In the early morning of the next day, Yuanzhou walked out the back door with the clear noodle soup he had just finished before preparing the ingredients for breakfast.
It rained last night, it’s only 6 o’clock, the sun is still cool, but the sky is already bright.
Usually the noodle soup and rice that Yuanzhou would come to greet when he walked out of the back door did not come.
“Noodle soup, rice.” Yuan Zhou said loudly.
“Wang.” Noodle Soup’s signature short cry rang out at the intersection.
Then the cry of rice sticky sticky rice also came.
Yuanzhou turned his head to look at the street entrance, the noodle soup and rice were all squatting there, and a little girl was squatting in front of them.
With Yuan Zhou’s eyesight, he could clearly see that the little girl was less than ten years old. She was wearing a very clean goose-yellow dress. Her hair was not long but neatly combed.
At this time, she was looking in the direction of Yuanzhou with the cries of noodle soup and rice.
He looked at Yuanzhou with black grape-like eyes and immediately showed an embarrassed look, he immediately stood up and took a few steps back.
As if she was found deserting by her teacher, she was in a hurry. Just when Yuanzhou was about to shake his head to show that he didn’t mind the noodle soup and rice being touched, the little girl took a quicker step.
The little girl directly bowed at Yuanzhou, then showed a big smile and ran away quickly.
“I don’t know who’s the kid, but he’s quite polite and cute.” Yuan Zhou looked at the little girl who ran away and stood there waiting for the noodle soup and rice to come back.
Sure enough, as soon as the little girl left, the noodle soup and rice ran towards Yuanzhou.
Accurately speaking, only the rice is running, and the noodle soup is very calm and step by step, very leisurely.
“You brought your daughter-in-law to eat the noodle soup again?” Yuan Zhou teased.
“Wang Wang.” Noodle Soup glanced at Yuan Zhou and called out to answer.
It’s just that the expression looks like he is saying: “This is not rubbing, this is being fed upright.”
“This is your breakfast.” Yuan Zhou poured the warm noodle soup into two bowls.
“Wang woo.” Rice happily circled Yuanzhou three times before going to drink the soup.
As always, the noodle soup gave Yuan Zhou a cold snort and went to drink the soup.
Sometimes, the diners of Yuanzhou’s small shop wonder if the noodle soup is so cold, and it doesn’t have the style of Tairitian at all. Is it because they drink too much water…
“Okay, I have something else to do, so you can go to bed after drinking. I know you didn’t sleep last night, you are watching the nursing home.” Yuan Zhou squatted down and didn’t touch them, but said lightly.
Rice wagged his tail happily, while Noodle Soup ignored Yuan Zhou and continued to drink the soup.
Usually Yuanzhou would definitely have a discussion with the noodle soup, but today because there was a phone call to be made, Yuanzhou didn’t say much, just got up and went back to the kitchen.
Of course, Yuan Zhou went straight back upstairs, picked up his cell phone and started making calls while preparing his clothes for washing.
It was just six o’clock in the morning.
The phone rang three times before being picked up.
“Master, good morning.” Technician Cheng’s sober voice came from the other end of the phone.
“Well, good morning.” Yuan Zhou replied.
“Master, my homework is expected to be handed over to you tomorrow, please don’t worry.” Technician Cheng must be a little nervous.
“Speed and quality are both important, but if you want to choose one, after weighing it, the quality is more important, so don’t be in a hurry, how to complete the dish perfectly is the most important.” Yuanzhou instructed.
“Master, I know, I will try my best to show my highest level.” Technician Cheng said.
“That’s good.” Yuan Zhou nodded and continued, “I’m not here to ask you about your monthly exam today.”
“Master, you have something to say.” Technician Cheng was secretly relieved and asked quickly.
“I want to carve in the afternoon, you inform the person who will be in charge of the Green Chef Association, and you can come and observe when you have time.” Yuanzhou said.
“I’ll call immediately.” Technician Cheng responded immediately, and then carefully asked, “Master, can I come over to study this afternoon?”
“Yes.” Yuan Zhou nodded.
Hearing Yuanzhou’s agreement, Technician Cheng’s tone was cheerful: “Good master.”
After hanging up the phone, Technician Cheng said to himself: “People from the Green Chef Club, the benefits are really good, and there is such an opportunity.”
“If it weren’t for my master’s modesty, the signboard of Huaxia’s first knife must be the master’s. Who can beat my master with knife skills?”
