Chapter 1542 Do Your Best for the Teacher

The distance from the airport to the Kitchen Federation office where Zhou Shijie works takes about an hour and fifteen minutes.

During this time, Fujiwara Iemoto called.

Because there is a one-hour time difference between Japan and China. In Japan, 12 noon is 11 noon in China. Of course, Zhou Shijie has not yet gotten off work at this time.

So, when Zhong Lili answered the call outside the door, Zhou Shijie directly picked up the phone and started chatting with Fujiwara Iemoto.

Fujiwara Iemoto suppressed his anxiety, and after chatting with Zhou Shijie slowly for a while, he said, "I heard that Yuan Jun will hold a personal cooking exhibition recently. I wonder if Zhou Jun knows about this?"

"Yes, it will officially start in two days." Zhou Shijie was shocked and had a bad feeling.

"So are Mr. Zhou planning to invite me?" Fujiwara Iemoto did not mince words this time, but asked directly.

"This...Mr. Fujiwara, you have always attended state banquet level banquets. This is only the first time that Yuan Zhou has held a personal cooking exhibition, and he is not planning to hold a grand event." Zhou Shijie said tactfully.

Yes, Zhou Shijie's meaning was very clear. He had no intention of sending an invitation to Fujiwara Iemoto, so he was prevaricating like this.

"No, no, no, this is Zhou Jun's narrow-mindedness. Yuan Jun's excellent cooking skills should naturally be held in a big way, and Yuan Jun's cooking skills can completely match the state banquet." Fujiwara Iemoto said seriously.

"That's right, Yuan Zhou's cooking skills are naturally not inferior to the state banquet, but this time it is really..." Zhou Shijie was both proud of Yuan Zhou's cooking skills, but also a little worried.

Zhou Shijie could naturally hear what Fujiwara Iemoto meant, but there really were no extra invitations for a while.

But this time Zhou Shijie was interrupted by Fujiwara Iemoto before he finished speaking. He said directly: "Don't Mr. Zhou plan to invite me?"

"Here, it's like this. The cooking show is about to start. I'm afraid, Mr. Fujiwara, you don't have time." Zhou Shijie, who has always been full of adult hypocrisy, said tactfully.

Fujiwara Iemoto naturally understood Zhou Shijie's repeated rejections. If Fujiwara Iemoto usually just put down the phone and said nothing.

Just kidding, what is his identity? It would be nice if he could ask for the invitation in person. How could he be rejected several times like this? But thinking about Yuan Zhou's amazing sword attack at that Sino-Japanese exchange meeting, he held back.

He wanted to see how much such a young man had grown in the past year.

I want to taste the deliciousness that comes from the ingredients themselves that are brought out to the extreme.

"In that case, I'm waiting for Mr. Zhou's invitation." Fujiwara Iemoto took a deep breath and immediately climbed up the pole, then hung up the phone after speaking.

"What...what is this?" Zhou Shijie looked at the hung up phone, feeling both angry and amused.

"This old man has become so shameless." Zhou Shijie laughed and cursed, but at the same time he was happy for Yuan Zhou in his heart.

After laughing, Zhou Shijie was confused again and began to think about where Fujiwara Iemoto's invitation came from.

Although Zhou Shijie clearly refused, he still wanted to invite Fujiwara Iemoto to come. It was impossible for him to give Yuan Zhou the prestige that came to his door.

Fujiwara Iemoto's status is still very high, and his reputation is also very wide. His title of the Japanese who knows the best Chinese cuisine is also recognized by the International Chefs Federation.

Such a person came to ask for the invitation in person and strongly requested to participate. How could Zhou Shijie not allow it? What he was worried about now was where to get the invitation.

Zhou Shijie sat behind his desk and thought seriously. However, although this matter was urgent, there were other tasks related to the cooking show that required Zhou Shijie's instructions, so he just thought of ways while working.

After all, in his opinion, it would be enough to give Fujiwara Iemoto an accurate word before today. A four-hour flight from Daorong City in Japan is not too far away.

But I never expected that Fujiwara Iemoto was impatient. Only twenty minutes later, Fujiwara Iemoto called again. This time, he did not talk about the invitation letter, but asked about the temperature in Chengdu.

He said he wanted to come and talk to Zhou Shijie about a new Chinese dish he had recently developed.

This is obviously because the drunkard is not interested in drinking and is urging him to give the invitation letter.

Zhou Shijie became even more helpless after hanging up the phone again, but it was not over yet. At twelve o'clock, when Zhou Shijie was about to have lunch after get off work, Fujiwara Iemoto took the time to call again.

This time Fujiwara Iemoto stopped talking about anything else and started talking about the establishment of diplomatic relations between China and Japan and the friendship between China and Japan.

The big hats were put on Zhou Shijie's head one by one. The implication was that Fujiwara Iemoto was willing to make his own contribution to the friendship between China and Japan.

Fujiwara Iemoto's attitude was extremely low. Even Zhou Shijie, who was so low, said readily: "Then shall I air-ship the invitation letter to Mr. Fujiwara, or shall I send it to you when you arrive in China?"

"No need to trouble Mr. Zhou, I can pick it up directly for my afternoon flight." Fujiwara Iemoto said immediately.

"Okay, then I look forward to your arrival, Mr. Fujiwara." Zhou Shijie said politely.

"See you in the evening." After Fujiwara Iemoto said, he hung up the phone with satisfaction and went straight downstairs to leave.

"Well, Li Minghui has been training for so long anyway. It seems that he can't catch up this time, so he can only wait for next time." Zhou Shijie took out the invitation for Li Minghui from the drawer and sighed.

That's right, Zhou Shijie was urged by Fujiwara Iemoto to send out the invitation from his eldest apprentice Li Minghui.

"Minghui shouldn't mind." Zhou Shijie decisively wrote Fujiwara Iemoto's name on the blank invitation and put it on the other side.

Zhou Shijie originally planned to let them watch him write the two invitations to his apprentices in the drawer and give them some preferential treatment, but now it is obvious that only Liu Tong can enjoy them.

And Li Minghui, who had originally made an appointment to come to pick up the invitation tonight, didn't know anything yet.

However, the principle that good fortune never comes alone and misfortune never comes alone applies everywhere.

At just half past one, Chu Xiao took August to the building of the Kitchen Federation. This time, Zhou Shijie personally came downstairs to pick him up.

This is the first time for August to come to the Kitchen Federation, and with his status, he is on par with Zhou Shijie, or in other words, he, August, is more famous abroad.

As soon as he arrived at the office, Chu Xiao said directly without waiting for August to speak: "I've brought him here. You can discuss the rest among yourselves. I have something else to do, so I'll leave first."

He said the same thing to August, and then Chu Xiao left directly.

As soon as Chu Xiao left, the person who acted as translator became Zhong Lili, and Zhong Lili's French was quite good.

August fluently expressed his desire to participate in Yuan Zhou's personal cooking exhibition, and then Zhou Shijie naturally remembered the invitation in the drawer that originally belonged to his favorite apprentice Liu Tong.

Naturally, Liu Tong's invitation was not saved.

"Master has tried his best." Zhou Shijie looked at August holding the invitation and thought to himself.

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