Brilliant Michelin Reborn

"Who is looking for me!"

The grumpy chef came out of the back kitchen, blowing his beard and staring, yelling in French.

The busy restaurant suddenly fell silent, diners and waiters dared not speak out, only the decorative fan was still shaking their heads slowly.

"Who is looking for me!" The chef yelled again, scaring the little waiter almost tossing the plate.

"I'm looking for you, chef."

A peaceful voice came from a corner of the restaurant, and everyone looked at a table on the side in unison.

A table for one person.

The diner was a handsome Asian.

Correct facial features, iconic appearance, no domineering aura, but calm and composed aura among a group of people has to make people admire him.

A well-fitting khaki suit, a sea blue tie, and shiny black leather shoes, just right to set off the aura without any chaos, as if a mountain collapsed in front of it without changing the color.

It's just that the two round sky blue cuff buttons on the cuffs are a little too formal.

"I think there is something wrong with your dish." The man's fluent French interrupted everyone's gaze on him.

"Hahaha, what are you pretending to be here, you little boy, hurry up and pay the bill and go home."

The chef jokingly smiled, ignored him and left.

The man was not in a hurry, holding a knife and fork, slowly tasted the dishes in front of him, and said: "This scallop dish is very delicious, cooked at a moderate heat, and the sauce is also very layered, especially the balance between nutmeg and pepper , the aroma and taste are really wonderful, and such a combination is really rare.”

Hearing what the man said, the chef stopped in his tracks, turned around and said triumphantly, "Okay, kid, I have some knowledge."

"Thank you," the man smiled and continued, "Unfortunately, it would be better if you can add some sourness to neutralize it. Although the sauce is delicious, it is too thick, and it is easy to feel satisfied when you take the first bite. This feeling is even stronger after taking a bite, and I don’t even want to take a third bite, which is a waste of your talent as a chef.”

"This taste is called strong. Your mother doesn't add salt when cooking for you."

The chef laughed mockingly, and everyone laughed too.

The man shook his head, with pitiful eyes in his eyes, sneered, put down the knife and fork, and slowly wiped the corners of his lips with a napkin.

"At least, when my mother cooks... she cooks herself."

"What do you mean?!" The chef's face darkened instantly.

"Literally," the man pointed to the ordering board on the table, "It says that today's special dishes are prepared by you personally, the chef, but in fact they are not."

The chef's eyes widened, and he rushed in front of the man in two steps, and slammed the table, causing the cups and tableware to fall to the ground.

"Boy, talk nonsense, I will sue you for defamation!"

"Oh?"

The man smiled, picked up the fallen menu card, and pulled out the menu inside: "If you remember correctly, scallops should be your weak point as the chef. When you were recording a TV show before, you deliberately handed over the cooking of scallops to It will be handled by your assistant, so you must be afraid of controlling the heat. Otherwise, how could you not know that the sauce is too thick?"

"Hmph, what do you know!" the chef snorted, "My job is to take full control of the kitchen and teach them how to do it! I have to do this little thing myself, so why do you need these people!"

"The words are true, but it is written in black and white that the dishes are prepared by you, which means that this special dish must be prepared by you. After the meal, the taste should be adjusted in time according to the feedback of the guests, and the dishes should be perfected instead of cooking in the kitchen. This nonsense, or to say..."

The man suddenly smiled, and tore the menu in half: "Should you please cross out your name and replace it with your assistant's name?"

"You! What are you!"

The chef was furious and picked up the man's stand collar. Before he could drop his fist, the door of the restaurant was suddenly opened. An old man knocked on the ground with a cane. The deafening sound forced everyone to stop.

"Do you have any issues with Michelin investigators?"

"Mi...Michelin..."

The chef murmured, his face turned pale instantly, and he fell to the ground, sweating profusely like a torrential rain.

The man didn't speak, straightened his clothes, put the cash on the torn menu, walked up to the old man and helped him leave the restaurant, regardless of the eyes and comments of the people.

After leaving the restaurant and passing the street corner, the man hurriedly let out a sigh of relief: "Huh, I was scared to death."

"Haha, Mr. Jiang, you are doing very well," the old man took his hand, "I am proud of you."

"Thank you, Mr. Bruce."

