they were all outstanding figures in the cooking world.

There were even a few culinary experts like ogyust, such as Manfeld, the president of the world chef's Union, and ogyust's old rival, Mr. Safaren.

Of course, Fujiwara Jiayuan, who they had not seen, was also here. But he was on the plane and had not arrived yet.

As the two talked, they soon reached Manfeld, and Auguste finally agreed with Francis.

Even the conference of the world's top 50 restaurants might not be able to invite these people, because Manfeld was talking to some business big shots, who were all famous capitalists.

They were business partners or businessmen invited by Wu Yungui.

"This Mr. Yuan is really amazing. I wonder what level his cooking skills can reach. It seems that the video still can't show his true cooking level." Such a thought emerged in August's heart. Meanwhile, he looked forward to Yuan Zhou's personal cooking exhibition even more.

With that in mind, Auguste greeted Manfeld with a smile.

Since they knew each other, they started chatting again after greeting each other.

After they started to chat, Chu Xiao also went back to his room to clean up and then came to the tea room. As the youngest outstanding Chinese chef, Chu Xiao was naturally welcomed by many people.

While exchanging culinary skills with these people, Chu Xiao looked at the people present and couldn't help sighing with emotion."Maybe Yuan Zhou will walk faster, higher and further than me."

The people in the tea room had gathered because of Yuan Zhou. As the main character of the day after tomorrow, Yuan Zhou was making a phone call in the last 10 minutes before the ingredients were prepared.

He was calling Yin ya. After sending the four people away and practicing his cooking skills for a while, he called her.

In fact, the two of them could meet after dinner time because they put their daily red wine time on the night after dinner time.

However, Yuan Zhou couldn't help making a call right now.

He had originally wanted to thank Yin ya for the thoughtful preparation work she had done for him. However, after hearing her soft and sweet voice, Yuan Zhou didn't say it out loud. He just said gently,""Let's have breakfast together tomorrow. The salted duck eggs I just made are ready."

"Okay, I'll come over early tomorrow morning." Yin ya answered with a sweet feeling in her heart.

"Then I'll pick you up after I finish running." Yuan Zhou said.

"Alright," he said. Yin ya didn't refuse Yuan Zhou's words and answered again.

"See you tonight." Yuan Zhou said.

"Goodbye." Yin ya answered. After Yuan Zhou hung up the phone, she put down the phone with a smile.

The salted duck egg was something that Yin ya mentioned when they were drinking red wine. She said that she missed the taste of the salted duck egg when she was young. Obviously, Yuan Zhou had remembered this matter and therefore, he invited her to drink the salted duck egg.

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