Gourmet Food Supplier

In his heart, Yuan Zhou wanted to receive a mission similar to the previous one where he was rewarded with the big gift bag of street snacks. He wanted to get an Encyclopedia of making desserts and then push it to the top. At present, he believed that his desserts were not good enough to be presented to the public, except for those that followed the cuisines.

Upon hearing Zhang Yan's suggestion, Yuan Zhou still refused him straightforwardly, even though he felt embarrassed.

Looking at Yuan Zhou's serious expression, Zhang Ye touched his stomach. He was so used to it that he didn't even have a stomachache.

The truth was that his 'no' had surpassed most people. To be humble, most people would say that it was 99%.

"Then, I'll be looking forward to head chef Yuan's desserts." Although Zhang Yan couldn't imagine what the desserts that Yuan Zhou thought were good would look like, it didn't hinder his sense of anticipation.

It was because Yuan Zhou had never let anyone down.

After the important things were discussed, there was nothing else to do. However, Cheng zhaomei had been studying the cooking method of the duck blood curd recently.

It wasn't that Cheng zhaomei couldn't cook this dish well, but she wanted to improve it to better suit the characteristics of all Sichuan cuisines, which meant that she wanted to make her own specialty, duck blood curd.

Duck's blood curd used to be a hard dish in wudu and could be found everywhere on the streets. However, there were fewer and fewer of them now. There were not many good ones left, not to mention that they had their own characteristics.

Cheng zhaomei's goal was very ambitious, but she only had an idea now. She didn't have any specific ideas. The main reason was that this road was too difficult. Many people had not made a dish of their own in their entire lives, not to mention that Cheng zhaomei's Sichuan cuisine was not the best.

With Yuan Zhou standing there, no one could say that the cuisines they served had reached the highest level. As long as they didn't cook as well as Yuan Zhou, they definitely didn't reach the highest level. Yuan Zhou was now the ceiling of every cuisines.

Even those people from the cuisines that hadn't been served yet were still using Yuan Zhou as an excuse to make demands of themselves, because they believed that Yuan Zhou would definitely serve their cuisines in the near future.

Cheng zhaomei wanted to try to develop her own dishes, so she chose the more common popular dishes. This way, the contrast would be more obvious. First of all, she had to follow the master's example. Second, he had recently encountered a bottleneck in Sichuan cuisine and could not go any further. Therefore, he had to find another way to see if it would work from other directions.

Of course, this idea was only carried out after obtaining Yuan Zhou's consent in advance. The progress of learning had always been controlled by Yuan Zhou. Even though Cheng zhaomei had already finished her apprenticeship, he still habitually reported to Yuan Zhou if she had any problems.

"Master, I don't think there's a problem with the quantity of each ingredient used in the duck blood curd this time. However, the tenderness of each ingredient is still not uniform. I feel that they're not on the same line." Cheng zhaomei said.

"You know that the tenderness of the ingredients is related to the order in which you put them in. Since you know this, why don't you focus on this aspect?" Yuan Zhou said directly.

"Uh, Zhenzhen, I'm just afraid that I'll be stuck in a dead end." Cheng zhaomei replied.

"I'm not wasting my time. There's no problem with this direction." Yuan Zhou said directly.

"Okay, master, I understand." Cheng zhaomei nodded. Thinking about it carefully, she could better understand the characteristics of each ingredient.

He was walking steadily now, but he still had a long way to go before his culinary skills could reach the top level like Yuan Zhou.

After changing her direction recently, Cheng zhaomei felt like she had returned to the time when she was a beginner apprentice. She had learned a lot, so she attached great importance to this learning experience.

Zhang Yan, on the other hand, played the role of a passerby who was drinking tea. When he finally remembered that he wanted to tell Yuan Zhou about his confusion in Sichuan cuisine recently, it was time.

It was time for Yuan Zhou to prepare the ingredients for lunch. Therefore, Zhang Yan could only swallow his words and drink another full cup of tea before he left with Cheng zhaomei.

The two of them did not leave. It was not easy to come here, so they had to have lunch in the restaurant before leaving. If they did not eat, they would feel like they could not move their legs.

Of course, Cheng zhaomei wanted to try her master's duck blood curd to feel better, which was a legitimate reason.

However, the queue time had not started yet, so the two of them sat on the bench under the eaves after they came out and waited for the queue to start.

"The business of little Yuan's restaurant is getting better and better." Zhang Ye's eyes swept across the room and saw more than ten people with the same goal as them. They were all waiting for the meal.

It was only a little past 10 O' clock, and there was still about an hour to go before they had to line up. There were already so many people waiting at this time, so it was possible to calculate how many people would come next as time passed.

"It's normal that master's cooking skills are getting better and better. " Cheng zhaomei said.

"What you said makes sense. The Lamb banquet prepared by little Yuan a few days ago was really amazing." Zhang Ye had a look of realization on his face.

With his status, he had eaten quite a lot of delicacies. However, only the food cooked by Yuan Zhou could give him a feeling of endless aftertaste. He had to admit that it was already Yuan Zhou's era.

Just as Cheng zhaomei and Zhang Yan were waiting for time to pass, a man's arrival caught their attention.

It wasn't that there was anything strange about the man's clothes. He was just wearing casual clothes and looked very ordinary. He was quite handsome, and he looked very handsome. However, he was already in his forties and had the charm of a mature uncle. He was very popular with young girls.

This was not what attracted the attention of Cheng zhaomei and the other two men. What they noticed was his waist. There was a small and exquisite waist drum hanging there. The middle was thin, and the two ends were big. The red paint and beige drum surface were obvious from the oil on it.

Two drumsticks as long as the man's forearms were hanging on the side. They were decorated with red feathers and looked very exquisite.

This was the first time they had seen someone walking around with a drum around their waist. Cheng zhaomei and Zhang Ye looked at it curiously and found it novel.

Of course, the main reason was that waiting was very boring and he had to find something to kill time. Otherwise, it would be bad if he drooled while thinking about the delicacies cooked by Yuan Zhou.

"This is an opera singer?" Cheng zhaomei guessed.

He had a lot of experience in cooking, but he didn't have much insight into other things. Unless he asked about the characteristics of the ingredients, the origin, and so on, he could explain it in a clear way.

"I'm not sure. It feels like a drum. Did little Yuan find a pub to perform?" Zhang Ye said.

Although he hadn't been to the restaurant recently, it didn't mean that he wasn't well-informed. He had long known that the tavern had added a lot of new programs. Although they didn't add wine and dishes, the added programs were also very interesting.

Moreover, everyone's thoughts were that since there were already more programs, it wouldn't be long before they added more dishes with wine and new wine.

The customers were also quite enthusiastic about the program. Of course, this was also related to the highly watchable program selected by Yuan Zhou.

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