Gourmet Food Supplier

In the early morning of the next day, while preparing the ingredients for breakfast, Yuan Zhou walked out of the back door with the broth of the clear broth noodle soup that he had just finished.

It had rained last night, and it was only Sixo' clock now. The sun hadn't come out yet, and it was still cool, but the sky was already bright.

Broth and the rice that would usually come to welcome Yuan Zhou when he walked out of the back door didn't come.

"Broth, rice," Yuan Zhou said loudly.

"Woof!" Broth's characteristic short cry sounded from the street.

Immediately after, glutinous Rice's voice was heard.

Yuan Zhou turned his head and looked at the street entrance. Broth and the rice were all squatting there, and in front of them was a little girl.

With Yuan Zhou's eyesight, he could naturally see clearly that the little girl was less than 10 years old. She was wearing a very clean light yellow one-piece dress and her hair was not long but combed very neatly.

At that time, she was looking at Yuan Zhou's direction following the sound of broth and the rice.

When he looked at Yuan Zhou with his black grape-like eyes, he immediately revealed an embarrassed expression and then stood up and took a few steps back.

As if she had been discovered by the teacher to be absent-minded, she became a little flustered. Just when Yuan Zhou was about to shake his head to indicate that he didn't mind broth and rice being touched, the little girl was faster.

The little girl directly bent her waist slightly and bowed to Yuan Zhou. Then, she revealed a big smile and ran away quickly.

"I don't know whose child he is, but he's quite polite and cute." Looking at the little girl who ran away, Yuan Zhou stood still and waited for broth and the rice to come back.

As expected, as soon as the little girl left, broth and the rice ran to Yuan Zhou.

To be exact, only the rice was running. Broth was walking over calmly, step by step, in a very leisurely manner.

"Broth, did you take your wife to freeload food from the young lady again?" Yuan Zhou teased.

"Woof woof." Broth took a glance at Yuan Zhou and answered him with a bark.

However, his expression seemed to be saying,""This isn't freeloading, this is being openly fed."

"Here's your breakfast. " Yuan Zhou poured the broth that was still warm in the bowls into the two bowls.

"Woof!" The rice circled around Yuan Zhou three times happily and then went to drink the soup.

As usual, broth barked at Yuan Zhou coldly and then went to drink the soup.

Sometimes, the customers of Yuan Zhou's restaurant suspected that broth was so aloof and didn't have the demeanor of tai Ritian at all. Perhaps it had drunk too much water ...

"Alright, I still have something to do. Drink and sleep for a while. I know you guys didn't sleep last night and were guarding the house." Yuan Zhou squatted down and didn't stroke them, but said lightly.

Rice wagged its tail happily while broth didn't pay any attention to Yuan Zhou and just continued drinking the soup.

Normally, Yuan Zhou would definitely argue with broth. But today, he had to make a phone call later. Therefore, Yuan Zhou didn't say much and directly got up and went back to the kitchen.

Of course, Yuan Zhou directly went upstairs. While preparing his clothes and washing up, he took out his phone and started to make a call.

It was only Sixo' clock in the morning.

The phone rang three times before it was picked up.

"Good Morning, master." Master Cheng's clear-headed voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Good Morning," Yuan Zhou answered.

"Master, I'll be able to hand over my homework to you by tomorrow. Please don't worry." Master Cheng said with a nervous tone.

"Speed and quality are both important, but if you have to choose one, after weighing the pros and cons, quality is more important. So, don't be in a hurry. The most important thing is to complete the dish perfectly." Yuan Zhou instructed.

"Master, I understand. I'll do my best to show my best." Master Cheng said.

"That's good. " Yuan Zhou nodded his head and continued,"I'm not here to ask you about the monthly test."

"Master, if there's anything you need, just say it." Master Cheng heaved a sigh of relief inwardly and then asked hurriedly.

"I'm going to sculpt this afternoon. Inform the management of the green Chef society that they can come and observe when they have time." Yuan Zhou said.

"I'll call him immediately. " Master Cheng immediately agreed and then asked carefully,""Master, can I come over to study in the afternoon?"

"Sure." Yuan Zhou nodded his head.

When he heard Yuan Zhou agree, master Cheng said with a cheerful tone,""Alright, master."

After hanging up the phone, master Cheng muttered to himself,""The members of the green Chef society have such great benefits. They have such an opportunity."

"If my master wasn't so humble, the title of China's best knife would definitely belong to him. Who can beat my master in knife skills?"

