Gourmet Food Supplier

During business hours, Yuan Zhou had always adhered to the principle of not being distracted by other things. Those who could greet him with a nod were either close friends or seniors. Otherwise, if he nodded every time a person came, most of his time would be wasted on nodding. He might even lose his head.

Tan Mingxin and Qiu Minglu obviously knew about this. They nodded and found their own seats. They came in earlier and chose a table for two. As they were old, they felt that it was more secure to sit at the table than at the bar.

"What do you want to eat?" Qiu Minglu asked tan Mingxin as he considered which ethnic dishes he would like to eat.

He was good at the cuisines of eight different ethnic groups. If he ordered all of them, he would definitely not be able to finish them. There was a rule in the restaurant that if he couldn't finish them, he would be blacklisted. Moreover, he couldn't take them away. He still needed to remove the rules.

As Yuan Zhou became more and more famous, the rules of the restaurant also became familiar to people. Anyone who came to the restaurant for a meal, even if it was their first time, would want to look for the rules of the restaurant to avoid stepping on Thunder and not be allowed to eat in the restaurant.

It was also the bloody lessons of the predecessors that made everyone particularly vigilant. Many tourists came to Taoxi road. Therefore, as long as the economic conditions allowed it, many tourists also liked to line up in the restaurant to eat.

In the beginning, many people didn't know the rules and came by themselves. They ordered a lot on a whim, thinking that if they couldn't finish it, they would take it away. They didn't read the rules carefully and could only taste the bitter fruit brewed by themselves. They were really blacklisted and couldn't come down. They couldn't come to the restaurant to eat in the future.

Not only did people want to do this, but reality was cruel. Many people regretted it and used themselves as an example to appear in various websites and groups of the restaurant. One reason was to warn people not to make unnecessary mistakes, and the other was to hope that they would have a chance to get off the blacklist.

Although the chances were slim, there was no hope if he didn't cook it. If he did, there would still be a little hope, especially for those who had tasted Yuan Zhou's craftsmanship but couldn't eat it anymore. It was really necessary to keep them in mind.

The people who came later had learned from their predecessors, and were absolutely familiar with several rules related to their own personal interests. Even Qiu Minglu had to memorize the rules before coming.

"I've made a reservation for two dishes. They are the tan family's Kungfu dishes. I would like to try head chef Yuan's cooking."

Tan Mingxin couldn't just ignore the question, so he could only answer honestly. Even if he didn't say it, he would know in a while.

Hearing this, Qiu Minglu gave his old friend a meaningful look, finally understanding why he had been so reluctant before.

"Then I'm really lucky today." Qiu Minglu said.

When su Ruoyan came to place her order, Qiu Minglu immediately opened his mouth and ordered the first few ethnic dishes on the menu. Since he couldn't decide, then it was always right to order according to the order.

"Stir-fried pickled vegetables, Zhuang's white-cut chicken, and bird's nest. These are the first dishes."

"I've already made a reservation, so you can just serve it directly. " Tan Mingxin quickly said.

After su Ruoyan nodded her head to show that she understood, she passed the menu of the table to Yuan Zhou. Before Qiu Minglu had the chance to discuss with tan Mingxin about the reservation, his thoughts were disrupted by the fragrance of the dishes.

"It smells so good." Qiu Minglu sniffed, and the fragrance attracted all his attention.

Tan Mingxin heaved a sigh of relief and sniffed it. He realized that the smell was familiar. He turned around and saw the waiter carrying a bowl over.

When he got closer, he could see that the bowl was full of crystal clear soup. It was thick and mellow, with white garlic and other ingredients. This was a classic snack of Beijing cuisine, fried liver.

The most authentic way to eat stir-fried liver was to suck it in a circle around the bowl. After sucking it in a circle, the bowl full of stir-fried liver would not be in danger of overflowing.

"Xilihulu"

That was how tan Mingxin did it after he got the fried liver. He sucked it first. The soup was crystal clear, the pig intestines were soft and tender, and the liver was tender and fragrant. It was light but not greasy, rich and delicious. It was delicious.

Even though he had already eaten soy milk and fried dough sticks in the morning, the fried liver was still amazing enough.

"You're eating with your bowl. Isn't it unkind of you not to share some? I was prepared to share some with you when the dishes I ordered were served." Qiu Minglu said confidently.

Tan Mingxin didn't want to share, but he was also very curious about the dishes that Qiu Minglu had ordered. If he didn't share them with him, he would definitely not have a share when the dishes were served later. Thus, he had no choice but to reluctantly share some.

Qiu Minglu picked up a diamond-shaped slice of pig liver and put it in his mouth. The surface was covered with a layer of clear broth, fresh and rich, while the pig liver inside was soft, tender, and fragrant. There was no trace of internal organ odor at all. It was handled very well.

"It's soft, smooth, tender, and exceptionally delicious. It leaves a fragrance in the mouth after eating it. It doesn't have the fishy smell of ordinary pig liver at all. It's really a brilliant technique." Qiu Minglu was full of praise for the food.

"That's right. Do you think head chef Yuan's cooking skills are just for show?" Tan Mingxin rolled his eyes at Qiu Minglu.

