Chapter 2012 (2/2)

Although people can be found without the help of two people, they must be grateful for their active help. It's a matter of politeness.

”You're welcome. You're welcome. That's the process. Otherwise, where can we get our recommendation?” The chef smiled.

He admired Yuanzhou's cooking. After cooking Shandong cuisine all his life, he was compared by a young man in the end. He couldn't refuse.

”Old man Zhuang is right. Chef yuan is very polite about raising a hand.” Chef Mai also said with a smile. The wrinkles on his face are scattered, like a chrysanthemum.

If chef Mai's Apprentice sees the smiling master here, maybe tears will come out. You know, chef Mai is usually very strict and often keeps a straight face. He is basically not satisfied.

After greeting, the group began to talk. Of course, most of the chefs gathered to talk about either cooking or ingredients.

Several chefs put Yuan Zhou on their same level, so after Yuan Zhou joined, they talked about the previous topics.

With Yuanzhou's current cooking knowledge reserve, he was absolutely comfortable with such a small scene. Soon, everyone chatted enthusiastically.

This time is also a coincidence. There are only five judges. In addition to Zhou Shijie, they are the four chefs Wang, Yue, Zhuang and Mai who just greeted Yuan Zhou.

Although we all know Yuanzhou's cooking very well and agree that the silver spoon must belong to Yuanzhou, the system is the system, and we still have to go through the stage.

”Several chefs are busy. I'm going to prepare.” Yuan Zhou stopped talking when it was getting late.

”It's really late, Xiao Yuan. Go.” Zhou Shijie subconsciously looked at his watch. It's already 50. It's really late.

”We'll discuss the question of chef yuan when it's over.” Chef Zhuang said carelessly.

”Yes, yes.” Chef Wang nodded in agreement.

”OK, I've learned a lot from communicating with several chefs.” Yuanzhou road.

After greeting several chefs, he walked towards the table on the other side of the high platform.

Unlike when Yuanzhou came in just now, there are already many people on it. No one is like Yuanzhou. Washing, cutting, frying and placing dishes are done by one person.

Several other chefs brought helpers, some one and some two. Except for the stove on the edge, there was no one, and other places were occupied.

Yuanzhou doesn't mind which stove has land.

”Are you the chef of Yuanzhou?” A tall, burly man looked at Yuan Zhou.

The man is about 40 years old. He is in his prime of life. He is wearing a chef's clothes with black stripes and a chef's hat. He is a little taller. At this time, he looks at Yuan Zhou seriously.

”Yes, Hello, chef Gao.” Yuan Zhou saw the photos of the other three chefs, so he recognized them at a glance.

”I'm willing to take advantage of chef yuan's knife skills, but I can't easily admit defeat.” Goofy looked serious.

In fact, when you say this, you are much weaker.

But goofy really thinks so. He thinks that a person's energy is limited, which can be good in all aspects.

”Chef yuan, my master really can't spare time this time. Let me say sorry to you and say we'll get together again next time.” A man in his 40s came up.

Breaking the somewhat serious scene just completed by Gao Fei, Yuan Zhou recognized at a glance that this was Bai Subo, a disciple of Mo Yuchu.

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