Chapter 1420 Only 2 Months Left

Yuan Zhou was a little worried here, but there were people on the other side who spoke more highly of Yuan Zhou and even admired him.

This person was none other than the Cantonese cuisine master Zhen Zu who had come to communicate with Yuan Zhou.

The matter starts from yesterday. Yuan Zhou posted on WeChat Moments and said that he had lost his mobile phone. Then Zhou Shijie called to inquire. Finally, he found out that it was because of a bowl of double skin milk.

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

It just so happened that Song Ming, the president of the Guangdong Provincial Kitchen Federation, and Zhen Zu knew each other and had a good relationship with each other. This person was the famous Cantonese pastry master Zhen Zu once talked about.

Yes, he is a famous Cantonese dim sum master, not from the Dim Sum Association, but the president of the Kitchen Federation. Naturally, there is some grudges and grudges involved, but of course I won’t mention them here for the time being.

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

"Old Zhen, that little Yuan you mentioned is causing trouble again, do you know?" Song Ming asked immediately.

"What's the matter?" Zhen Zu asked curiously: "Did you study some new knife skills or improve the seasoning?"

"That's not true." Song Ming said deliberately.

"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 side in Guangzhou, Guangdong Province." Song Ming didn't care, and still followed his own pace.

"He's here? Where is he now?" Zhen Zu asked in surprise.

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

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

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

"If you want to say something, then say it quickly, it's very long-winded." Zhenzu urged again.

"Then Chef Yuan came here just to try our local double skin milk from Guangdong Province." Song Ming said.

"This..." Zhen Zu paused.

Yes, as Song Ming said, this is really a small thing. To be honest, they will still pursue a thousand miles for a taste. This is a must-have sense of verification for a famous chef.

But how old are they? The development of 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, how can they have such a rigorous spirit at their age, and even with such good cooking skills?

Neither arrogant nor impetuous, Zhen Zu pursued a thousand 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. It's not because I don't love cooking, but because I'm young and it's too late to be proud of having such good cooking skills. How can I treat cooking with such caution and caution as always?

"This son will definitely be passed down to the world in the future." Zhenzu could only say.

"I think so too." Song Ming agreed: "It seems that my trip to Chengdu has been accelerated."

"Go ahead, go ahead, it's worth it." Zhenzu said.

"Okay." Song Ming responded, and then the two hung up the phone in tacit agreement.

After hanging up the phone, both of them had a deeper understanding of Yuan Zhou.

"Neither arrogant nor impetuous. If a person like this doesn't succeed, he is simply blind." Zhenzu joked, and then went to study the recipe.

Hearing about Yuan Zhou's incident inspired him to have higher requirements for cooking skills.

Naturally, Yuanzhou didn't know about these things. It was already dark in Chengdu at this time. Fortunately, although the sky was dark, it was very clear, and there were even bright stars hanging in the dark sky.

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

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

Of course, Yuan Zhou had already changed his clothes at this time. He was wearing a dark-colored narrow-sleeved Hanfu with dark green lotus leaves embroidered on it.

"You change clothes more diligently than me,

It’s too particular. "Ling Hong couldn't help but said.

"Cleanliness and tidiness are the basic requirements for a chef." Yuan Zhou said seriously.

"But you are no longer clean and tidy, but you are severely mysophobic." Ling Hong complained.

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

"Is there actually a midnight snack?" Ling Hong stepped forward and asked with interest.

"Drinking on an empty stomach is harmful to the body." Yuan Zhou said seriously.

"Then let's order some food and drinks. You don't mean to drink whatever you want and you won't come home until you're drunk." Ling Hong said casually.

Yuan Zhou nodded in agreement: "Okay, then Dengying beef, five-spice beans, alcoholic peanuts and two cups of yogurt, that's all."

"You have prepared so much. It seems you are really planning to let me drink all night?" Ling Hong smoothed his spiky hair and said in surprise.

"No, it mainly depends on how long you decide to drink." Yuan Zhou shook his head.

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

"Will you inherit my grandfather's inheritance?"

"Are you my long-lost brother?"

"The above is not a big deal." Ling Hong guessed several answers in succession.

Yuan Zhou couldn't listen anymore, especially the last sentence, "It's not a big deal, it's really cool." He couldn't help but said, "It's not that. You'll know it in a while."

"OK OK, I won't make random guesses, but today's snacks are so rich, can you keep it?" Ling Hong turned his head and looked at the bright lights in the studio over there.

"He won't come." Yuanzhou said firmly.

"Isn't it right? How can he not share the food?" Ling Hong was even more shocked.

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

"Very good, I'll take the plate." Ling Hong picked up the tray prepared on the partition and shrugged.

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

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

After Ling Hong entered, Yuanzhou walked to the door, pulled down the rolling shutter door, and closed the door of the shop. Then he returned to the shop and entered through the cherry shrimp wall-view door.

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

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

There was a pot of Pitong wine, four bottles of red wine, and two draft beers on the stone table. This lineup can be said to be very luxurious.

"Is this all for 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."

"What a generous gesture." Ling Hong sighed, then picked up the yogurt he served and drank it in one gulp: "I want to take a sip to calm down. I always feel that something is wrong with you tonight."

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

"Are you going to say it?" Ling Hong's heart moved, and he felt a little expectant and suddenly didn't want to know.

"It's okay to say it." Yuan Zhou nodded.

"Okay, go ahead." Ling Hong nodded.

"Ruan Xiaoqing has terminal pancreatic cancer. When I met her, she said she only had two months to live." Yuan Zhou said in a clear voice, word by word.

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