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As the soup event continued, more and more people paid attention to it in the next few days.

The most outrageous thing was that on the third day after the event began,#Master chef Restaurant soup King selection #was ranked 17th on Weibo's hot search.

It was true. In today's fan economy, apart from food safety issues, this was the first time that pure food had made it to the hot search.

Of course, Yuan Zhou had been on the hot search for many times as a character.

On the fourth day, Song Ming led a group of chefs from the Cantonese cuisine Association and booked the entire internet café to vote.

They booked the internet cafe not because they were extravagant, but because there were so many chefs there. They threw all their bets in a few minutes, and then they spent the rest of the time staring at the screen and the comments on the event page.

"This year's customers are no good. Why are all the soups with high votes low difficulty? why didn't anyone vote for my lamb stew with ginseng and goji berries?!"

"I've learned a lot. I'm going to remember these methods of canvassing for votes. They might be useful in the future."

"Tsk, tsk. Previously, there were people who were not convinced by head chef Yuan's appointment as the honorary Vice President. Look at how casually he promoted it and it immediately exploded."

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The group of people stared intently at the screen, which made the owner of the internet café a little confused. This group of people in suits and leather shoes all had serious expressions on their faces, as if they were looking at a report.

Song Ming, the president of the Cantonese cuisine Association, was very happy, but Zhang Yan, the other President, was not so happy.

Zhang Yan was unhappy, not because he was jealous of Yuan Zhou's promotion of Cantonese cuisine. After all, head chef Yuan was a chef from Sichuan. This was something that could not be erased or changed!

"Father, why do you have such a long face all day long?" Zhang Ying asked.

A straight face was a dialect to describe a serious expression or an unfriendly expression. Zhang Ying was not busy these days, so she often went home to rest. However, when she came back, she always saw her father with this expression.

"It's none of your business," Zhang Ye's tone was stiff."If you have nothing to do, go on a trip with your friends. Don't come back for a free meal during the holidays."

"Dad! I'm back to keep you company, I'm afraid you'll be lonely. " Zhang Ying said.

Zhang Ye laughed coldly and said,"don't make it sound like freeloading is only natural. As for accompanying me, do I still need you to accompany me?" Do I lack money or something else? There's a generation gap between our thoughts. "

"Am I your biological son? I'll go find my biological trash can!" Zhang Ying said.

"That's a good relationship. " Zhang Ye was unmoved and said,"I can even sponsor you for the return trip."

"..." Zhang Ying was speechless. She was a President after all. Although she couldn't compare with Jiang Changxi at all, she was always the one who was speechless when she talked about it with her father.

"I don't care. I'm just going to freeload food and drink. I'm going to eat your food, live your life, and use your food." In the end, Zhang Ying used her unique skill to cheat.

Zhang Ye ignored her and turned to the study. Zhang Ying followed behind. She was really worried about Zhang Ye.

As the chairman of the Sichuan cuisine Association, Zhang Yan's study room was quite antique. There was a piece of red sandalwood that he had found before, and other things that were piled up.

"Don't step on my wood. You can't afford to compensate me for my wood even if you sell yourself by weight. " Zhang Ye said. He was also someone who loved wood.

A person who loved wood. These four words sounded a little strange, but in reality, he liked to collect more precious wood. He didn't use it to carve, but just kept it.

Let alone a hundred-year-old fragrant Rosewood, there were very few old wood that were thirty or forty years old.

What Zhang Ji was most proud of was the small piece of hundred-year-old red sandalwood in his study.

"..." Selling her by catties? did he think she was pig meat? However, Zhang Ying also knew that the wood was very expensive. Most importantly, old wood was not only expensive, but also could not be bought with money.

Zhang Ye pondered for a while, then packed his things and prepared to leave.

"Dad, where are you going?" Zhang Ying asked.

"Master chef Restaurant," Zhang Ye did not even turn his head.

Hearing that, Zhang Ying's eyes lit up. Maybe she could see her idol. Zhang Ying immediately said,"I want to go too."

