Early the next morning, Yuan Zhou walked out the back door with the clear soup and noodle soup he had just eaten before preparing the breakfast ingredients.

It rained last night, and now it's only six o'clock, and the sun hasn't come out yet, but the sky is already bright.

The noodle soup and rice that Yuan Zhou usually came to greet when he walked out the back door did not come.

"Noodle soup, rice. Yuan Zhou said loudly.

"Wang. The signature short cry of the noodle soup rang out at the corner of the street.

Immediately after that, the sound of glutinous rice was also heard.

Yuan Zhou looked sideways at the entrance of the street, where the noodle soup and rice were all squatting, and a little girl was squatting in front of them.

With Yuan Zhou's eyesight, he could naturally see clearly that the little girl was less than ten years old, wearing a very clean goose yellow dress, and her hair was not long but neatly combed.

At this time, she was looking in the direction of Yuanzhou with the sound of noodle soup and rice.

The black grape-like eyes looked at Yuan Zhou and instantly showed an embarrassed expression, and he immediately stood up and took a few steps back.

As if he was found deserted by the teacher, he was a little flustered, and just when Yuan Zhou 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 step faster.

The little girl bowed slightly at Yuan Zhou, then showed a big smile and ran away quickly.

"I don't know whose child it is, but it's very polite and cute. Yuan Zhou looked at the little girl who ran away, standing in place and 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 Yuan Zhou.

To be precise, only the rice is running, and the noodle soup is very calm and step-by-step, very leisurely.

"Noodle soup, you took your daughter-in-law to eat the things of other girls?" Yuan Zhou teased.

"Wang. Noodle soup glanced at Yuan Zhou and called out to answer.

It's just that the look looks like it's saying, "It's not rubbing, it's being fed openly." ”

"It's your breakfast. Yuan Zhou poured the still warm noodle soup into the two bowls.

"Whew. Rice happily circled around Yuan Zhou three times before going to drink soup.

And the noodle soup snorted at Yuan Zhou coldly as always, and went to drink the soup.

Sometimes, diners in Yuanzhou's small shop wonder if the noodle soup is so cold and does not have the demeanor of Thai Ritian at all, because they have drunk too much water......

"Okay, I still have something to do, you can sleep when you drink, I know you didn't sleep last night, and you're in the nursing home. Yuan Zhou squatted down and didn't touch them, but said lightly.

The rice wagged its tail happily, while the noodle soup ignored Yuan Zhou at all and continued to drink the soup.

If Yuan Zhou usually wanted to have a theory with noodle soup, but today because there was a phone call to make later, Yuan Zhou didn't say much, and got up and went back to the kitchen.

Of course, Yuan Zhou went straight upstairs, and while preparing clothes and washing, he picked up his mobile phone and started making calls.

It was six o'clock in the morning.

The phone rang three times and was picked up by the other side.

"Good morning, master. Technician Cheng's sober voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Well, good morning. Yuan Zhou responded.

"Master, my homework is expected to be handed over to you tomorrow, please rest assured. Technician Cheng must have said with some apprehension.

"Speed and quality are both important, but if you want to choose one, after weighing it, quality is more important, so don't be in a hurry to do things, how to complete the dish perfectly, is the most important. Yuan Zhou instructed.

"Master, I know, I will do my best to show my highest level. Cheng Technician said.

"That's good. Yuan Zhou nodded, and continued: "I'm not here to ask you about the monthly exam today. ”

"Master, you have something to say. Technician Cheng secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart and hurriedly asked.

"I'm going to carve in the afternoon, and you inform the people in charge of the Young Kitchen Association, so you can come and observe when you have time. "Yuan Zhou Road.

"I called right away. Technician Cheng immediately responded to the matter, and then asked cautiously: "Master, can I come over to study in the afternoon." ”

"Yes. Yuan Zhou nodded.

Hearing Yuan Zhou's promise, Technician Cheng's tone was cheerful: "Good master." ”

After hanging up the phone, Technician Cheng said to himself: "The people of the Young Kitchen Club, the welfare is really good, 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 in terms of knife skills?"

"I'm not targeting any one chef, I'm talking about all chefs. "Technician Cheng has mentioned it to Yuan Zhou twice, and he wants his master to challenge this title.

