Chapter 1947 Yuan Jiacai: Cannot Be Copied

Latest website: "Xiao Yuan, there is something I want to discuss with you." Zhou Shijie suddenly thought of something, and then hesitated.

"Uncle Zhou, please tell me."

Zhou Shijie often took care of him, so Yuan Zhou didn't hesitate to help Zhou Shijie.

"In fact, many of the private cuisine circles are different from Sichuan cuisine, Shandong cuisine, and Cantonese cuisine." Zhou Shijie said.

Private cuisine originated in the courtyards of deep houses in ancient times. At that time, high-ranking officials and wealthy businessmen "stocked their own kitchens and competed with each other." Then it developed to the present day and formed private cuisine, which combines the advantages of various cuisines without belonging to any cuisine. Therefore, private cuisine is The Chinese kitchen world is quite special.

For example, the famous dish of Duanjia Cuisine, abalone hump soup, is an improved version of Cantonese cuisine. Private cuisine is no longer limited to cuisines, and mainly has its own theme. For example, Tanjia Cuisine, the main tone of the dishes is "the orchid in the empty valley, the dense forest of Ganoderma lucidum".

Most private vegetable shops are located in the capital, so they have their own small alliances, and they are also somewhat indifferent to the China Kitchen Federation. Zhou Shijie's request was relatively simple, and he had the opportunity to have a "friendly" exchange of cooking skills with the chefs of private kitchens.

"Okay." Yuanzhou understood clearly and nodded in agreement.

"By the way, what is the core of Yuanjia cuisine?" Zhou Shijie asked.

After Yuan Zhou pondered for a moment, what he thought before was: it is difficult to copy, but now he paused and changed his words: "It cannot be copied."

Just four words.

"Okay." Zhou Shijie was infected by Yuan Zhou's courage and cheered loudly.

"Cannot be copied." Chu Xiao, who was on the side, ate the steak silently, and then chewed these four words repeatedly.

"Compass, Compass, is my roast suckling pig ready?" Wu Hai couldn't sit still.

Wu Hai had already devoured the food that was served.

"Okay." With that said, Yuan Zhou held a large tray and handed it to Wu Hai, a Cantonese dish: roasted suckling pig.

"Huh? Why is it different from the one just now?" Wu Hai looked at it and asked.

Yuan Zhou glanced at Wu Beast and answered directly, "What Uncle Zhou ate just now was Yuan-style roast suckling pig, which is Cantonese style roast suckling pig."

"Huh? How many more are there?" Wu Hai was a little dazed for a moment.

"Yes, Yuan's roast suckling pig and Cantonese roast suckling pig." Yuan Zhou said: "Generally, what we call roast suckling pig is Cantonese cuisine."

"Then I want another Yuan-style roast suckling pig." Wu Hai blurted out.

Yuanzhou looked at Wu Hai's belly subconsciously.

"Don't worry, it's no problem. I can eat it. Just trust me!" Wu Hai understood Yuan Zhou's gaze.

"Yuan-style roasted suckling pig needs to be booked half a day in advance. It's gone." Yuan Zhou replied.

"Then I'll make a reservation for the evening now!" Wu Hai replied fluently.

"Okay." Yuan Zhou nodded.

Wu Hai's voice was like a trigger. The diners who were still immersed in Yuan Zhou's superb skills woke up one after another. The New Year is to reward their mouths, so they turned to Yuan's roasted suckling pig on the menu. After seeing the price, two or three or three or four people get together to buy one for the New Year.

There are many reservations for killing pigs to celebrate the New Year. Of course, most of them are for tomorrow. There are few who are as eager as Wu Hai.

"Okay." Yuan Zhou nodded and wrote down everything.

"Xiao Yuan, with your current cooking skills, you should rest more when you have time and don't work too hard." Zhou Shijie advised.

Yuan Zhou said: "Uncle Zhou, don't worry."

"I don't know how many times I have said this, but I still have to say, pay attention to your body." Zhou Shijie said.

"The new chef classification will be released in March, Xiao Yuan, you should know it." Zhou Shijie said another thing.

"Does that mean there's still one month left?" Yuan Zhou thought about it for a while.

"About, just a month and a few days." Zhou Shijie said: "If it were other chefs, they would definitely suffer huge criticism, but you, Xiao Yuan, no one dares to say anything about your reputation in the domestic culinary circle."

Level 3 chef, Level 2 chef, Level 1 chef, technician, Chef Yuan Biao, senior technician.

What a great honor.

"I'll leave first." Zhou Shijie said hello and left. He had finished eating and couldn't disturb him any more.

As for Zhou Charshu who came with him, he must have left with Wu Hai, so don't worry about it.

After Zhou Shijie returned to the Kitchen Federation headquarters, he told Song Ming about Yuan's roast suckling pig.

When Song Ming heard that it was a private dish modified from Cantonese cuisine, Song Ming was very interested. If conditions hadn't prevented it, he might have come to Chengdu right away.

Yuanzhou himself did not want to hide his private dishes, and they were all on the menu. Therefore, with the spread of Zhou Shijie, more and more people in the chef circle knew about the existence of Yuan's dishes.

On the other side, Yuan Zhou was still a little unaccustomed to the days without store clerks.

During business hours, Yuan Zhou is always very attentive when cooking. Regarding Zhou Shijie's reaction to eating roasted suckling pig before, he felt that Yuan's roasted suckling pig was quite acceptable.

Lunch time passed quickly. On the afternoon of the first day of the new year, the sun was shining a lot, so Yuanzhou decided to practice his knife skills.

"The new year also starts with practicing knife skills." Yuan Zhou began to move out the tools needed for practice.

Although there were not too many people queuing up at the God of Cooking shop at noon, there were already a little more people at night. Of course, there were also people who came in midway. Fortunately, it was the Chinese New Year, so they still got the number, such as Chen Wei and Sister Wan, these two were only thirty and came back in one day.

The first thing to do is to eat at Chef God Restaurant. This is the first choice for all old diners after returning to Chengdu.

After seeing off the last guest, dinner time was over. Yuanzhou quickly returned to the second floor to wash up and change a set of clothes, and then re-entered the kitchen.

"Aunt Tong, she's coming soon, I have to prepare." Yuan Zhou said.

When she was thirty, Boss Tong knew that Yuan Zhou was going to treat the diners to dinner for free, so she just treated it as a New Year's Eve dinner and didn't come over. The main reason was that she didn't want to get involved in the affairs of young people.

So I planned to spend the first day of the new year with Yuan Zhou, so Boss Tong had made an appointment with Yuan Zhou to have dinner together on the first night of the new year.

For Boss Tong’s first meal of the new year, Yuanzhou also carefully prepared a roast suckling pig and several dishes made with tofu, a total of nine dishes, with good meanings and good omens.

"Aunt Tong, you're here, come in and sit down." When Yuanzhou was almost ready, he saw Boss Tong coming in on time. She was always punctual.

Boss Tong, who was holding a big lunch box in his hand, had just stepped in when he heard Yuan Zhou's voice, and a smile immediately appeared on his face: "Xiao Yuan, Happy New Year, this is the tofu pudding I made myself. I'll add some vegetables for us in a while. You taste it.”

"Okay, Aunt Tong's craftsmanship must be very good. I will try it later." Yuan Zhou nodded.

Leading the way and taking Boss Tong to the courtyard, Yuan Zhou arranged today's dinner on the stone table in the small courtyard.

Including Boss Tong's bean curd, there are ten dishes in total, which are perfect and very auspicious.

Yuan Zhou and Boss Tong sat down and chatted while eating.

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