"Which dishes did you order?"

Qiu Minglu had originally thought that he would know when the dishes were served, but now that he had eaten the fried liver, he couldn't wait to know what other delicious dishes would be served.

"Bird's nest soup and steamed sesame bun, these two. " Tan Ming thought.

"They're all good stuff. " Qiu Minglu's eyes brightened with even more anticipation.

There was never a time when Yuan Zhou's dishes were not delicious. It was not uncommon for two good friends to almost fight over the uneven distribution of the food when they came here for the delicious food.

It could be said that this restaurant was not only a testing stone for friendship but also for love and kinship. If one wanted to know whether a relationship was good or not, one would have to come to this restaurant to test if the person could let you eat more of Yuan Zhou's delicacies.

The better Yuan Zhou's culinary skills were, the more lofty the status of master chef Restaurant was and the more prestigious it would be. It was only natural that it would be regarded as the standard by all kinds of people.

With the arrival of tan Mingxin and Qiu Minglu, the curtain of the last in-name disciples of the Chinese cuisines was lifted. At this point, Yuan Zhou had finally accepted all the in-name disciples of the Chinese cuisines.

The domestic market was already over, but there were still many people in the world who were still crying for food. In the following days, Cheng zhaomei and Xu ban were very busy. They were busy putting Yuan Zhou's ideas into reality.

Inspired by Qiu Minglu and the others, Yuan Zhou felt that it wasn't a good idea to accept in-name disciples one by one. Moreover, he couldn't be too biased. As the master chef, he couldn't share everything equally. He had to be able to accept them.

After the Chinese cuisines came to an end, Yuan Zhou proposed to set up a Yuan society to specially select chefs from all over the world who were talented, wanted to improve, and willing to work hard to improve their cooking skills. After joining the conference, they would have the opportunity to listen to Yuan Zhou's lectures once a month.

Of course, what Yuan Zhou said was actually just a concept and a general framework. For example, it was for the whole world. Regardless of the country's nationality, age was divided into three stages, namely youth, middle-aged, and elderly. The other was that the quota was once a month, but it had to be rotated once a year. Even if one didn't work hard, they might be directly kicked out by the people who caught up later. This could also effectively ensure that there would be no one who would sit there and eat nothing.

Of course, the specific rules were decided by Xu ban and Cheng zhaomei in the following time after they discussed and came up with the articles and regulations. Even the name of the club was decided by them. Although Yuan Zhou felt a little embarrassed, he didn't think too much about it when he thought of the fact that he was the host.

With sufficient preparation in advance, Cheng zhaomei, Xu ban, and Yuan Zhou had also invested a lot of energy into it. Three months later, the first batch of the yuan society officially began.

At this point, in the history of the world, the major organizations that promoted the rise of the cooking industry finally opened the curtain and lifted the mysterious veil, making great contributions to the cultivation of generations of excellent chefs.

It had also left a deep mark in history, which made many scholars of Yuan Zhou interested in this knowledge that had affected generations of chefs since its appearance. Many experts from various countries had made in-depth and simple analysis of this knowledge. Unfortunately, they couldn't figure out what exactly prompted Yuan Zhou to make such a selfless contribution.

"Congratulations to the host for completing the ultimate mission and directly becoming the God of Cooking!"

After the yuan society successfully held the first competition, the system started to set off fireworks in Yuan Zhou's mind. It was colorful and gorgeous, but it couldn't be concealed. One line of words was very conspicuous. The crazily blooming words showed the excitement of the system at first glance.

Of course, it should be excited. It was simply an unbelievable thing to complete the mission and become the master chef when Yuan Zhou was less than 40 years old. It was no easier than binding himself to a system.

That was exactly what Yuan Zhou had done. The system sincerely felt that it was a very lucky thing to be able to bind itself to Yuan Zhou. It was definitely the most correct thing it had done since it became the system.

"I've finally achieved my goal. "

Yuan Zhou raised his eyes and looked at the unrestrained clouds in the sky. He was neither excited nor nervous in his heart. Instead, he had a sense of "when the water flows, a channel is formed." He had long expected this. Now, the dust had settled.

"I've completed my mission. What do you plan to do in the future, system?"

Although he had completed the mission, Yuan Zhou was still smug. This was not the end but another starting point. There was no end to learning.

Sensing the vigorous faith in Yuan Zhou's heart, the system displayed,""In the future, I'll accompany the host and record the dishes, knife skills, and other cooking skills that the host created so that the system's database can be updated,"

It appeared to have taken Yuan Zhou as the object of information collection. This was the most implicit acknowledgment of the system.

"Then let's work hard together!" Yuan Zhou was quite confident.

"Blockhead, come here, come here. Take a look at the banner here. Do you need to move a little to the left?"

In the distance, Yin ya shouted loudly at Yuan Zhou. A comfortable smile hung on her pretty and bright face. Her eyes and eyebrows were filled with happiness. At first sight, one could tell she was very satisfied with her life.

"They're here. "

Yuan Zhou answered and then walked towards Yin ya with big steps. It was quite lively there, but he was walking towards another destination.

The starting point and the ending point were just death. It was up to the human race to decide what to do.

(The end of the book)

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