Jiang Shunan smiled embarrassedly: "You raised this issue with him last time. Since he doesn't want to repent, he can only do this. However, you said that I am a Michelin investigator. "

"But, but," Mr. Bruce leaned on his crutches and made a slow 'da da da' sound on the ground, "I'm planning to discuss it with you after you pass this exam."

Jiang Shunan stopped, and there was no joy in his surprised eyes: "What are you discussing? You said you want me to be a Michelin investigator? No, no, I don't have the ability."

"Relax, kid."

Mr. Bruce helped down the frame, and was not surprised by Jiang Shunan's reaction: "You have been here for a year. I know better than you what your abilities are. Look at your performance just now, how helpful you are, like a real investigator Exactly the same."

"But……"

"Buzzing..."

While talking, Mr. Bruce's phone rang.

Helpless, Jiang Shunan could only wait for the call to finish.

one Year.

It has been a year since I came to Paris.

I had agreed with Mr. Bruce to study for a one-year period, and now the deadline is approaching, as long as I pass the final exam...

How can it be...

This year, as if isolated from the world, he did not contact anyone, nor did he contact him.

It seems that the whole life is completely overthrown and restarted.

If, just if.

I went back by myself...

Can I still go back?

Mr. Bruce talked on the phone for a while, then hung up.

Just as Jiang Shunan was about to speak, Mr. Bruce didn't let him speak: "Let's go, we'll talk about this later. Go back to school first, your tutor has something to do with you."

Without delay, he said goodbye to Mr. Bruce, and Jiang Shunan took a taxi back to school.

It is said to be a school, but it doesn't look very big. It is a small three-story British-style building on the street. Of course, you can't see the inside from the outside.

Every time he comes back, Jiang Shunan will marvel at such an ingenious design.But as soon as I saw the blue ribbon-like pattern on the school badge, I only had mixed feelings in my heart.

On the second floor, in front of the office, Jiang Shunan knocked on the door and went in. The tutor was chatting with someone, and the chat was lively.

"Jiang, you're here." The instructor greeted him with a smile when he saw him coming.

His mentor is a famous French chef, one of the chefs in charge of the last Michelin exchange meeting.However, now more time will be spent in the school to train newcomers.

Moreover, I can speak a little Chinese.

It was specially requested by Mr. Bruce.

"Mentor," Jiang Shunan said, "You have guests, I will come back later."

"Why, are you going to leave just now?"

It is not the mentor who speaks, but the person sitting opposite the mentor with his back to himself.

Jiang Shunan frowned, and the man slowly turned the seat.

At first glance, it was a touch of red.

Sao Hong.

Sao Hong who wants to forget but can't forget.

"Little Gongju, long time no see."

"O... Owen!"

"Come on, I respect you."

In the evening, Owen took Jiang Shunan to a popular French family restaurant.

Jiang Shunan clinked glasses with him happily, the smile and surprise on his face couldn't stop: "Why didn't you notify me when you came?"

"Isn't this a surprise for you?"

Owen poured wine for himself, and his lazy face couldn't stop his joy: "How about it, I haven't seen you for a year, do you miss me?"

"Think, miss you to death."

"Do you miss me, or do you miss someone else?"

Owen raised his eyebrows and asked, Jiang Shunan's joyful expression dimmed a lot.

"He, is he okay?"

"ZooZuZu," Owen shook his head, "I thought you would ask him if he came."

"he came?!"

Jiang Shunan almost knocked over the cup and looked around, only to see Owen shaking his head even more speechlessly: "If you miss him so much, why don't you go back earlier? No matter how nice it is outside, can it be better than someone waiting for you at home?"

"I'm not going to take an exam... I can't leave."

"What about after the exam?"

Owen asked: "I heard that you can graduate after the exam next week. I just want to stay here for a week to do some errands. Do you want to go back with me?"

"I……"

Jiang Shunan choked up.

go back.

How could he not want to go back.

Every day and night, I would dream of Wei Jingrong.

He was lying on a snow-white hospital bed, wearing a respirator, no matter how much he yelled, there was no response.

Every night like this, every night I wake up in tears.

When he first came to Paris and the moment he landed, he regretted it and wished he could fly back immediately.

But, I held back again and again.

