"I shouldn't ask you." Ling Hong said deeply.
"Even if I ask Wu Hai, I shouldn't ask you." Without waiting for Yuan Zhou to answer, Ling Hong spoke again, then turned and walked towards the Ying Xia wall view door.
"Is this kid going to be stunned by the blow?" Yuan Zhou looked at Ling Hong, then shrugged and sat down to rest.
I just stood for two hours straight and cooking without stopping was still a bit tired.
"In comparison, Ling Hong has a talent for cooking, much better than Wu Hai." Yuan Zhou couldn't help but sigh.
Yes, Ling Hong also learned cooking from Yuan Zhou, just like the cup of longan and red date tea.
Ling Hong learned from Yuan Zhou how to make her favorite longan and red date tea for Ruan Xiaoqing, just because he saw that Ruan Xiaoqing liked to drink it.
But he learned it a week ago but had no chance to send it out. This is why Ling Hong is depressed today.
Compared with Wu Hai's "fantastic ideas" about dishes, Ling Hong is much more normal. In addition to asking about the origin of all ingredients, he also carefully records the cooking temperature and time, and then strictly implements it.
Although there is nothing new, there is no problem in making longan and red date tea.
"Ling Hong is also thoughtful." Yuan Zhou thought of what Ling Hong did for Ruan Xiaoqing and secretly sighed in his heart.
Ling Hong did more than just this one thing for Ruan Xiaoqing, he did a lot more.
As soon as we learned about Ruan Xiaoqing's condition, we consulted domestic and foreign experts on the disease and compiled reports on Ruan Xiaoqing's condition.
But the result was obviously unsatisfactory, because Ling Hong was secretly disappointed in front of Yuan Zhou after that, but turned around and looked heartless to make Ruan Xiaoqing happy.
Although Ruan Xiaoqing didn't know everything Ling Hong did, she obviously felt Ling Hong's mood, and she started to talk about her own things to ease Ling Hong's mood.
Yuan Zhou just watched the two of them carefully maintaining the relationship between them, not taking a step too far, but still wanting to get closer.
No wonder, "I'm always here" is rarely said more often than "I love you".
Confusing thoughts suddenly filled Yuan Zhou's mind. Yuan Zhou turned his head and looked at the cherry shrimp wall-view door where Ling Hong had just entered.
"System, do you have any medicine or ingredients that can cure pancreatic cancer?" Yuan Zhou asked out of the blue.
The system’s current words: “…”
He sent out six big dots, which stood out in Yuan Zhou's mind, but Yuan Zhou did not give up and asked again: "Better, is there any?"
The system displayed: "No."
"This system is the God of Cooking system, responsible for guiding the host to become a God of Cooking that combines Chinese and Western skills."
"Okay." Yuan Zhou sighed in disappointment.
In fact, Yuan Zhou already knew the answer before he asked. The system has never given out anything that has nothing to do with chefs. Even the special rewards are things like cutting boards or God of Cooking sets.
"Oh, let's send a message to Yin Ya." Yuan Zhou said as he picked up his phone and started editing the message.
[are you home yet? ]Yuanzhou
The message was transmitted faster than expected. Yuanzhou had just clicked send, and Yin Ya, who had just opened the door and arrived home, received the message.
[Just got home. ] Yin Ya
"Dingling bell" Yuanzhou's ringtone is still a traditional ringtone that has remained unchanged for thousands of years.
Yuan Zhou grabbed his phone and started reading it immediately. After reading it, he edited the message again: [Eat early and don’t stay up late. ]
This message was sent to a very veteran cadre. When Yin Ya received such a message, she couldn't help but smile: "This guy has no talent for sweet words."
Her tone was complaining, but there was a smile on her lips. Yin Ya quickly took a photo of the dinner she prepared, and then edited the message to reply.
Yuan Zhou, who saw the message, said to himself: "Maybe a soup can be added to the afternoon tea, which will be more nourishing."
The two chatted like this for about ten minutes. After Yin Ya started eating, Yuan Zhou took the initiative to end the chat.
After all, eating while chatting is not good for your health.
"Make a plan." Putting down his phone, Yuan Zhou took out a folder and started working.
The cover of the plan has the words "Asia-Pacific Culinary Exchange Conference" written on it. It is obvious that this is a plan written by Yuan Zhou for the Asia-Pacific Exchange Conference.
"Swish, swish, swish" Yuan Zhou took out a pen and kept writing on it.
Yuan Zhou's attitude was serious and his expression was serious, so that the drinkers who came to drink in the shop later slowed down their steps and walked quietly towards the Yingxi Wall Scenery Gate.
Even Jiang Changxi, who usually loved teasing Yuan Zhou, just looked at Yuan Zhou and went in.
And Wu Yungui is here today, or Wu Yungui has been coming more diligently recently because of the red wine.
And because he has come a lot and is familiar with the drinkers, now he can grab drinks with everyone without any burden, and ask whoever draws the ping pong ball next time to bring him along.
Well, this may be because the person who is close to vermillion is red and the one who is close to ink is black. Face is not suitable for use in Yuanzhou's shop. It is better to take it out and use it when you are outside.
Time passed very quickly, and it was two days later in the blink of an eye. Yuan Zhou's plan had been revised several times and was still being improved.
But in the afternoon, two people approached Yuan Zhou when Yin Ya hadn't come yet and just after lunch.
These two people were none other than Qiu Ji and Cui Hang, the twin stars of Fengcheng.
"Chef Yuan." The two of them greeted Yuan Zhou politely as soon as they entered.
"Yes." Yuan Zhou nodded and put down the plan in his hand.
"The new stir-fried sweet-scented osmanthus seabass and fragrant chicken we're sitting on, please make sure to try them, Chef Yuan." The two of them bowed together and made a serious request.
"Are you going all out this time?" Yuan Zhou asked in a flat tone.
"Yes, I will go all out this time." The two looked at each other and answered in unison.
"Okay, let's go inside." Yuan Zhou nodded, then opened the partition and walked out.
"Wow!" Yuan Zhou pushed open the cherry shrimp wall view door and said.
"Thank you, Chef Yuan." The two of them thanked each other, then stood up and followed Yuan Zhou inside with their food boxes.
Both of them were older than Yuan Zhou, but in front of Yuan Zhou they felt as if they were facing their own masters.
Whether it was Yuan Zhou's own momentum or his cooking skills, the two of them felt as nervous as primary school students facing their teachers.
But Yuanzhou had a calm attitude and led the two of them to the stone table in the backyard with a relaxed pace.
"Just right here." Yuan Zhou said.
"Okay." The two said in unison again, and then put down the food box together.
This time the two had a deeper understanding, and it was Qiu Ji who took the lead and brought out his own stir-fried mandarin fish.
"Because it needs to be delivered from a long distance, I left two minutes of heat when frying. I figured it would be just right to eat it now." Qiu Ji said carefully.
"Yes." Yuan Zhou nodded.
"Mine is the same. The fragrant chicken is originally an upgraded version of the white chicken, which is tender and crispy. I also keep the firepower in it." Cui Hang also said quickly.
"Okay, after eating, I will arrange your place at the exchange meeting." Yuan Zhou said without saying much.
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ps: The flu is fierce, and Cai Mao has died gloriously. Everyone must be careful not to catch cold recently, and wear warm clothes, cover warmly, and eat warmly.