"Do you mean that you got the invitation earlier than me?" Auguste asked very uncomfortably.

"That is natural, after all, I am well-informed." Francis nodded with a smile, not at all concerned about August's anger.

"The president of the kitchen union really does not put my Auguste in my eyes." Auguste bite his teeth.

Hearing that Francis said this, Auguste was dissatisfied with Zhou Shijie, thinking that he did not respect himself. After all, although Francis was a food critics, he was not as good as his chef who had a mof.

Logically speaking, whether it is level or prestige, August should be ahead.

But Francis shook his head: "No, no, I don't think you are wrong."

"The invitation letter was taken by me personally, and it was later than the time that a food critics got it. This is not an illusion." Auguste was short and fat, and now he looks like a sigh of relief. It is obviously very uncomfortable.

"My friend, you should look over there." Francis raised his hand and gestured to Auguste to look to the other side of the tea room.

As I said before, Auguste is not early, there are still a lot of people in the tea room, and there are not a few blond foreigners.

Of course, there are many faces of Chinese and other ethnic groups. It is only when August enters the door that Francis will come to say hello.

Because of this, August did not pay attention to the other people in the tea room, but now Francis is letting Auguste look at other people.

In the past, I saw the well-informed Auguste because I knew too many people.

I don’t know, but I have a relationship or a few sides, but what is August?

He was the winner of the French Grand Industry Award, and even the award was given by the then French President.

Therefore, the identity of Auguste is naturally very high in the kitchen industry. According to the theorem of the natural master of friends who the master knows, many people at the scene know him, and it is obvious that the people in this tea room are also obviously They are master chefs or masters of pastry.

There are even a few politicians, such as his friend, Francis, who is a politician.

Nothing wrong, Francis is not only a food critics but also a politician sent to India by the United States.

"How come this guy is coming." Suddenly Auguste's gaze condensed and muttered a little.

"It's your old rival, the winner of the highest honor of the youngest Dutch chef in the history of the Netherlands, svh, who is now the founder of the Dutch sprakeloos restaurant, he is also here." Francis smiled.

"Hey, I don't think you have to honor his honor. After all, you are my friend, aren't you?" Auguste dissatisfied.

"Yes, look at the few people over there." Francis raised his hand and gestured to Auguste to look elsewhere.

"Oh? Manfred is coming too?" Auguste recognized the person over there.

"So you don't say hello? You are the chairman of the celebrity chefs association in North America." Francis smiled.

"Of course, I am the president." Auguste also smiled and then nodded to the glass window.

"There are so many people coming here." Francis said: "I feel familiar in the circle."

“It’s hard to imagine that this is just a personal chef’s show of Chinese chefs.” Auguste has some puzzles and some expectations.

"No, no, Mr. Yuan has already exceeded the entire group of Chinese chefs. This is the personal cooking exhibition of Mr. Yuan. You have not eaten the dishes he made, so you don't understand." Francis shook his head and said nothing. Said.

"It seems that I should play the spirit of 120,000 points the day after tomorrow." Auguste said thoughtfully.

"It doesn't matter, you don't have to prepare for it, you can appreciate the beauty of the food itself." Francis.

"I really hope that this personal cooking show will not be weak compared to the world's top 50 restaurant forums held every two years." Auguste Road.

"It’s hard to gather these people at the Fiftieth Restaurant Forum meeting." Francis disagreed.

The last time the two conferences of the world's top 50 restaurant forums were held in Barcelona, ​​the people who can participate in this conference are all contemporary world chefs.

Such chefs are extraordinary in their own cooking and influence.

For example, Chu Yu participated in the meeting two years ago, and it is obvious that this personal cooking exhibition has come to many such people, and these people are still very tall, and they are all in the kitchen industry. character.

There are even a lot of culinary skills like Auguste, such as Manfred, the president of the World Famous Chefs Association, and Mr. Say, the old rival of August.

Of course, there is also Fujiwara, who has not seen them, but he is still on the plane and has not arrived yet.

The two talked and quickly reached the front of Manfred, when August agreed with Francis.

That is, the world's top 50 restaurant forum meetings may not be able to invite these people, because it is the business tycoons who are chatting with Manfred, these people are famous capitalists.

This is the partner or businessman invited by Wu Yungui.

"This Mr. Yuan is really amazing. I don't know what kind of cooking can be achieved. It seems that the video has not yet reflected his true culinary skill level." Auguste came up with such a sentence and looked forward to it. Started a personal cooking exhibition in Yuanzhou.

With such a mind in mind, Auguste began to smile with Manfred.

Because of the understanding, several people chatted and talked again.

After chatting here, Chu Yu also went back to the room to clean up and came to the tea room. As the youngest outstanding Chinese chef, Chu Yu was naturally welcomed by many people.

While communicating with these people, Chu Wei looked at the people present and could not help but feel the same feeling: "Maybe Yuanzhou will go faster, higher and farther than me."

The people in the tea room gathered because of Yuanzhou, and Yuanzhou, who is the protagonist of the day after tomorrow, is on the phone for the last ten minutes before preparing the ingredients.

The phone was called to Yin Ya. After sending away four people, Yuanzhou practiced after cooking for a while.

In fact, the two can wait until the dinner time is over, because the two put the daily red wine time to the evening after dinner time.

But Yuanzhou couldn't help but call now.

He originally wanted to thank Yin Ya for his thoughtful preparations for him, but after hearing the soft and sweet voice of Yin Ya, Yuanzhou did not say anything, just a gentle way: "Make breakfast together tomorrow. My new salted duck egg is ready to eat."

"Well, then I will come early tomorrow morning." Yin Ya’s heart is sweet and mellow.

"Then I will finish picking you up." Yuanzhou Road.

"Good." Yin Ya did not reject the words of Yuanzhou, again.

"See you at night." Yuanzhou Road.

"Goodbye." Yin Ya responded, and then waited for Yuanzhou to hang up the phone, she put down her mobile phone with a smile.

The salted duck egg was a time to drink red wine. Yin Ya mentioned that she missed the taste of salted duck eggs when she was a child. It is obvious that Yuanzhou remembered this matter, and this was the invitation.

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