Chapter 1612 China’s First Sword

Early the next morning, Yuanzhou walked out of the back door with the clear noodle soup he had just finished before preparing breakfast ingredients.

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

The noodle soup and rice that usually greeted Yuan Zhou when he walked out of the back door didn't come.

"Noodle soup, rice." Yuan Zhou said loudly.

"Woof." Noodle Soup's signature short cry sounded at the street corner.

Then the sound of glutinous rice came.

Yuanzhou turned his head and looked at the street entrance. Noodle soup and rice were all squatting there, and in front of them was a little girl.

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

At this time, she was looking in the direction of Yuan Zhou following the sounds of noodle soup and rice.

Looking at Yuan Zhou with eyes like black grapes, he immediately showed an embarrassed expression and immediately stood up and took a few steps back.

He looked a little flustered as if the teacher had discovered he was deserting. 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 to Yuan Zhou, then showed a big smile and ran away quickly.

"I don't know whose child it is. 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, noodle soup and rice rushed towards Yuan Zhou.

To be precise, only the rice was running around, and the noodle soup was coming in very calmly, step by step, in a very leisurely manner.

"Did you take your wife to eat the noodle soup with the little girl's food again?" Yuanzhou teased.

"Woof woof." Mian Tang glanced at Yuan Zhou and called out in reply.

It's just that the look on his face seemed to say: "This is not bullying, this is being fed openly."

"This is your breakfast." Yuanzhou poured the still warm noodle soup into two bowls.

"Wow." Mi Mi happily circled Yuan Zhou three times before going to drink the soup.

As for the noodle soup, he barked at Yuan Zhou coldly as always and went to drink the soup.

Sometimes, diners at Yuanzhou's shop wonder if they have drunk too much water because the noodle soup is so cold and not at all like Tai Ritian's style...

"Okay, I have something else to do. You guys can have a drink and get some sleep. I know you didn't sleep last night and were looking after the house." Yuan Zhou knelt down and did not touch them, but said lightly.

Rice wagged its tail happily, while Nian Tang ignored Yuan Zhou and continued to drink the soup.

Normally, Yuan Zhou would definitely have to argue with Nian Tang, but today because he had a phone call to make later, Yuan Zhou didn't say much and got up and went back to the kitchen.

Of course, Yuanzhou went straight back upstairs. While preparing clothes and washing, he picked up his cell phone and started making calls.

It was just six o'clock in the morning.

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

"Master, good morning." 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 don't worry." Technician Cheng said with a certain amount of anxiety.

"Speed ​​and quality are both important, but if you want to choose one, after weighing the balance, quality is more important, so don't be impatient. How to complete the dishes perfectly is the most important." Yuan Zhou instructed.

"Master, I understand, 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 the monthly exam today."

"Master, you have something to say." Technician Cheng secretly breathed a sigh of relief and asked quickly.

"I'm going to carve this afternoon. You can inform the people in charge of the Qing Kitchen Association to come over and observe if you have time." Yuan Zhou said.

"I'll call right away." Technician Cheng immediately agreed to the matter, and then carefully asked: "Master, can I come over to study this afternoon."

"Can.

"Yuan Zhou nodded.

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

After hanging up the phone, Technician Cheng said to himself: "The benefits for people in the Green Kitchen Association are really great, and we have this kind of opportunity."

"If it weren't for my master's modesty, the brand name of China's No. 1 Sword must belong to the master. Who can beat my master in sword competition?"

"I'm not targeting a certain chef, I'm talking about all chefs." Technician Cheng mentioned this to Yuan Zhou twice and wanted his own chef to challenge for this title.

[China's No. 1 Sword] is not only a title, but also a substantial plaque. The origin is from a foodie warlord during the Republic of China. It was made of golden nanmu and given to a Shandong cuisine chef. It was carved by a famous master. The material is also precious and worth the money. Of course, being valuable is one thing, but the main thing is the glory.

After the chef died, the golden nanmu plaque disappeared. It did not appear again until the 1980s, and was placed in the museum by Wang Huai, a famous Huaiyang cuisine chef.

Huaiyang cuisine is famous for its knife skills, but this plaque was originally given to the Shandong cuisine chef, so this chef Wang Huai was very good at playing and established a rule.

Aside from Huaiyang cuisine chefs, whoever can conquer all Huaiyang cuisine masters in terms of knife skills will be the King of Knife and will receive a plaque.

As for why Wang Huai wants to mention chefs from Huaiyang cuisine, because if no one can do it, it will prove that Huaiyang cuisine is still the best in knife skills. Chef Wang Huai is really a witty person.

Thirty years have passed, and many people have challenged him, but the plaque is still in the museum. After all, there are only twenty or thirty 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 sword skills, he will definitely be able to get the plaque that has been vacant for thirty years.

"If it weren't for my age, I would have wanted to join the Green Chef Association." Technician Cheng reacted suddenly and said quickly: "No, I am a close disciple of the master, and my status must be higher than that of Liao Yue and the others who are observing."

"Well, I must be higher than them." Technician Cheng affirmed.

The closed disciple is the last disciple accepted by the master. Although Yuan Zhou does not intend to accept any more, the closed disciple has never said this. It is purely based on Cheng's imagination.

Technician Cheng would definitely do what the master ordered immediately and called Liao Yue immediately.

Liao Yue couldn't get through on the phone, so Technician Cheng called Qin Kaili again to explain the whole matter clearly.

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

It was also rare that Ling Hong came to have lunch with his grandfather, Mr. Ling.

Mr. Ling has not been to the shop for more than a year since Captain Jia left, so all the diners he knows well say hello to the old man.

"Boss Yuan's rice porridge and shredded chicken cold noodles have not changed at all." Mr. Ling sighed as he ate.

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

Mr. Ling shook his head: "People's hearts are indeed the most changeable, but food is made by people, so it is difficult to keep the taste unchanged."

After the timid Zhuang thought about it carefully, he couldn't help but said: "What the old man said is that I thought too one-sidedly."

Then the crowd caught Yuan Zhou and praised him again.

While cooking, Yuan Zhou smiled silently. Of course, he was wearing a mask so that no one else could see him.

"Bold, what story will you tell me today?" a diner asked.

"Hey, today I will tell you an old story from more than eighty years ago..." Timid Zhuang began to tell.

The sound is immersive, and the timid and strong storyteller is immersed in the scene. When telling the story, the words reveal the gloomy and desolate atmosphere.

The quality is definitely on par with Zhang Zhen's story-telling. Someone in the store recommended that the timid person should work in a radio station.

However, Cowardly Zhuang refused. The reason is that Cowardly Zhuang only feels good telling stories in small stores and cannot find this feeling elsewhere.

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

"I am also a regular visitor. Every time I come, I tell a story. It's like listening to music in a teahouse. It's quite interesting." Ling Hong said.

"It's quite interesting." Mr. Ling nodded and then said nothing more.

"The taste of the food has not changed, and the taste of the shop has not changed. It's really good." Mr. Ling stood up after finishing the meal.

Ling Hong quickly supported him: "Grandpa, please slow down."

"Why slow down? I'm very strong and I can do backflips. Believe it or not?" Mr. Ling opened Ling Hong's hand and refused to let him hold it.

"Well... Grandpa, we don't brag. You see, if I say 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!" Mr. Ling blew his beard and glared.

Finally, accompanied by Ling Hong, he left the shop.

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