Chapter 1751 Accepted as a Disciple

The check-in process was extremely smooth. Alex was the translator. The remaining four people were not restless people. They completed the check-in quickly so that Alex could rest.

It wasn't until he left the hotel and disappeared from the eyes of Droma and others that Alex secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

At the five-star hotel near Taoxi Road, Jeremiah found him twenty-four hours in advance. There were four suites. Even Alex himself didn't know how he booked these four rooms.

"To be honest, I really admire myself." Alex said to himself.

Of course, Alex didn't tell Jeremiah and others about the difficulty of booking this hotel. It wasn't because he was upright and honest, but because he was too familiar with the routine.

If you go to the God of Cooking store once, you must do it a second time if conditions permit. The second time you will definitely think that you are an "old driver" and just do the booking of rooms by yourself, and then you will find out how much he has done.

Service is serious, and words can only deceive you for a while, but if customers find out that your service is authentic, they will be remembered for a lifetime.

Regarding this truth, Alex didn't know it at first. A kid on Taoxi Road told him about it. When Alex heard it, he thought it made sense and he acted on it.

In the hotel.

"Let's go rest first and pay attention to the time." Droma said to Baier.

"Meet you in the lobby at 3:30." Marisiello waved his hand and turned to leave.

When he left, he carried his suitcase and thought to himself: "I don't know if I was impulsive on this trip, or if I was too trusting in this old guy Jeremiah."

Doloma just nodded to Maricello's departure, but Jeremiah told him to have a good rest, and then turned back and said: "Then I will go directly to Wu's gallery to have a look. See you at 3:30 in the afternoon."

"You are really not afraid of getting tired." Dorama said.

"Of course, I do this for art." Jeremiah smiled energetically: "Besides, Wu's paintings are worth it no matter how tiring they are."

"Remember to be on time." Dorama didn't say much, just to remind him that he was not interested in painting.

"Don't worry, Yuan's steak is worth a trip. Besides, this is the fourth time I've been to Yuan's restaurant. I know the rules." Jeremiah said as he walked out of the hotel lobby.

"Teacher, let's go." Beyer reminded from the side.

"Yes." Dorama nodded and walked towards the elevator.

This place is close to Taoxi Road, so the hotel lobby is still very lively, but Doloma and Baie are very quiet, and judging from their demeanor, they are also quite serious.

She walked into the elevator quietly and waited quietly to get to her floor. It wasn't until she got off the elevator and walked to the door of her room that Dorama suddenly spoke: "Do you think what Jeremiah said is true?"

In fact, when he asked this question, Doloma did not mean not to trust his old friend, but the more he thought about it, the more difficult it became to accept. This level of difficulty was equivalent to the arrival of God, not in the Vatican but in Africa.

"Teacher, I also believe in Mr. Jérémy very much. After all, Mr. Jérémy is a great painter, and there are very few painters who can match him in the world." Bayer thought about it and said seriously.

"Painter? Yes, he is an amazing painter." Droma reacted instantly, with a smile on his serious face.

"Ding" Dorama took out the room card, opened the door and walked into the room. Before closing the door, he said: "We will know if it is true or not in the evening. There is no rush."

After saying this, Drama closed the door.

Baier, who was standing at the door, whispered softly: "Even if Yuan is more powerful than Chu, how powerful can he be? After I learn from the teacher for a few more years, I will have no problem defeating Chu or Yuan."

What Baier said was really unreasonable. He said it as if he alone could make progress, and Chu Xiao and Yuan Zhou would not improve. What's more, Chu and Yuan were much younger than Baier.

"Teacher is just too serious about cooking." Baier muttered and walked into his room.

Beyer's idea is simple;

He thought that Jeremiah could not distinguish the difference between his teacher's steak and the slightly more delicious steaks made by others. His reason was also very good, that is, Jeremiah was not a professional food critic, so The most common thing held by both hands is not a knife and fork, but a paintbrush.

Compared to Doloma, who was slightly entangled in his heart, Marisiero over there was much more free and easy. During the plane ride, from the beginning when he doubted himself a little, to the current calmness, his mental journey was very smooth.

He was just waiting to laugh at his old friend Jeremiah for eating so many steaks in vain over the years.

Of course, this prairie dog also has some ideas. Although the steak that Jeremiah said is delicious, although it is not as good as him, the taste should still have its own uniqueness, and Baier also introduced it. It seems to be very famous recently. Chu Ye regards him as his lifelong enemy, so the idea of ​​​​the groundhog is to see if he is really talented, and if so, it is not impossible to accept him as his apprentice.

"It just depends on his performance."

Marisiero muttered, returned to the room, simply washed up and went to sleep directly. He still needed to get over the jet lag.

No wonder he was called a groundhog by Droma, who was not particular at all, but he was much more refined. Not only did he wash up, but he also gave himself a glass of red wine before bed to keep him energetic, waiting for the steak in the evening.

As for Beyer, it was even simpler. He went back to the room and dealt with the backlog of restaurant matters on the plane before starting to rest. Of course, setting the alarm clock before going to bed was also a must.

Going out with the teacher, he needs to worry about the teacher's food, clothing, housing and transportation, so he naturally has to get up earlier.

His eyes turned to Jeremi who was staying at the hotel and went straight to the Wuhai Painting God's cabin. He met an acquaintance. To be precise, he met a friend of his friend Droma, who was also his friend.

"Mr. Auguste, do you also come to see Wu's paintings?" Jeremiah asked curiously.

That's right, Jeremiah met the winner of MOF, August, the chairman of the North American Federation of Celebrity Chefs.

Auguste followed the sound and looked over, somewhat surprised, and said: "Looking at paintings? I'm not very interested in appreciating paintings, but I didn't expect to meet Mr. Jeremiah in China. I heard before that you came to the opening of the gallery. Could it be that you are here?" Haven’t left yet?”

"How is it possible? I really want to keep watching, but there are still many things going on in the country." Jeremiah sighed, and then asked curiously: "Is Mr. Auguste also coming to Yuan Restaurant?"

"When you arrive in China, you naturally want to eat at Yuan's restaurant." August nodded as he should, and had nothing to hide. He said directly: "I want to find a store near Taoxi Road and open an irregular restaurant. "

Occasional restaurants are restaurants that originated in Italy. To put it simply, they are open only when the chef has time, and are closed when the chef has no time. They are also closed for a large period of time.

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