Chapter 2197 Euphemism

"Hiccup, I feel like I've had enough food today, but it's a pity that my stomach is too small, otherwise I think I could still eat two dishes." Jiang Ronghao held his stomach and wanted to collapse on the chair.

"You stinky boy, do you mean you haven't had enough to eat since you were a child?" Jiang Fugui puffed his beard and glared.

At the same time, he loosened the belt without leaving any trace, and saw if there was room for another dish. The main reason was that it was so delicious that it felt like he could eat it again without being stuffed to death.

"That's not true. Without Boss Yuan's skills, eating dragon meat every day would be in vain." Jiang Ronghao said bluntly.

Jiang Fugui also agreed in his heart, but the Queen Mother's face suddenly flashed in his mind, and he suddenly became smart and didn't click on it. Otherwise, there would probably be 17 or 18 packs of instant noodles waiting for him when he got home.

"By the way, dad, do you think the supplier is reliable? Can our cattle farm meet Boss Yuan's requirements?" Jiang Ronghao was not optimistic about this idea from the beginning.

Now that I have eaten and drank enough, I am even less optimistic about it. Not to mention the high requirements of such a skilled chef, it is the beef. Although he cannot tell the quality based on his strength, it is different from the beef at home. The difference is quite obvious.

"Are you a stupid cow? You are still too arrogant. How can our cattle farm meet Chef Yuan's requirements? We must work hard to make improvements, give the cattle good lessons, and strive to improve the quality. These are illusory and unrealistic ideas. You can't force things on cattle, do you know that?" Jiang Fugui said with a righteous expression.

While talking, he shook his head, obviously not optimistic about Jiang Ronghao's opinions at all.

If Jiang Ronghao hadn't been sure that he didn't have amnesia and truly remembered what happened before, judging from his father's excellent singing and composition performance, he would have thought that he had come up with the unreliable suggestion just now.

Thousands of words are condensed into one sentence, and whatever my biological father says is whatever it is!

"I think we can go." Jiang Ronghao said tiredly.

"Why don't you go? Let's see if there is a chance to talk to Chef Yuan for a while and see if we can get any good advice to make our cows smarter. Let's wait outside first." Jiang Fugui came up with an idea with a wave of his hand.

Jiang Ronghao is just a weak and pitiful son. There is nothing else he can do but obey his orders.

The father and son were the second group to go in for dinner, so when they came out, most of the people were still queuing outside. Looking at the seemingly long queue, they felt much better.

This probably means I'm full,

Seeing you still waiting in line, I instantly feel a sense of superiority in my heart.

Of course, these secret thoughts were not exposed at all, because they ate a bit more than the maximum capacity of their stomachs, and their sitting posture was a bit luxurious for the two of them.

So the two of them found a shady place to stand by the eaves, walking back and forth in small steps to digest.

This digestion time passed quickly, the queues outside the door were getting smaller and smaller, and the number of customers in the store was also slowly decreasing.

"Lunch time is over, please be early for dinner." Yuan Zhou stood at the door of the store to see off the last customer.

By the way, he sent Su Ruoyan away, and saw two tall people standing not far away walking towards him.

The height is already very conspicuous, both of them are about 1.8 meters tall, and they look very strong, which makes it even more conspicuous.

"Good afternoon, Chef Yuan." Jiang Fugui began to say hello as soon as he approached, bending slightly and bowing to show respect.

Jiang Ronghao on the side naturally did the same thing.

Yuan Zhou is a bit strange. He doesn't look like a chef or someone from an auction house.

Could it be an ice sculpture, a wood sculpture, or someone from a wine shop?

"You're not here to learn martial arts from your master again, are you?" Yuan Zhou was excited.

Probably because Lin Wanhuan from before made me think a little too much, and Jiang Fugui and the others' body shapes were very misleading.

"Good afternoon." Yuanzhou said hello without delay even if he was running for a train.

"The supplier that Chef Yuan found is really good. Today's beef is very delicious. Not only is the meat quality very good, but Chef Yuan's craftsmanship is also top-notch, the best I have ever seen." Jiang Fugui said excitedly: "I just don't know if Chef Yuan knows what it takes to raise this cow so well?"

This requires asking the system, Yuan Zhou thought in his mind, but seeing the serious expression on Jiang Fugui's face, Yuan Zhou also became serious.

As a raw material recipe, it is also a good thing to be so serious.

So Yuanzhou mentally asked the system about the cattle breeding methods.

Then the system talked about a lot, and omitted the specifics. Anyway, the summary is that he grew up eating good food, honey as dessert, music as entertainment, massage by dedicated people, and a full-time psychological counselor who specializes in psychological counseling for cows.

Yuanzhou felt that it was a little inappropriate to tell the Jiang family and his son in front of him.

"I'm not a professional in raising beef, but as a chef, I think the most important thing about beef is that the meat is tender, but chewy, with clear texture, and the right amount of fat and lean. Of course, if it has a special aroma, it must be of high quality. It's also a special grade." Yuanzhou thought for a while and decided to answer the question from the perspective of a chef.

Jiang Fugui looked thoughtful as he listened to Yuan Zhou's words. Soon his eyes lit up and he seemed to have thought of something. He bent down and bowed and said: "Thank you, Chef Yuan. The cows in my cattle farm will do well in the future." If I raise it, I will try to participate in next year’s King of Cattle Competition and let Chef Yuan take a look at the cows I raise. Thank you very much.”

After saying that, he didn't hesitate and just took his son Jiang Ronghao and left. It was obvious that he had really gained something.

When Jiang Fugui became the Ox King in two consecutive Ox King Competitions, when someone interviewed him, he spoke out what Yuan Zhou had said word for word without hesitation, and said: "Yuan Zhou The chef is a kind-hearted person, and I have received Chef Yuan’s order every day.”

Of course, the two people at the moment didn't know this. When Yuan Zhou saw that the visitor had left, he didn't take it to heart. He went back to the store and planned to wash up and change clothes before continuing to study Spanish food.

Since receiving Spanish food, Yuan Zhou has spent most of his time practicing knife skills, either Hunan food or Spanish food.

Mainly because the matter of self-made knife skills cannot be accomplished overnight, but the cooking competition is an imminent matter, and Yuan Zhou can still clearly distinguish the priorities.

"Jingle bell clang"

Just when Yuan Zhou started to be busy in the kitchen, Lyon, France was also busy, especially Auguste and the others, who were very busy.

"This process is not possible. There must be a final champion's speech time, which must not be less than ten minutes." August threw a document back into the secretary's hand and said seriously.

This document has been revised back and forth many times, but August has always been dissatisfied, which made the secretary want to doubt his professionalism.

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