Chapter 1772 No Signature Dishes

"These foreigners are really good at eating. Basically, each one gets a piece and a half of steak. I wish I could have such a good appetite when I'm 60 or 70 years old." A diner with a goatee in the store muttered. We know that beef is not easy to digest, let alone for people in their 60s and 70s.

"I think it's actually very simple to maintain such a good appetite." Cartoonist Cao Mi, as the third batch of diners entering the store, participated in the discussion on this topic.

The diner looked at Cao Mi curiously: "Oh?"

"As long as you are sixty or seventy years old, the Kitchen God shop is still open and the chef is still Boss Yuan," Cao Mi said.

That makes perfect sense, but will Boss Yuan reach the age of sixty? You must know that with Yuan Zhou's current reputation, if he wants to join a restaurant, he doesn't even have to do anything. He can come once or twice a month and get a very high salary. If this is the case now, it is hard to imagine how famous Yuan Zhou will be in twenty or thirty years.

"No, I have to ask Boss Yuan." The goat-bearded diner muttered. Of course, although he is not a regular customer, he has been here several times and knows the rules. He will definitely not go up to ask when Yuan Zhou is cooking. He has to wait until the business hours are over. ask.

This topic has been mentioned, and people who want to ask, not only goat-bearded diners want to ask, but other people also want to ask. Being emotionally invested in things you are accustomed to is like a breakfast shop. If you buy breakfast for three or four years in a row, if it suddenly disappears one day, you will still be sad for a while. This is human. What's more, it's the God of Cooking Shop. Because of the God of Cooking Shop, Taoxi Road has always existed.

There was one situation inside the store, and another situation outside the store. Eight, oh no, we have to include Jeremiah, and nine foreigners in their sixties and seventies, like salted fish, slumped on the bench arranged by the queuing committee. superior.

With a decadent look, you looked at me, I looked at you, and couldn't help but laugh at each other.

"I'm going to communicate with Wu," Jeremiah said. "Barr and Baudoin know that I have to communicate with Wu almost every day. Wu's brain is like a treasure house. No matter how much we talk, it will never be boring." Jeremiah stood up slowly, greeted everyone, and left.

"The painter is really good at acting." Doroma complained silently in his heart. He had already noticed that this guy must have gone to the gallery, but he must have gone to Yuan's shop during meal time, because Doroma found out , Wu, who is called the last hope of the European painting world, actually does not like to communicate with others.

Marishello also knew that Jeremiah was just talking. Although he didn't notice Wu Hai, he was a stupid groundhog and he was not stupid. He met him twice. It was obvious that Jeremiah must have been there every time. yuan restaurant. Marishello also remembered that she had asked him very concernedly where he would have lunch, and Jeremiah replied that he would just find some place to eat.

How cunning! Look how angry Marisiero is. He even thinks with a Japanese accent.

Of course, Doloma and Marisiero had a tacit understanding and didn't say anything. After all, they were both shameless people. If they accidentally revealed that the three of them had left Barr and Baudouin and came to Yuan Restaurant for dinner, they could still be together. Have fun playing?

After Jeremiah left, all the remaining masters of Western food were masters of Western food, and the chefs began to communicate with each other.

"It's been a long time since I stuffed myself." Barr lamented: "Yuan's Beef Wellington is simply a stunt. The first bite you take into your mouth, you immediately want the second bite."

"The red wine steak is absolutely delicious." Baudouin immediately answered. He originally had the calmest voice among the old men, but because his stomach was a little bloated, he spoke in a slightly lower voice: "Swedish meatballs too. It's no less delicious than the steak. It's true. I must be too hungry. It's hard to imagine that I finished the meatballs and the steak by myself. As you know, I can't even eat half a steak at home. .”

"And I know that Yuan's rule is that you must eat all the food you ordered." Baudouin tried hard to make excuses for his bulging belly.

"Let you give me a meatball,

You don't even let me, my God, Baudouin, when did you become so ungentlemanly? "Marisiero immediately exposed it: "Why do you want to comply with the rules of the yuan? You obviously want to eat it yourself. "

Baudoin's eyes narrowed. This stupid groundhog finally recognized the nickname given by Droma.

"After coming to Yuan's restaurant, I realized that there are two types of chefs." Baudouin immediately raised another topic, ignoring the embarrassment just now.

Everyone stared at Baudouin, waiting for his next sentence. He did not show off and said directly: "One is a chef who has signature dishes."

As soon as he finished speaking, before he could finish the next sentence, Marisiello rolled his eyes and said, "So the other type is a chef who doesn't have a signature dish. This classification is really subtle."

The eight people present are master-level figures, and some of them are master-level disciples. How could they not have a few unique skills? Is not this nonsensical?

"The other type is a chef who doesn't have signature dishes. Yuan is such a chef." Baudouin said.

As soon as these words came out, everyone was stunned. After careful consideration, there was indeed no today's recommendation, or the chef's recommendation, on the menu. Generally speaking, the former is a delicacy made with today's seasonal ingredients, while the latter is the chef's signature dish.

Signature dishes are called specialty dishes in China. Without a specialty dish, whether in China or the West, it is actually a derogatory term. This means that the cooking skills are very average and there is no special dish.

But if there is no specialty dish to describe Yuan Zhou, then the meaning has completely changed.

"I support steak. I have eaten three types of steaks. From these three steaks, each one is the best. I can only say what taste you personally like, but I can't say which one is better, because each one is the best." Droma said it fairly.

"So, there are only two kinds of chefs in the world, one is Yuan, and the other is chefs other than Yuan." Marisie made a crisp summary.

"I didn't say that." Baudoin shook his head and said, "But apart from Yuan, I have never seen any other chef who can make every dish on the menu a signature."

Seen it?

Don’t say you’ve seen it before.

None of the people had ever heard of it. The combined cooking experience of this group of Western chefs was over 250 years. If it hadn't been for seeing Yuan Zhou this time, they wouldn't have believed that such a person existed.

"There is no signature dish. Now it can be a compliment as well as a derogation. But I don't think anyone can hear this compliment except Yuan." Bald said.

While everyone praised Yuan Zhou's cooking skills, Gauss remained silent.

"What's wrong, Gauss." The attentive Droma noticed it, so he couldn't help but ask: "It's Yuan's cooking skills. Is there any problem? Let's talk about it and we can discuss it together."

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