Yuan Zhou was a little worried here, but on the other side, someone had a higher evaluation of Yuan Zhou, and they also admired it.

This person is none other than Zhen Zu, a Cantonese cuisine master who once came to communicate with Yuan Zhou.

Things have to start from yesterday, Yuan Zhou sent a circle of friends to say that he lost his mobile phone, and then Zhou Shijie called to ask, and finally knew that it was because of a bowl of double skin milk.

As a senior Yuan Chui, Zhou Shijie naturally had to give Yuan Zhou a wave of favor from the older generation of chefs, so he called the president of the Kitchen Federation of Guangdong Province.

It just so happens that Song Ming, president of the Guangdong Provincial Kitchen Federation, and Zhen Zu still know each other, and the relationship between the two is still very good.

Yes, he is a famous Cantonese point chef who is not from the Dim Sum Association, but the president of the Kitchen Association, and there is naturally a period of grievances and hatreds in this, of course, I will not press it here for the time being.

Because Zhen Zu once talked about Yuan Zhou when they met after returning from Rongcheng, Song Ming called Zhen Zu as soon as he knew about it.

"Lao Zhen, that Xiao Yuan you said is making trouble again, do you know. Song Ming asked.

"What's the matter?" Zhen Zu said curiously: "Did you study any new knife techniques or improve seasoning?"

"Not really. Song Ming deliberately sold a pass.

"Come on, you old man, the older you get, the more you like to do this. Zhen Zu said impatiently.

"Just three days ago, Chef Yuan came to our place in Guangzhou, Guangdong Province. Song Ming didn't care, he still came at his own pace.

"Where are the people now?" asked Zhen Zu in surprise.

"I left a long time ago, and I came to leave early in the morning at night, so I stayed for half the night. Song Ming said.

"Why is that?" asked Zhen Zu with a frown.

"It's not necessarily a big deal, but it's a small thing that I'm telling you about. Song Ming said.

"If you want to say it, say it quickly, it's very verbose. Zhen Zu urged again.

"Chef Yuan is here just to taste our local double skin milk in Guangdong Province. Song Ming said.

"This ......" Zhen Zu paused.

Yes, just like Song Ming said, this matter is really small, to be honest, they will now also pursue thousands of miles for a taste, which is a necessary sense of verification for a celebrity chef.

But how old are they, and the habit of developing such a habit is related to age, experience, and cooking skills.

How old is Yuan Zhou, he is only twenty-seven years old this year, in other words, where can they have such a rigorous spirit at this age, and they still have such good cooking skills.

Not arrogant or impatient, chasing thousands of miles for a little taste, Zhen Zu carefully thought about whether he could do it at the age of twenty-seven, and the answer was no.

The reason is very simple, not because I don't love cooking, but because I am young, it is too late to be proud of such good cooking skills, where will I be so cautious and treat cooking skills as always.

"This son will surely be handed down to the generations to come. Zhen Zu could only say.

"I think so too. Song Ming agreed: "It seems that the progress of my trip to Rongcheng has accelerated." ”

"Go, go, it's worth it. Zhen Zu said.

"Okay. Song Ming responded, and then the two hung up the phone tacitly.

The two people who hung up the phone both had a deeper understanding of Yuan Zhou.

"Not arrogant, not impatient, consistent, such a person is simply blind if he does not succeed. Zhen Zu teased, and then went to study the recipe.

Hearing about this incident in Yuan Zhou aroused his higher requirements for cooking skills.

Yuan Zhou naturally didn't know these things, at this time it was already dark in Rongcheng, but fortunately, although the sky was dark, it was very clear, and there were even bright stars hanging in the dark sky.

It was at this time that Ling Hong came, and at this time, Shen Min's last train had just left.

"Compass, I'm here for a drink. As soon as Ling Hong entered the door, he waved at Yuan Zhou in the kitchen.

Of course, at this time, Yuan Zhou had already changed his clothes, and he was wearing a narrow-sleeved Hanfu embroidered with dark green lotus leaves in the overall ink color.

"You're more diligent than me in changing clothes, and you're too particular about it. Ling Hong couldn't help but say.

"Clean and tidy is a basic requirement for a chef. Yuan Zhou said solemnly.

"But you're not clean anymore, you're seriously clean. Ling Hong complained.

"What to eat?" Yuan Zhou ignored Ling Hong's complaints and asked directly.

"Is there still a supper?" Ling Hong asked with interest.

"Drinking on an empty stomach hurts your body. "Yuan Zhou is a serious way.

"Then let's have some snacks, you don't mean to drink casually, don't get drunk and don't go home. Ling Hong said casually.

Yuan Zhou nodded and agreed: "Okay, then Dengying beef, spiced beans, drunkard peanuts and two cups of yogurt, that's all." ”

"You've prepared so much, it seems that you really plan to let me drink all night?" Ling Hong said in surprise as he stroked his prickly hair.

"No, it's mostly up to you to decide how long you want to drink. Yuan Zhou shook his head.

"Then I'm curious what you're going to tell me. Ling Hong said curiously, "Am I not my father's biological child?"

"My grandfather's inheritance is going to be inherited for you?"

"You're my long-lost brother?"

"None of the above is a big deal. Ling Hong guessed several answers in a row.

Yuan Zhou couldn't listen to it anymore, especially the last sentence was not a big deal, it was really a commotion, and he couldn't help but say: "It's not, you'll know in a while." ”

"OKOK, I won't guess, but today's appetizers are so rich, can you keep it?" Ling Hong turned his head to look at the lights on in the studio over there.

"He's not coming. Yuan Zhou said firmly.

"Isn't it, can you still have food for him?" Ling Hong was even more shocked.

"It's hard to say at other times, but today he won't come. "Yuan Zhou Road.

"Very well, I'll serve the plates. Ling Hong picked up the tray prepared on the partition and shrugged.

"Hmm. Yuan Zhou nodded, then opened the partition and walked out.

Yuan Zhou walked in front and opened the cherry shrimp wall view door to let Ling Hong in.

After Ling Hong entered the door, Yuan Zhou walked to the door and pulled down the roller shutter door, closed the door of the small shop, and then retreated to the store and entered along the cherry shrimp wall view door.

At this time, Ling Hong had already walked to the first floor of the tavern and was about to go up.

When Yuan Zhou went up, he saw Ling Hong stupidly looking at the wine on the table.

On the stone table is a pot of pi tube wine, four bottles of red wine, and two draft beers, this lineup can be said to be very luxurious.

"So many of them invited me?" Ling Hong asked, pointing to the wine.

"You can drink it all if you want. Yuan Zhou said: "But you have to drink the yogurt first." ”

"That's a lot of money. Ling Hong sighed, then picked up the yogurt he brought and drank it in one gulp and said, "I want milk to calm down, I always feel that you are very wrong tonight." ”

"Are you calm?" Yuan Zhou sat down, looked at Ling Hong solemnly and asked.

"What are you going to say?" Ling Hong's heart moved, and he was a little expectant and suddenly a little unwanted.

"I can say it. Yuan Zhou nodded.

"Okay, you can say it. Ling Hong nodded.

"Ruan Xiaoqing has terminal pancreatic cancer, and when I met her, she said she only had two months to live. Yuan Zhou's voice was clear, and he said word by word.

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