[The first knife in China] is not only a title, but also a substantial plaque. The origin is a foodie warlord in the Republic of China period, made of golden silk nanmu, given to a Lu cuisine chef, carved by a famous teacher, the material is also expensive, and it is worth the old nose money, of course, the value is one thing, the main thing is glory.

After the death of the chef, this plaque of golden silk nanmu disappeared until the 80s, and it was placed in the museum by Wang Huai, a famous chef of Huaiyang cuisine.

Huaiyang cuisine is known for its knife skills, but this plaque was for Lu cuisine chefs at the beginning, so this chef Wang Huai is very good at playing and has set up a rule.

Except for the chef of Huaiyang cuisine, whoever can conquer all the masters of Huaiyang cuisine in terms of knife skills is the king of knives and can get a plaque.

As for why Wang Huai said that he is not a chef in Huaiyang cuisine, because if no one does it, it proves that knife skills are still the first in Huaiyang cuisine, and chef Wang Huai is really a witty person.

Thirty years have passed, and there are many people who have challenged, but the plaque is still in the museum, after all, there are twenty or thirty people who can become masters of Huaiyang cuisine, and it is too difficult to defeat them all.

Technician Cheng has always felt that with his 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 weren't for my age, I would have wanted to join the Young Chefs. Technician Cheng reacted suddenly, and hurriedly said: "No, I am a closed disciple of the master, and my status must be higher than that of Liao Yue and them." ”

"Well, it has to be taller than them. Technician Cheng affirmed himself.

The closed disciple, that is, the last apprentice accepted by the master, although Yuan Zhou did not plan to accept it again, but the closed disciple really didn't say this, it was purely Cheng someone's brain supplement.

What the master ordered, Technician Cheng would definitely do it immediately, and immediately called Liao Yue.

Liao Yue's phone couldn't get through, so Technician Cheng called Qin Kaili again and explained the whole thing clearly.

On the other side, Yuan Zhou continued to prepare breakfast, and nothing happened on the way, so it was time for lunch.

It is also rare that Ling Hong accompanied his grandfather, Old Man Ling, to have lunch.

Since Squad Leader Jia left, Old Man Ling hasn't come to the shop again, and it's been more than a year, so the familiar diners all greet the old man.

"Porridge and shredded chicken cold noodles, the taste of Boss Yuan hasn't changed at all. Old Man Ling sighed as he ate.

"Old man, what you said is that people's hearts are easy to change, but the taste of dishes is not so easy to change. The timid man next to him couldn't help but follow.

Old Man Ling shook his head: "People's hearts are indeed the most volatile, but dishes are made by people, so it is difficult to keep the taste unchanged." ”

After thinking about it, he couldn't help but say: "What the old man said is that I think too one-sidedly. ”

Then the crowd caught Yuan Zhou again.

In the gap between cooking, Yuan Zhou silently smiled on the corner of his mouth, of course, wearing a mask, and others couldn't see it.

"Daring, tell me a story today. A diner asked.

"Hehe, today I'm going to tell you an old story of more than eight years......" Timid began to tell.

What is called immersive, timid storytelling is immersive, when telling the story, the words are revealing the gloomy wind.

The level can definitely be compared with Zhang Zhen's storytelling, and someone in the store recommended the timid and strong to work in the radio station.

However, Timid refused, because Timid only had a feeling for telling stories in a small store, and he couldn't find this feeling anywhere else.

"Does that young man come to the store often?" asked Old Man Ling suddenly.

"I'm also a regular visitor, and every time I come, I tell a story, it's like listening to music in a teahouse, which is quite interesting. Ling Hong said.

"It's interesting. Old Man Ling nodded, and then didn't speak again.

"The taste of the food hasn't changed, and the taste of the shop hasn't changed, it's good. Old Man Ling got up after eating.

Ling Hong hurriedly helped: "Grandpa, slow down." ”

"Slow, slow, my body is very tough, I can still backflip, believe it or not?" Old Man Ling opened Ling Hong's hand and didn't let him help him.

"Hmm...... Grandpa, let's not brag, you see if I don't believe it, I won't be able to get off the stage. Ling Hong said after being silent for a while.

"Get out!" Old Man Ling blew his beard and glared.

In the end, he left the shop accompanied by Ling Hong.