The purpose of Wang Mingjie's visit this time is very simple. He wants to make a dish with President Cheng and taste each other.

Of course, a Sichuan cuisine master and a Suzhou cuisine master will certainly not be making the same dish, and Wang Mingjie is not good at Sichuan cuisine, and Cheng technicians only know about Suzhou cuisine.

Not everyone, like Yuan Zhou, has many cuisines, and they are all top-notch.

But Wang Mingjie and Cheng technicians can do similar. They discussed it yesterday and plan to make fried rice.

Speaking of fried rice, everyone can make it. The threshold is very low, but whether it is good or not, it is a matter of personal craftsmanship. Some people make fried rice. Some of them will be scorched, and others are well-made. It can be said that many people have a bowl of exclusive fried rice in their hearts.

Either mother made it, or grandma made it, or they left home after school and poured the leftovers into a pot of stir-fry.

And Yuanzhou also started with egg fried rice.

The two exchanged. Wang Mingjie was preparing to make Yangzhou fried rice, and the technician Cheng planned to make egg fried rice that Yuanzhou had made. He was an apprentice to Yuanzhou and wanted to align with him.

Egg fried rice and Yangzhou fried rice are very similar to each other, and even many people think that they are one.

"I don't know why Chef Wang Mingjie suddenly had the thought of communication." President Cheng couldn't figure it out. In fact, if President Cheng is not so busy promoting the cooking and Sichuan cuisine association recently, in his capacity, it is possible to advance in advance. Know about Yuanzhou's record of famous disciples.

Making fried rice is quite simple, not to mention that President Cheng had already prepared all the ingredients, so the two soon finished.

Both of them are at the master level, so it is almost indistinguishable from the point of view of sales. The most important thing is definitely the taste.

"I will start to try President Cheng." Wang Mingjie picked up a spoon and sipped a spoonful of President Cheng's fried rice into his mouth, and the answer was in his heart.

Wang Mingjie has not eaten Yuanzhou's fried rice, but President Cheng can make almost 80% of Yuanzhou's previous level, and can roughly imagine the level of Yuanzhou.

Even if he made up his mind in his heart, Wang Mingjie finished eating the fried rice of the technician Cheng. This is the last time when Yuanzhou was instructed by the knives to see Chef Yuan's habit. No matter who cooks the food, he will have it all. After eating.

"Thank you, Mr. Cheng. I have already understood it, so I will leave first." Wang Mingjie said goodbye immediately after eating the fried rice.

"Okay, goodbye." President Cheng is inexplicable. Who is this? Understand what.

"I don't feel right?" President Cheng muttered.

"Thousands of miles flew over from the province of Jiangsu just to have a better taste of fried rice with me than anyone else?" President Cheng felt that this would not be the case for people who didn't break their brains.

It was rare for Cheng Ye to get up early to see his dad wondering what he was talking about.

She asked, "What are you doing, dad?"

"What do you mean by what he said?" President Cheng dragged his daughter and said something just now.

The young man's mind is fast, maybe there is any useful news that can be thought of, and having a daughter will do just that.

"This shouldn't be for kicking the pavilion. He used a sub-house in our Sichuan food shop as a master of Suzhou cuisine. He is not a teacher. He can cook all kinds of dishes, and the level is beyond reach." Know what you said.

"Kick the hall? Master."

President Cheng flashed in his mind, thinking of Dashi Xiujie, who was dead on his face, and suddenly thought of a possibility.

Pick up the phone and plan to call Zhou Shijie to ask if there is any activity for the master recently. As a personal disciple, you must get up with the master.

Wang Mingjie, who left on the other side, did go in the direction of the Kitchen Federation. He went to sign up.

Originally, Mr. Wang told Wang Mingjie about Yuanzhou's apprenticeship. Wang Mingjie admired Chef Yuan's cooking.

I am very grateful for the communication with me. I even believe that Chef Yuan is younger and his cooking skills surpass his father Wang Huai, but he is still a little puzzled to be a named disciple.

Wang Mingjie was also a wise man, and immediately found Yuan Zhao's apprentice Cheng Zhaomei.

It is a fried rice. He, the master of Su cuisine, will be defeated. The simpler and more sophisticated the cooking skills, this is well known in the chef industry.

Regardless of Sichuan and Su Wei, pure cooking, Wang Mingjie knows that he is far from the front-line technicians.

"Wang Mingjie, Wang Mingjie, technician Cheng is now the chairman of Sichuan cuisine, known as the king of Sichuan cuisine. You can't compare to fame or cooking skills. What's more doubtful?" Wang Mingjie hurried to the kitchen union headquarters.

President Zhou Shijie first informed his friends in the culinary industry that Yuan Zhou was about to accept his apprentices. Therefore, what happened to Coson and Wang Mingjie was staged in various places in China.

The news has not been officially announced, but the informed people have already heard the wind, everyone is packing up and preparing to rush to Rongcheng.

The new day begins. Today, Opero and his party are still here for breakfast. They also said goodbye to Yuanzhou by the way.

"I'm going back to France this time." Chu Yan stood straight in front of Yuan Zhou.

"I see, all the way," Yuanzhou said seriously.

"I may pass by Rongcheng and come to the kitchen **** shop to see when the New Year is coming." Chu Yan, as always, was cold.

"Okay." Yuanzhou said.

"Chef Yuan, I have found a way to continue this exchange. Thank you so much." Opelo has not said a few words of gratitude.

"Chef Opelo is very kind." Yuanzhou said.

"I still want to thank Chef Yuan for sharing, but I just want to ask, when will Chef Yuan's Singapore cuisine be added to the menu?" Opelo was curious.

After eating the new dishes made by Yuanzhou, I know how delicious his new dishes are, but I did n’t find them on the recipe before. I did n’t eat them. ask.

"I don't think it's ready yet, it's not perfect, and we need to practice again." Yuanzhou answered seriously.

Everyone can see that he is telling the truth, not at all humble.

"Not good enough?"

"Do you need to practice again?"

"Exercise?"

Opero read away these three words and went away, even forgetting to say goodbye.

The round table of ten people ended successfully. The chefs returned to their home countries because they had not stayed to taste the food because of the coming New Year.

He only knew how much Yuanzhou had gained, but the diners finally regained their place. It was gratifying. At night, everyone knew it was too naive.

The first may be late, but there is never anyone else's share.

Familiar posture, the limbs in the unbelievable posture on the door is not the disappearance of the town shop God Beast Wuhai for a while.

"Ha ha ha ha booming, I'm big black, come back, does boss Yuan miss me, the shop must miss me too."

"Roar roar, I'm going to have a big meal today."

Wuhai appeared, and naturally Zhou Xi, who has recently become his follower, certainly appeared, and Zheng Jiawei was also there.