"Huangmen Fei is not moving, the Royal Chef sends Bazhen."

This is a famous sentence by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty. Since the beginning of the Western Zhou Dynasty, there have been traces of the imperial chef, but the name is different. The Royal Chef and Royal Doctor were similar, not necessarily the strongest at the time, but definitely the top batch at that time.

The location of the Closing Knife Banquet was surprisingly low-key. In Chef ’s own small manor, the kitchen is open-plan, and the cooking methods and skills are fully visible in front of everyone.

Although the chef industry cherishes the broom, the people who came to the banquet are familiar people and celebrity chefs. Therefore, the sheep chef has no small family spirit.

Yuan Zhou and Mr. Ma got up early in the morning to pack up, and then they planned to go to Chef Yang's residence.

"Mr. Ma, do we need to prepare a gift for Chef Yang?" This is Yuanzhou's second inquiry.

Yuan Zhou had asked Mr. Ma this question before, but Mr. Ma did not give an accurate answer, just in case Yuanzhou deliberately brought a large palm tree.

Although Yuanzhou has collected a lot of ancient books, after the sheep chef closed the knife feast, the knives were not touched. Is it a bit bad to send the ancient books?

It's kind of similar. Everyone else is in a wheelchair. You gave a football, amused.

"I didn't tell you not to use it? Well, maybe I forgot to say that the old sheep is almost the same as me. I don't like to receive gifts. People can just go. The old man didn't bring anything."

The hotel is not close to Chef Sheep's residence, the drive takes one and a half hours without traffic jams.

Earlier this morning, Yuanzhou received a call from Wushou with one purpose. He asked Yuanzhou's address, and then Yuanzhou said something important.

Wuhai was silent for a long time, and then said: Come back early. He hung up the phone, as long as Yuanzhou had serious business, Wushou would still be very interested.

Chef Yang lives in a relatively remote suburb, so the hotel where Mr. Yuan Zhou and Mr. Ma are staying is very close.

In fact, the manor is not very big. After all, the land around the goose city is not cheap, and the manor was passed down from the sheep family.

Covering an area of ​​about one and a half acres, it is full of trees and flowers, and the atrium landscape is quite good.

Probably because of the old man's occupational problems, Yuan Zhou looked into the distance and found a small vegetable field in the process of entering. He naturally knew that the dishes inside were taken care of.

"Well, I still like to do these imaginary heads. Remove these landscape stones, and corners, to grow more vegetables." Mr. Ma said.

In this case, Yuanzhou remembered that the small village where Mr. Ma lived was not big, but after hearing the villagers said that Mr. Ma did take care of two plots.

Yuanzhou helped Mr. Ma along the paved road in a special direction, and by looking at Mr. Ma's proficiency, he knew that this was not his first visit to this place.

At a Sancha intersection, I saw a tall figure standing there from afar. The eyes were about one meter and eighteen meters long. Her hair was all white and her face was wrinkled, but her complexion was red and her spirit was bright. Uncle.

Yuanzhou guessed that this was probably the protagonist of today's banquet.

Sure enough, after getting closer, Mr. Ma also saw the figure clearly.

"Hahahaha, Lama, your movements are too slow. Lao Mo and Lao Ge have arrived, and they are waiting for you." The tall old man and the head chef saw Yuan Zhou striding forward immediately, Essence is excellent.

"The old clumsy Qianli came here, and I have already given you a lot of face, not to mention I brought someone." Mr. Ma said, just mentioning Yuanzhou.

"Yes, yes, this is what you mean by Chef Yuan." Chef Sheep and Mr. Ma chuckled and set their sights on Yuan Zhou.

Today, in order to be formal, Yuanzhou wore a slightly casual suit. It would neither look too formal nor rude. Of course, the clothes were matched by Xiaoya.

"Hello Chef Sheep, I am honored to be able to come to your closing knife feast." Yuanzhou Wen Yan bent slightly to show respect.

"If you are old, you can't keep up with the times. If Lao Ma had told me a lot about Chef Yuan, I wouldn't have known such a genius in the culinary world."

Although the age of Yuanzhou was unexpected, Chef Yang was very curious about the famous chefs that Mr. Ma strongly recommended.

"I'm also very happy that Chef Yuan can come and exchange more time."

"That's my honor." Yuanzhou was also looking forward to it.

"There's no end, I don't know how old the old man has been for a long time, and quickly go to the room to get drool." Mr. Ma said.

"You haven't changed your bad temper for so many years. It's no wonder you refuse to move out of the village. Laoma, are you afraid of being killed outside the village?" Chef Yang gave a glance at Mr. Ma to lead the way.

Don't look at Chef Sheep in his seventies, but he is healthy and walks a lot.

Soon the three of them went outside a hall door with a plaque on it that said Feng Daotang.

People are working as examiners all their lives, interviewing who can come to participate in their own funeral, and chefs who have inherited the Fengdaoban feast have been building Fengdaotang all their lives.

To put it plainly, it feels like the emperor was alive to build his own tomb.

"Come in quickly, Lao Ge was still talking about you before." Chef Yang stepped into Fengdaotang.

Upon entering the hall, the first thing that attracted Yuan Zhou was not a particularly large eight-century table in the middle of the city, but the contending faces with red ears and red ears, as if seven white-haired old men were about to fight in the next second.

That's right, the old man in the room in the lobby was all white-haired, and the last ones were gray, so Yuanzhou came into the flock.

"Hey, Lama, you are here just right, we are arguing about one thing, you come over and see." A short old man turned around and saw Yuanzhou and his party.

I don't know why, the name of Lao Ma made Yuanzhou unconsciously think of copying hands.

Rongcheng's characteristic old linen is not easy for foreigners to eat, because it is not spicy, but the pepper is much more, it is hemp. Many tourists who eat spicy but not hemp will feel poisoned in general, their lips are all Hemp.

This time back, you can try Laomashou as breakfast, Yuanzhou thought.

Closer to home, Mr. Ma entered the room, causing the sound in the room to stop all of a sudden, looking towards the door one after another, saying hello one by one.

Of course, all eyes were on Yuanzhou. There was no way that the old man in the room suddenly came to a young one. It must be noticeable. And for several years of cooking practice, Yuanzhou's spirit was extraordinary.

"This is the niece you brought?" The lean old man leaning over slightly frowned.

Feng Dao Yan does not invite younger generations of chefs. This is not a rule of self-sustaining identity, but Feng Dao Yan is basically a "witness", and the witnesses naturally want their peers or elders.

Have you ever seen a junior witness to an elder? It's messy.

Hmm ... the age of Chef Sheep, the elders in the culinary industry are gone, so they need to be peers, anyway, Chef Sheep ’s personal disciples are not eligible to come.

So there is this question.

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