"I'm not talking about a single chef. I'm talking about all chefs." Master Cheng had mentioned it to Yuan Zhou twice that he wanted his master to challenge this title.

China's best swordsman wasn't just a title, it was also a real board. It came from a food warlord during the Republic of China. It was made of golden nanmu wood and was given to a Lu cuisine chef. The material was also precious and was worth a lot of money. Of course, being valuable was one thing, but the main thing was glory.

After the death of the chef, this golden Phoebe Wood plaque disappeared and only reappeared in the 1980s. It was placed in the museum by the famous chef of Huaiyang cuisine.

Huaiyang cuisine was known for its knife skills, but this board was originally for Lu cuisine chefs, so chef Wang Huai was very good at setting up a rule.

Apart from the chefs of Huaiyang cuisine, whoever could conquer all the chefs of Huaiyang cuisine in terms of knife skills would be the King of Knives and get the plaque.

As for why Wang Huai said that it was only the chefs of Huaiyang cuisine, it was because if no one could do it, it meant that their knife skills were still the best in Huaiyang cuisine. The chef, Wang Huai, was really a smart person.

Thirty years had passed, and many people had challenged him, but the plaque was still in the museum. After all, there were twenty or thirty chefs who could become Huaiyang cuisine Masters, and it was too difficult to defeat all of them.

Master Cheng had always felt that with his master's knife skills, he would definitely be able to get the horizontal board that had been suspended for thirty years.

"If it wasn't for my age, I would have joined the Qing chef society." Master Cheng suddenly reacted and said hurriedly,""No, I'm master's last disciple. My status must be higher than Liao Yue and the others who are observing."

"Yes, it has to be higher than theirs." Master Cheng affirmed.

Last disciple was also the last disciple of his master. Although Yuan Zhou didn't intend to take in another disciple, he had never said that he would be his last disciple. It was purely in his imagination.

Master Cheng would definitely carry out his master's order immediately. Therefore, he called Liao Yue at once.

Since Liao Yue couldn't be reached on the phone, master Cheng called Qin Kaili and explained the whole thing to her.

On the other side, Yuan Zhou continued to prepare the breakfast. Nothing happened on the way, so the lunch time arrived smoothly.

It was also a rare occasion that Ling Hong came to have lunch with his grandfather.

Ever since class monitor Jia left, grandfather Ling had not come to the restaurant again. It had been more than a year, so the familiar customers all greeted him.

"The congee and the cold noodles with shredded chicken. The taste of boss Yuan hasn't changed at all." Grandfather Ling sighed as he ate.

"Old man, what are you saying? people's hearts change easily, but the taste of food is not so easy to change." Strong coward couldn't help but add.

Grandfather Ling shook his head."The human heart is indeed the most fickle. However, food is made by humans. Therefore, it is very difficult to maintain the taste."

"Old man, you're right. I'm being too one-sided," said muscular coward after some careful thought.

Then, the crowd started to praise Yuan Zhou again.

During the interval of cooking, Yuan Zhou revealed a silent smile at the corner of his mouth. Of course, he was wearing a face mask and thus the others couldn't see him.

"How dare you! What story are you going to tell me today?" A customer asked.

"Hehe, today I'll tell you an old story from more than eight years ago ..." Muscular coward began.

What did it mean to be there? the story told by the timid strong man was like being there. When he told the story, his words revealed a cold wind and mournfulness.

His level was definitely on par with Zhang Zhen's storytelling. Someone in the shop recommended him to work at the radio station.

However, muscular coward rejected him. The reason was that he only felt that way when he was telling stories in the store. He couldn't find that feeling anywhere else.

"Does that young man come to the shop often?" Grandfather Ling suddenly asked.

"He's a regular here. Every time he comes, he'll tell a story. It's like listening to music in a teahouse. It's quite interesting." Ling Hong said.

"It is quite interesting." Grandfather Ling nodded his head and didn't say anything else.

"The taste of the dishes hasn't changed, and the taste of the restaurant hasn't changed either. It's really good." Grandfather Ling stood up after eating.

"Grandpa, please slow down." Ling Hong hurriedly supported him.

"What do you mean slow? my body is very strong. I can even do a backflip. Do you believe me?" Grandfather Ling slapped Ling Hong's hand away and didn't allow him to help him.

"Um ... Grandpa, let's not brag. If I say I don't believe you, I'll be in a difficult position," Ling Hong said after a moment of silence.

"Get lost!" Grandfather Ling's eyes widened.

In the end, he left the restaurant with Ling Hong.