1773 No signature dish

“These foreigners can really eat a lot. Basically, everyone gets one and a half pieces of steak. It’s good enough that I have such a good appetite at the age of 60 or 70.” A customer with a goatee muttered. Beef was not easy to digest, let alone for an old man in his sixties or seventies.

“I think it’s easy to maintain such a good appetite.” The mangaka Cao mi, as the third batch of customers, participated in the discussion of this topic.

“Oh?” the customer looked at Cao mi curiously.

“As long as you’re 60 or 70 years old, master chef Restaurant is still open and the head chef is boss Yuan, it’s fine,” Cao mi said.

What he said made a lot of sense. However, would boss Yuan be able to live until he was 60 years old? With Yuan Zhou’s current fame, he didn’t need to do anything at all if he wanted to join a restaurant. He could get a very high salary just by coming here once or twice a month. It was hard to imagine how great Yuan Zhou’s reputation would be in 20 or 30 years.

“No, I have to ask boss Yuan.” The goateed diner muttered. Of course, although he wasn’t a regular customer, he had been here several times and knew the rules. He definitely wouldn’t run up to Yuan Zhou and ask him when he was cooking. He had to wait until the business time was over before asking.

Since they were already on this topic, the goatee foodie was not the only one who wanted to ask. The others also wanted to ask. Putting your feelings into something you’re used to is like buying breakfast for three to four years in a row. If it’s suddenly gone one day, you’ll still be sad for a while. That’s what a person is. Besides, it was the master chef Restaurant, which was the reason why Taoxi road had always existed.

This was the situation inside the store, and another situation was happening outside the store. Eight, oh no, including relei mi, nine foreigners in their 60s and 70s were sitting on the long benches arranged by the queuing Committee like salted fish.

They looked dispirited as they looked at each other. They couldn’t help but laugh.

“I’m going to talk to Raven,”Reimi said.”Baal and bordoan know that I talk to Raven almost every day. Raven’s brain is like a treasure vault, and it’s never boring.” Remy stood up slowly and left after saying goodbye to everyone.

“The painter is really good at acting.” Tulaoma cursed silently in his heart. He had long noticed that this fellow would definitely go to the Art Gallery but would definitely go to Yuan’s shop during mealtimes. This was because tulaoma had discovered that Crow, known as the last hope of the European painting world, did not like to interact with people.

Marisero also knew that reremi was just saying that. Although he didn’t notice Wu Hai, he was a stupid Groundhog, not a fool. Since he had met Wu Hai twice, it was obvious that reremi would eat in Yuan’s restaurant every meal. Marisello remembered that he had asked him where they were going to have lunch, and Jeremy had said that they were just going to find a place to eat.

He was really cunning! Just look at how angry he was. He even spoke with a Japan accent.

Of course, toroma and marashero had a tacit understanding and did not say anything. After all, they were all people who cared about their pride. If they accidentally said that the three of them had left Baal and bordoan to eat at Yuan restaurant, would they still be able to have fun together?

After Jeremy left, the remaining chefs were all Western food Masters, and the chefs began to communicate with each other.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve eaten too much,” Barr sighed.”Yuan’s Wellington steak is simply a masterpiece. After the first bite, he immediately wants to eat a second bite.”

“The red wine steak is the most delicious.” Bordoan immediately replied. His voice was the calmest among the old men, but because his stomach was a little bloated, he lowered his voice,””The Sweden meatball is as good as the steak. Seriously, I must have been too hungry. I can’t imagine that I finished both the meatball and the steak. You know, I can barely eat half a piece of steak at home.”

“And I know the rules of Yuan. You must finish all the food you order.” Bordoan was trying to find an excuse for his bloated stomach.

“I asked you to give me a meatball, but you won’t let me. Oh my God, bordoan, when did you become so ungentlemanly?” “What do you mean by ‘to follow the yuan rules’?” marashero immediately exposed him.”You obviously want to eat it.”

“This stupid Groundhog!” Bordoan’s eyes narrowed. He had finally acknowledged the nickname that toroma had given him.

After coming to Yuan’s restaurant, I met two types of chefs.” Bordoan immediately changed the topic and skipped the embarrassment.

Everyone stared at bodoan, waiting for his next sentence. He didn’t keep them in suspense and said directly,””One is a chef with a signature dish.”

Before he could finish his sentence Mali malashero rolled his eyes and said,”So the other type is the chef without a signature dish. What an exquisite classification.”

The eight people present were all master-level characters, and some of their disciples were also master-level, so how could they not have some ultimate skills? Wasn’t that nonsense?

“The other type is a chef without a signature dish. Yuan is such a chef.” Bordoan said.

As soon as these words came out, everyone was stunned. After thinking about it carefully, there was indeed no recommendation for today on the menu, or the chef’s recommendation. Generally speaking, the former was a dish made with the seasonal ingredients, while the latter was the signature dish of the head chef.

Signature dishes were called specialty dishes in China. Without a specialty dish, whether in China or the West, it was a derogatory term. This meant that the cooking skills were very ordinary and there were no dishes that could be brought out.

However, if he didn’t use his signature dish to describe Yuan Zhou, the meaning would change completely.

“I support the steak. I’ve eaten three types of steaks, and each of them is at the peak of perfection. I can only say which flavor you like, but I can’t say which is better, because each of them is at the peak of perfection.” Tulaoma said fairly.

“In that case, there are only two kinds of chefs in this world. One is Yuan, and the other is the chefs other than Yuan.” Marashero concluded.

“I didn’t say that,” “But other than Yuan, I’ve never seen anything like it before.” Bordoan shook his head.”Every dish on the menu is a signature dish.”

Have you seen it?

Not to mention seeing it.

This group of people had never even heard of him before. The total cooking age of this group of Western chefs was more than 250 years. If they hadn’t seen Yuan Zhou this time, they wouldn’t have believed that such a person existed at all.

“Not having a signature dish can now be either a belittle or a compliment. But I don’t think anyone except yuan can hear this compliment.” Barr said.

While everyone was praising Yuan Zhou’s culinary skills, Gauss remained silent.

“What’s wrong, Gauss?” The observant Turama noticed this and asked,””Is there a problem with Yuan’s cooking? We can discuss it together. “

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