Chapter 1704 He Probably Won’t Take Action

The soup activity is in full swing, and in the next few days, more and more people are paying attention.

The most outrageous thing is that on the third day after the event started, # Chef God’s Soup King Selection # ranked 17th on Weibo’s hot search list.

Really, in today's fan economy, in addition to exposing food safety issues, this is the first time that pure food has been trending.

Of course, as a popular figure, Yuan Zhou has been searched many times.

On the fourth day, Song Ming led a group of chefs from the Cantonese Cuisine Association and booked the entire Internet cafe for voting.

Booking the Internet cafe is not because they are luxurious, but because there are so many chefs who come, all the votes are made in a few minutes, and then the rest of the time is spent staring at the screen and staring at the messages on the event page.

"The diners of this year are not good. The soups with high votes are all of low difficulty. Why didn't anyone vote for my mutton stew with ginseng, wolfberry and wolfberry?!"

"I have learned a lot. I want to write down these methods of canvassing votes. Maybe they will be useful in the future."

"Tsk, tsk, there were people who were dissatisfied with Chef Yuan being the honorary vice president before. Seeing how they casually promoted it, they immediately exploded."

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A group of people stared at the screen attentively, which made the Internet cafe owner a little confused. This group of people in suits and ties had serious expressions on their faces, as if they were reading a report.

Song Ming, the president of the Cantonese Cuisine Association here, is very happy, but Zhang Yan, the other president, is not so happy.

Zhang Yan is unhappy because he is not "jealous" of Yuan Zhou's promotion of Cantonese cuisine. After all, Chef Yuan Zhou is their chef from Sichuan. This is indelible and cannot be changed!

"Dad, why are you so arrogant all day long?" Zhang Ying asked.

"Horse face" is a dialect that describes a serious expression or a bad expression. Zhang Ying is not busy these days, so she often goes home to rest, but when she comes back, she sees her father always with this expression.

"It's none of your business." Zhang Yan's words were stiff: "If you have nothing to do, go out with your friends for a trip. Don't come back for a meal as soon as you have a holiday."

"Dad! I'm coming back to stay with you because I'm afraid you'll be lonely." Zhang Ying said.

Zhang Yan sneered and said: "Don't take it so naturally. As for accompanying me, do I still need your company? Am I short of money or something? There is a generation gap between you and me."

"Am I your biological child? I'm going to find my biological trash can!" Zhang Ying said.

"That's a good relationship." Zhang Yan was unmoved and added, "I can even sponsor you for the round-trip fare."

"..." Zhang Ying had nothing to say. You must know that she is also a CEO. Although she is not as good as Jiang Changxi, every time she talks to her father, she is always the one left speechless in the end.

"No matter what, I'm going to eat and drink as much as I want, eat your food, live in yours, and use yours." Zhang Ying finally used a trick to cheat.

Zhang Yan ignored her and turned around and walked to the study. Zhang Ying followed behind. She was really worried about Zhang Yan.

As the president of the Sichuan Cuisine Association, Zhang Yan's study room was quite antique, like the piece of red sandalwood he found earlier, and others, which were piled full of various things.

"Don't step on my wood. Even if you sell it by the pound, I won't be able to pay for my wood." Zhang Yan said, he is also a wood lover.

The word "wood lover" sounds weird, but in fact, people like to collect more precious wood, and they don't use it for carving, they just save it.

You must know that nowadays, let alone 100-year-old huanghuali, there are very few old trees that are thirty or forty years old.

What Zhang Yan is most proud of is that a small piece of century-old small-leaf rosewood is preserved in the study.

"..." If she is sold by the pound, do you think she is pork? But Zhang Ying also knows that these woods are very expensive. The most important thing is that old wood is not only expensive, but also cannot be bought even if you have money.

Zhang Yan thought about it for a while, packed up his things and prepared to go out.

"Dad, where are you going?" Zhang Ying asked.

"Chef God's Shop." Zhang Yan didn't even look back.

When Zhang Ying heard this, her eyes lit up. Maybe she could see her idol. Zhang Ying immediately said, "I want to go too."