In order to avoid those sharp remarks, in order for Lan An to get back on track, in order not to cause trouble for him...

"Hey, the food is here, eat first, eat first, talk about things later."

The waiter brought a steaming black iron bowl, and the rich and attractive fragrance mixed with a hint of grass quickly attracted Jiang Shunan's attention.

The black iron bowl was placed on the table, and inside it was simply a roast chicken.The bottom of the bowl was still sizzling, and some tender green bean sprouts were sprinkled on it, which should be the source of the fragrance of the vegetation.

The waiter took two plates, and neatly cut the grilled chicken into pieces. The bean sprouts were scattered aside, and the oily sauce at the bottom of the bowl was poured on it. The aroma really made the index finger move.

"Come on, try it." Owen said, "Don't look at it as simple, the roast chicken in this store has captured the taste buds of many people."

Jiang Shunan didn't believe it. With a light swipe of the fork, the tender and juicy chicken was instantly separated into pieces.Put it in your mouth, it's like heaven.

The golden crispy skin is just right, and the meat is extremely tender. I can't find words to describe the taste for a while.

good to eat.

Indescribably delicious.

Soon another black iron bowl was served, still very simple, golden baked potato cakes.It is topped with finely chopped parsley, and the aroma after roasting is really intoxicating.

"Well, these two dishes are okay."

"Okay, pretty good."

Jiang Shunan swallowed a mouthful of food, his eyes glowed excitedly: "If it weren't for the taste, I really wouldn't think you came back to such a cheap shop."

"Cheap?" Owen frowned lightly, "Who told you it was cheap?"

Jiang Shunan was surprised: "This is not a family restaurant..."

"A family restaurant is cheap?" Owen smiled, "It seems that you haven't learned the essence this year."

Jiang Shunan couldn't believe it, shut up and ate the dishes in silence.Without taking two bites, all the surprises were completely forgotten, leaving only the word "delicious".

"How is this dish made?" Jiang Shun'an asked after he had finished eating, "I can't even taste what's in it, and the sauce, how did you make it?"

"Want to know?"

Jiang Shunan nodded, Owen called the waiter, and signaled for the chef in fluent French.

The waiter said that the chef is still busy and won't come until later.

Jiang Shunan thanked him and returned to the dishes.

The two chatted while eating, and the black iron bowl was done in twos and threes.

"Huh, I'm full."

"It's not over yet," Owen drank his red wine, "How can there be less dessert after the meal."

"Don't be so particular about it."

Jiang Shunan said so, but couldn't help swallowing: "We can just eat a little."

"It's already very casual. Could it be that we haven't seen each other for a year, and you asked me to treat you to a roadside stall?"

"What's wrong with roadside stalls?" Jiang Shunan didn't care. "There are a few roadside stalls that are delicious. I go there often. I'll bring you with me next time."

"Stains, free."

Owen smiled, and the waiter brought desserts for the two of them.

It's so familiar, I can't help laughing just by seeing it.

"Why did you order this?"

"do not like?"

Owen changed the fork, gently divided the small things on the plate into four, and placed them together with the fork in front of Jiang Shun'an.

"I thought you'd prefer to eat this."

"Of course I like it, but... I haven't eaten it for a long time."

On the plate was a vanilla tart.

A vanilla tart with a mix of flavors.

The same taste, the same taste, just a little more sour.

A hint of lemon zest.

"You order this to stimulate me on purpose." Jiang Shunan said after eating the vanilla tart.

"Is it useful? I thought you could eat it without changing your face or beating your heart."

"Stop mocking me."

Jiang Shunan smiled, finished the remaining red wine in the glass, and sighed slowly.

"Okay, it's just a meal, so there's no need to be so sad?"

Owen helped him refill the wine, and the waiter came over and said that the chef had finished his work and would come right away.

Jiang Shunan nodded and turned around to look.

He was dressed in a black and red chef uniform, so familiar as if he was in a dream.

Still tall figure, still familiar face, still nostalgic aura.

The visitor stood in front of Jiang Shun'an, a smile slowly appeared on his stern face: "Shun'an, long time no see."

"haven't seen you for a long time."

Jiang Shunan bit his lip, his throat choked.

"Wei...Mr. Wei."

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