Chapter 717 Michelin Selection

"Hiss" Zhou Yu shuddered. At this time, the middle-aged woman selling bowl cakes had already packed up.

Zhou Yu's back was completely soaked, his sky blue uniform turned dark, and even the sweat on his back half was wet.

"Thank you, Brother Zhou. Okay, no need to hold the umbrella. Thank you." The middle-aged woman picked up the backpack and turned around and said.

"I know, go over there quickly." Zhou Yu pointed to the awnings on both sides to hide from the rain.

"Okay, let's go now, let's go now." The middle-aged woman walked forward.

Zhou Yu also followed with an umbrella, never letting the middle-aged woman and her backpack get caught in the rain.

"Hurry up and don't say any more." Just when the middle-aged woman wanted to turn around and speak, Zhou Yu's voice sounded again.

"We're here, we're here. Brother Zhou, would you like some bowl cake? The ones I made don't taste very good." After arriving at the place, the middle-aged woman carefully put down her backpack and said with a smile.

"No, please be careful next time and move faster." After saying that, Zhou Yu turned around and left.

"Thank you. I'll treat you to a bowl of cake next time." The middle-aged woman said from behind Zhou Yu.

But Zhou Yu didn't reply at all, and went directly back to his car, preparing to go back to the team.

After all, I have to check it out later.

However, the bicycle that was exposed to the rain was now covered with water on the seat. Zhou Yu frowned and was about to sit on it when Zhou Jia came over with an umbrella.

"Zhou Chengguan, Boss Yuan asked me to give this to you." Zhou Jia handed over a towel.

Yuan Zhou bought this towel himself and prepared it for the diners.

Like the boxer, and those who accidentally got caught in the rain, and it's free.

This is the only free thing in Yuanzhou's store.

"How can you be so embarrassed?" Zhou Yu scratched his head in embarrassment and asked cautiously: "Do you charge for towels?"

After all, Zhou Yu had heard about Boss Yuan's reputation as a stingy person.

"Towels are free, take them. I'm just here to say something. Boss Yuan asked me to bring them." Zhou Jia put the towel into Zhou Yu's hand, then turned around and left.

"Thank you, Boss Yuan, thank you too." Zhou Yu quickly said thank you with a towel.

"The boss said you're welcome." Zhou Jia turned around and repeated Yuan Zhou's words with a smile while holding an umbrella.

Zhou Yu looked at the door of Yuan Zhou's shop. There were only diners waiting in line and Zhou Jia who had just walked over. There was no sign of Yuan Zhou.

Drying the bench with a towel, Zhou Yu put away the towel, held an umbrella with one hand and held the head of the bicycle with the other and left slowly.

Although my back was still wet, the bicycle seat was dry, so I didn't feel so cold anymore.

It has been three days since Chu Xiao called. Yuanzhou looked carefully in the past three days and found no strange foreigners coming to eat.

Of course, there are still foreigners these days, but none of them look like gourmets. Yuanzhou doesn't care about this.

After all, in his opinion, Michelin's selection criteria are not suitable for him, or even suitable for China's catering situation.

Yuan Zhou didn't care, but someone did, and that was Zhou Shijie, the president of the Chinese Chefs Alliance. He still cared.

Just call me directly.

"President Zhou?" Yuan Zhou looked at his phone and then picked up the phone.

"Xiao Yuan, you're done." Since the Sino-Japanese exchange meeting, Zhou Shijie has called Yuan Zhou Xiao Yuan.

He seemed close to him, and Zhou Shijie really thought highly of Yuan Zhou.

"Yes, President, is something wrong?" Yuan Zhou asked directly.

After all, Zhou Shijie was still very busy. Every time he called, he had something to do. However, Yuan Zhou was not good at small talk, so he asked directly.

"It's nothing, just long time no see. I want to ask you." Zhou Shijie was silent for a second before he said.

"You can come for dinner. We have Rongpai Sichuan cuisine." Yuan Zhou said naturally.

"This is pretty good, is it the old-school kind?" Zhou Shijie asked with interest.

"Yes, authentic Rongpai Sichuan cuisine." Yuan Zhou said confidently.

"Then you must find time to try it." Zhou Shijie's voice was full of interest.

"Yeah." Yuan Zhou responded.

"By the way, the Michelin man is gone." Zhou Shijie said casually.

"Oh." Yuan Zhou said, indicating that he was listening carefully.

"Those foreigners who had their eyes set high went to look at the food in the mansion, but didn't go to the rest." Zhou Shijie's tone was a bit indifferent and calm.

"Yes." Yuan Zhou nodded in agreement.

"So don't worry about this." Zhou Shijie heard that Yuan Zhou's voice did not change, and then he revealed his purpose.

Yes, when Zhou Shijie knew that the Michelin man came, he was also happy, thinking that Yuan Zhou could also show his face internationally.

After all, Yuan Zhou's strength is obvious to all and is completely worthy of anyone's appreciation.

Unexpectedly, his family members came, and neither allowed him to be received nor paid any attention to anyone else. He went to the mansion to eat and left after eating.

I just said hello to Zhou Shijie in the middle, so Yuan Zhou didn't even go there.

Zhou Shijie was afraid that Yuan Zhou would feel uncomfortable if he found out. After all, Yuan Zhou was only twenty-five this year. It was a time when he was arrogant and proud. This was the reason for making this call.

"Thank you, President, I don't know how." When Yuan Zhou said this, his tone was firm and indifferent, without the slightest dissatisfaction.

"That's good, don't worry about him. I have to come and try your Rongpai Sichuan cuisine tomorrow." Zhou Shijie agreed and then talked about something else.

"Okay." Yuanzhou agreed directly.

"That's it, I won't bother you anymore. I know you are busy every day." Zhou Shijie took the initiative to hang up the phone.

"Goodbye, President Zhou." After Yuan Zhou said goodbye, Zhou Shijie hung up the phone.

"This inexplicable Michelin doesn't sell its own tires well and makes trouble everywhere." Zhou Shijie stared at the phone with a very dissatisfied expression on his face.

But Yuanzhou was very calm. After all, he really didn't like Michelin or anything like that.

"I will learn Chinese and Western skills in the future and become a chef." Yuan Zhou muttered to himself, then put down his cell phone and prepared to carve.

However, the cell phone that I had just put down immediately started ringing again, and the location was displayed as France.

"Free?" Yuan Zhou's first reaction when he saw the overseas call was that the customer service told him that there was no charge for answering overseas calls.

Therefore, Yuan Zhou simply answered the call.

"It seems he's not busy." This was what Chu Xiao said in his first sentence.

"You're not busy either." Yuan Zhou said calmly.

"Michelin didn't go to your place." Chu Xiao's tone was very sure.

But before Yuan Zhou could answer, Chu Xiao continued, "That's their loss, (quite tǐng) good."

"Indeed, they have suffered great losses." Yuan Zhou agreed with this statement.

After finishing speaking, the two fell into silence for a while. Yuanzhou sat comfortably on the chair and even pulled out a drawer and took out a book.

Chu Xiao was sitting in his office chair, looking at the table in trance.

This looks like he is competing in silence again.

Just when Yuan Zhou thought it would take a long time, Chu Xiao suddenly said, "Why didn't you speak last time?"

Yuanzhou’s answer is very characteristic...