Ever since, Zhang Yan and his daughter came to the God of Cooking shop.

Along the way, Zhang Ying kept wondering what she was doing at the God of Cooking shop.

But Zhang Yan kept his mouth shut and said nothing from beginning to end.

"President Zhang."

After lunch time, Yuanzhou was about to make something for himself when he saw Zhang Yan and greeted him first.

"I came without telling Chef Yuan. I hope I didn't disturb Chef Yuan," Zhang Yan said.

Yuanzhou shook his head honestly: "No."

Zhang Ying took advantage of the opportunity and asked: "Boss Yuan, will Sister Jiang come to dinner tonight?"

"I don't know." Yuan Zhou replied, "But she is very busy at the company recently and rarely comes here."

"Oh." Zhang Ying's mood instantly dropped.

Zhang Yan exchanged pleasantries with Yuan Zhou, mainly asking about the current situation, and also revealed to Yuan Zhou that the Sichuan Cuisine Association is about to change its term, and the next president will most likely be Technician Cheng. To put it bluntly, Cheng Besides Yuan Zhou, who can compete with the level of Sichuan cuisine among the technicians?

"It's time to change the term. President Zhang, what's wrong with your health?" Yuan Zhou asked with concern.

Her own daughter Zhang Ying also immediately asked: "Dad, do you have some terminal illness, and you didn't tell me because you were afraid that I would be worried?"

Zhang Yan glared at Zhang Ying fiercely, but the worry on Zhang Ying's face was genuine.

"It's not a physical problem, it's just that there are too many things in the association every day, and there is almost no time to practice cooking skills, so when I saw someone who could take over the burden, I gave it to him." Zhang Yan said.

"That's good." Yuan Zhou nodded. He suddenly thought that Zhou Shijie had been talking about changing the leadership.

However, it is difficult to change the leadership of the Chefs Federation. You must know that the Chinese Chefs Federation has been established for 20 or 30 years, but its president has changed three times.

Not because of anything else. As a country with great food, China has a large population, a vast land and abundant resources, resulting in a wide variety of cuisines. It is extremely difficult to find a chef who can convince everyone to serve as the president.

In any country, serving the public is extremely important.

After the greetings, Zhang Yan got down to the topic: "Chef Yuan, do you have some research on plate presentation and utensils?"

"Well, I made a set of Four Seasons tableware before." Yuan Zhou nodded. He had already done his best in setting the dishes, so he had to control the dishes and cutlery in his own hands.

"I've also been thinking about tableware recently, and there are some things I can't figure out, so I want to learn some experience from Chef Yuan." Zhang Yan politely stated the purpose of his visit.

"President Zhang is serious. They are communicating with each other." Yuan Zhou said.

"Learning is learning. Even at my age, do you still have any dignity that I can't let go of? Your boy's Four Seasons tableware is already very famous in our chef circle. If Zhou Shijie hadn't stopped him, I don't know how many people would have I want to come over and buy it," Zhang Yan said.

The four-season tableware was made by Yuan Zhou himself before, to match the seasons, and Yuan Zhou plans to make a more complex set of seasonal tableware later this year.

"President Zhang, you are here at the right time. It is also time for me to change my bowls and chopsticks. I am preparing to change from the midsummer tableware to the autumn tableware." Yuan Zhou said.

"It's better to come early than to come late. If possible, Chef Yuan, please let me see the complete set of Four Seasons tableware." Zhang Yan said sincerely.

Yuan Zhou naturally agreed, Zhang Yan followed Yuan Zhou, and Zhang Ying also followed.

A group of people walked directly from the vegetarian restaurant to the wood display room. When they were at the door, Yuanzhou suddenly thought of something, an important thing.

When Yuanzhou used Keemun black tea, which is the best spring tea, to make tea eggs, he was almost beaten to death.

Now if Yuan Zhou remembers correctly, there is a bowl rack made of century-old Hainan huanghuali placed behind his door. Then Zhou Shijie reminded him that President Zhang loves wood...

Yuan Zhou's heart trembled and he glanced at Zhang Ying silently. There should be no fight with the children, right?

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