Thus, Zhang Yan and his daughter arrived at master chef Restaurant.

Along the way, Zhang Ying kept asking what they were doing at master chef Restaurant, but Zhang San was tight-lipped and didn't say anything.

"President Zhang."

After lunchtime, Yuan Zhou was preparing to cook something for himself when he saw Zhang Yan and greeted him first.

"I didn't inform head chef Yuan before coming. I hope I didn't disturb head chef Yuan." Zhang Ye said.

"No," Yuan Zhou shook his head frankly.

"Boss Yuan, will Sister Jiang come to dinner tonight?" Zhang Ying seized the opportunity and asked.

"I'm not sure," "But she's very busy with her company recently, so she rarely comes here," answered Yuan Zhou.

"Oh." Zhang Ying's mood instantly became low.

Zhang Yan and Yuan Zhou made some small talk, mainly to ask about their recent situation. He also revealed to Yuan Zhou that the Sichuan cuisine Association was going to change its Chairman and the next Chairman would most likely be master Cheng. To put it bluntly, apart from Yuan Zhou, who could match master Cheng's level of Sichuan cuisine?

"There's going to be a term change. President Zhang, is there something wrong with your body?" Yuan Zhou asked with concern.

"Dad, did you get some kind of terminal illness? you didn't tell me because you didn't want me to worry?" Zhang Ying immediately asked.

Zhang Ye glared at Zhang Ying, but the worry on her face was not fake.

"It's not a physical problem. It's just that there are too many things to do in the Association every day, and there's almost no time to hone my cooking skills. So, when I saw someone who could take over, I gave it to him." Zhang Ye said.

"That's good. " Yuan Zhou nodded his head. He suddenly recalled that Zhou Shijie had also been talking about the election.

However, it was very difficult to change the chef's Association. It should be known that the China chef's Association had been established for 20 to 30 years, but the chairman had changed three times.

It was not because of other reasons. As a country with a large population and abundant resources, it was extremely difficult to find a chef who could convince the masses to be the Chairman of the Board.

In any country, the word "submission" was extremely important.

"Head chef Yuan," Zhang Yan said,"do you have some knowledge about plate presentation and utensils?"

"Yes, I made a set of four Seasons tableware earlier." Yuan Zhou nodded his head. He had already done the plate presentation to the best of his ability. Therefore, he had to control the bowls, plates, and utensils.

"I've been thinking about the tableware recently. There are some things that I can't figure out, so I want to learn some experience from head chef Yuan." Zhang Ji politely stated his purpose for coming.

"President Zhang, you're being too serious. It's an exchange." Yuan Zhou said.

"Learning is learning. I'm already at this age, what face can't I let go? Your Four Seasons tableware is already very well-known in our circle of chefs. If Zhou Shijie didn't stop you, I don't know how many people would want to buy it. " Zhang Ye said.

The Four Seasons tableware was made by Yuan Zhou himself previously to match the seasons. After the new year, Yuan Zhou was preparing to make a set of more complicated season tableware.

"President Zhang, you've come at the right time. It's time to change my cutlery. I'm going to change my Midsummer tableware to autumn tableware." Yuan Zhou said.

"It's better to come at the right time than to come early. If it's possible, head chef Yuan, please let me see the complete tableware of the Four Seasons." Zhang Ye said sincerely.

Yuan Zhou naturally agreed. Zhang Yan followed behind Yuan Zhou, and so did Zhang Ying.

The group of people went directly from the vegetarian Hall to the room where the wood was placed. At the door, Yuan Zhou suddenly thought of something, an important thing.

Previously, when Yuan Zhou used Keemun black tea, the best spring tea, to cook the herbal tea eggs, he was almost beaten to death.

If Yuan Zhou didn't remember wrongly, there was a bowl holder made of 100-year Hainan scented Rosewood behind the door. Zhou Shijie had also reminded him that Chairman Zhang loved wood ...

Yuan Zhou's heart skipped a beat. He took a look at Zhang Ying silently. With the child around, they wouldn't start a fight, would they?

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