Chapter 1551 (1/2)

”You mean you got the invitation earlier than me?” Auguste asked very upset.

”That's natural. After all, I'm well informed.” Francie nodded with a smile and didn't care about Auguste's anger at all.

”The president of the kitchen Federation really doesn't pay attention to me Auguste.” Auguste gritted his teeth.

Hearing Francie's remark, Auguste was immediately dissatisfied with Zhou Shijie and thought he didn't respect himself. After all, although Francie was a food critic, he was not as professional in cooking as he, a chef who had won the MOF.

Arguably, Auguste should be in the front in terms of rank and reputation.

But Francie shook her head and said, ”no, no, no, I think you're wrong about President Zhou.”

”I went to get the invitation myself. It's later than you, a food critic. It's not an illusion.” August was short and fat, and now he looked very angry. He was obviously unhappy.

”My friend, you should look over there.” Francie raised her hand and motioned Auguste to look to the other side of the teahouse.

As mentioned earlier, Auguste didn't come early, there were still a lot of people in the teahouse, and there were not a few blonde foreigners.

Of course, there are many faces of Chinese and other races, but Auguste came to greet Francie as soon as he entered the door.

Because of this, Auguste didn't pay attention to the others in the tearoom, and now Francy just let Auguste see the others.

The sight surprised the well-informed Augustus, because he knew too many people.

Even those who don't know each other have basically met on one side or several sides, but what is Auguste's identity?

He was the winner of the best industrial award in France, and even the award was given by the then French president.

Therefore, Auguste's identity is naturally very high in the culinary industry. According to the theorem of master nature, a friend known by the master, he knows many people at the scene. It can be imagined that the people in the tearoom are obviously culinary masters or pastry masters.

There are even a few dignitaries, such as his friend Francie in front of him.

No mistake. Francie is not only a food critic, but also a politician sent by the United States to India.

”Why is this guy here?” Suddenly, Auguste's eyes coagulated and muttered in a low voice.

”It's your old rival, Mr. SA * *, who was once the winner of svh, the youngest Dutch chef in Dutch history and now the founder of sprakeloos restaurant in the Netherlands. He's also here.” Francie smiled.

”Hey, I don't think you need to recite his honor. After all, you're my friend, aren't you?” Said Auguste discontentedly.

”Yes, yes, look at those people over there.” Francie raised her hand and motioned Auguste to look elsewhere.

”Oh? Manfred is here, too?” Auguste recognized the man over there at a glance.

”So why don't you say hello? You're the president of the famous chef Federation in North America.” Said Francie with a teasing smile.

”Of course, I'm the president.” Auguste smiled this time, nodded and walked to the glass window.

”There are so many people coming this time.” Francie said, ”I feel familiar in the circle.”

”It's hard to imagine that this is just a personal cooking exhibition of Chinese chefs.” August was puzzled and looked forward to it.

”No, no, no, Mr. Yuan has exceeded the whole group of Chinese chefs. This is Mr. Yuan's personal cooking exhibition. You haven't eaten his dishes, so you don't understand.” Francie shook her head and said solemnly.

”It seems that I should cheer up 120 thousand spirit the day after tomorrow.” August said thoughtfully.