“I’m not targeting one chef, I mean all chefs.” Technician Cheng had mentioned it to Yuanzhou twice, and wanted his own chef to challenge this title.
[Huaxia First Sword] is not only a title, but also a substantial plaque. The origin is a food warlord in the Republic of China. It was made of golden nanmu and given to a chef of Shandong cuisine. It was carved by a famous teacher.
After the chef’s death, the plaque of this golden nanmu disappeared, and it didn’t reappear until the 1980s, when it was put in the museum by Wang Huai, a famous Huaiyang chef.
Huaiyang cuisine is known for its knives, but this plaque was originally for the chef of Shandong cuisine, so the chef Wang Huai was very good at playing and established a rule.
Apart from Huaiyang cuisine chefs, whoever can conquer all Huaiyang cuisine masters in knife skills, that is, the king of knives, can get a plaque.
As for why Wang Huai said that he is not a chef of Huaiyang cuisine, because if no one can do it, it will prove that knife skills are still the first in Huaiyang cuisine. Chef Wang Huai is really a witty person.
In the past 30 years, there have been many challenges, but the plaque is still in the museum. After all, there are 20 or 30 people who can become Huaiyang cuisine masters. It is too difficult to defeat them all.
Technician Cheng has always felt that with the master’s knife skills, he will definitely be able to get the plaque that has been hanging in the air for 30 years.
“If it wasn’t for my age, I would have wanted to join the Green Chef Club.” Technician Cheng suddenly reacted and said quickly, “No, I am the master’s closed disciple, and I must have a higher status than Liao Yue and the others who were watching.”
“Well, it must be higher than them.” Technician Cheng affirmed himself.
The closed disciple is the last apprentice accepted by the master. Although Yuan Zhou did not plan to accept any more, the closed disciple did not say this.
What the master ordered, Technician Cheng would definitely do it right away, and immediately called Liao Yue.
Liao Yue couldn’t get through on the phone, so technician Cheng called Qin Kaili again and explained the whole thing clearly.
On the other side, Yuanzhou continued to prepare breakfast, nothing happened on the way, so it was lunchtime smoothly.
Also rare, Ling Hong accompanied his grandfather, Mr. Ling, to lunch.
Since Mr. Jia left, Mr. Ling has not been to the shop for more than a year, so the diners who are familiar with him greet the old man.
“The taste of porridge and shredded chicken cold noodles has not changed at all.” Mr. Ling sighed while eating.
“Old man, what you said, people’s hearts are easy to change, but the taste of vegetables is not so easy to change.” The cowardly next to him couldn’t help but say something ~IndoMTL.com~ Mr. Ling shook his head: “It is true that people’s hearts are the most changeable. , but the dishes are made by people, so it is difficult to keep the taste the same.”
After thinking about it timidly, I couldn’t help but say: “What the old man said is that I think too one-sidedly.”
Then the crowd caught Yuan Zhou and praised him again.
During the cooking interval, Yuan Zhou smiled silently at the corner of his mouth. Of course, he was wearing a mask, so no one else could see it.
“Bold, tell me a story today.” A diner asked.
“Hey, today I’ll tell you an old story from eight years ago…” Cowardly began to tell.
What does it mean to be immersed in the scene? Telling a story if you are timid is like being in the scene. When telling a story, your words reveal a gloomy wind.
The level is definitely comparable to that of Zhang Zhen’s storytelling. Someone in the store recommended Timid to work in the radio station.
However, the cowardly refused, because the cowardly only had the feeling of telling stories in the small store, and could not find this kind of feeling in other places.
“Does that young man come to the store often?” Mr. Ling suddenly asked.
“It’s also a regular visitor. Every time I come, I tell a story, just like listening to music in a teahouse. It’s very interesting.” Ling Hong said.
“It’s very interesting.” Mr. Ling nodded, and then stopped talking.
“The taste of the dishes has not changed, and the taste of the small shop has not changed. It’s really good.” Mr. Ling got up after eating.
Ling Hong quickly supported: “Grandpa, please slow down.”
“Slow what’s slow, my body is very tough, I can do a backflip, believe it or not?” Mr. Ling opened Ling Hong’s hand and didn’t let him help him.
“Well…Grandpa, let’s not brag. If you don’t believe me, I won’t be able to get off the stage.” Ling Hong said after a long silence.
“Go away!” Mr. Ling blew his beard and stared.
In the end, he left the store accompanied by Ling Hong.
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