Chapter 1617 (2/2)

After hanging up the phone, technician Cheng said to himself, ”the welfare of the green kitchen association is really great. It's such an opportunity.”

”If it weren't for my master's modesty, the signboard of the first sword of China must be the master's. who can beat my master in sword skill?”

”I'm not aiming at one chef, I mean all chefs.” Technician Cheng has mentioned it to Yuan Zhou twice and wants his master to challenge this title.

[the first sword of China] is not only a title, but also a substantial plaque. The origin is a food warlord in the period of the Republic of China. It was made of gold silk and nanmu. It was given to a Shandong chef. It was carved by a famous teacher. The material is also valuable and worth the old nose. Of course, the value is one thing, mainly glory.

After the chef died, the gold nanmu plaque disappeared. It didn't appear again until the 1980s and was held in the museum by the famous chef Wang of Huaiyang cuisine.

Huaiyang cuisine is good at knife skill, but this plaque was given to Shandong cuisine chef at the beginning, so chef Wang Huai was very good at playing and set a rule.

Besides the chefs of Huaiyang cuisine, who can conquer all Huaiyang cuisine masters in knife skill is the king of knife and can obtain a plaque.

As for why Wang Huai should say that he is not a chef of Huaiyang cuisine, because if no one can do it, it will prove that Daogong is still the first in Huaiyang cuisine. Chef Wang Huai is really a witty man.

Over the past 30 years, there have been many challenges, but the plaque is still in the museum. After all, there are also 20 or 30 Huaiyang cuisine masters. It's too difficult to defeat them all.

Technician Cheng always felt that with the master's knife skill, he would be able to get the plaque hanging in the air for 30 years.

”If I wasn't the wrong age, I would like to join the green kitchen club.” Technician Cheng suddenly reacted and hurriedly said, ”no, I'm the master's closing disciple. I must be higher than Liao Yue who watched.”

”Well, it must be taller than them.” Cheng technician self affirmation.

The closing disciple, that is, the last disciple accepted by the master, although Yuan Zhou really didn't plan to accept it again, the closing disciple really didn't say so. It's purely a brain tonic of someone Cheng.

Technician Cheng was sure to do what the master ordered immediately and called Liao Yue immediately.

Liao Yue couldn't get through. Technician Cheng called Qin Kaili again and explained the whole thing clearly.

On the other side, Yuanzhou continued to prepare breakfast. Nothing happened on the way, so it was lunch time.

It's also rare that LingHong accompanied his grandfather linglaozi to lunch.

Since monitor Jia left, old man Ling hasn't come back to the shop for more than a year, so familiar diners greet him.

”The taste of porridge and shredded chicken cold noodles hasn't changed at all.” Old man Ling ate and sighed.

”Old man, as you said, people's hearts are easy to change, but the taste of dishes is not so easy to change.” The timid man next to me couldn't help saying.

Master Ling shook his head: ”people's hearts are indeed the most changeable, but the dishes are made by people, so it's difficult to keep the taste unchanged.”

After thinking carefully, he couldn't help saying, ”what the old man said is that I think too one-sided.”

Then the crowd caught Yuanzhou and boasted.

In the gap between cooking, Yuan Zhou silently smiled at the corners of his mouth. Of course, wearing a mask, others could not see it.

”Bold, tell me a story today.” Asked a diner.

”Hey, hey, today I'll tell you an old story of more than eight years...” timid began to tell.

What cry is in its environment, timid and strong. Telling a story is immersive. When telling a story, the words reveal the bleak wind.

The standard is absolutely comparable to Zhang Zhen's story telling. Someone in the store recommended cowards to work in the radio station.

However, timid Zhuang refused, because timid Zhuang only had the feeling of telling stories in a small shop, which could not be found elsewhere.

”Does that young man often come to the store?” Father Ling suddenly asked.

”I'm also a regular guest. I tell a story every time I come. It's like listening to music in a teahouse. It's very interesting.” Ling Hongdao.

”It's very interesting.” Master Ling nodded and then didn't speak again.

”The taste of the food hasn't changed, and the taste of the shop hasn't changed. It's nice.” Master Ling got up after eating.

LingHong hurriedly held: ”Grandpa, please slow down.”

”What's slow? I'm very strong. I can flip back. Do you believe it?” Master Ling opens Ling Hong's hand and won't let him help him.

”Well... Grandpa, we don't brag. If I don't believe it, I won't be able to stand down.” Ling Hong said after a half silence.

”Get out!” Old man Ling blew his beard and stared.

Finally, he left the shop accompanied by Ling Hong.