Brilliant Michelin Reborn

"Huh~~~The old-fashioned opening words, really, nothing new."

Owen put down his wine glass and sighed softly: "Hey, what do you think?"

"It's okay, I think it's pretty good."

It was the first time for Jiang Shunan to participate in a global event, and he was extremely nervous.

The venue was full of seats, and the invited guests were all over the world, with people of all colors.Those who wear chef uniforms, suits, kimonos, and Arabic robes, all have the characteristics of all parts of the world.

Brilliant, but kind of boring.

The lengthy opening was all in French, and he didn't understand a single word.Sometimes the people on the stage said something, and the people in the audience laughed along with it, but I didn't understand what others were laughing for a long time.

If you laugh with them, you really don't think it's funny; if you don't laugh with them, you will appear to be out of group.

Laughing or not, no matter what, I look like an idiot, boring and boring.

However, the last moment when the whole audience toasted together was still spectacular, with cheers and cheers, everyone's face was full of pride and pride.There is really a sense of mission to fight for all mankind.

Dirty, this hat is on, awesome! ! !

"Okay, I already knew you couldn't sit still."

Owen snickered and poured wine into his glass: "Your eyes, only when the delicious food appears, have such a little brilliance, other times they are gray and white, capitalized boring."

Jiang Shunan rubbed the tip of his nose: "Listen to the scriptures all the time, do you think it's boring?"

"Heh, I understand but I'm still bored."

"Don't sit still if you're bored." Wei Jingrong got up first, and opened the chair for Jiang Shun'an, "Come on, let's get something to eat."

"it is good."

Jiang Shunan turned his head, and a certain idler who was popular was holding his wine glass, and there was no movement.

"You guys go first, I'll come right after I finish this cup."

The meals of the exchange meeting are in the form of self-service. The rectangular tables of about ten meters on both sides of the venue are filled with all kinds of bright and strange dishes, salads, soups, main courses, and desserts are arranged in order.

The two black and white chocolate fountains exude a seductive atmosphere. The champagne tower is not a monotonous style of multiplying by several, but interlaced on both sides and spirally intertwined diagonally upwards, creating an exquisite sense of balance.

The person who put up this tower may be more powerful than Owen.

I really want to meet that person in real life.

"Come on, try this, it should be rare in China."

On the small porcelain plate that Wei Jingrong handed over, there was a small piece of cake-like thing, snow-white in color, with a bit of oily yellow and blue-colored soup, and the small round piece on the top seemed to be root vegetables such as yams or radishes. , evenly scattered green chalk.

Is this... Chicken Gravy Noodles with Matcha?

Such a strange combination.

Jiang Shunan scratched the base of his ears, the smell was very weak, and the taste was also very weak, not very tasty.

'That's all it takes to taste bad, and there's no harm in trying it. '

Thinking, Jiang Shunan took a fork, cut two halves from the top, gently scooped up one side and put it in his mouth.

"how is the taste?"

"good to eat!!!"

Light in color, full of flavour.

The entrance is a mellow sweetness, smooth touch, the delicate meat fibers slowly melt in the mouth, the mouth-watering oil juice is slightly sour and fresh, the ambiguous fragrance, and the unique crispness of root vegetables , and a little bit of roasted taste.

The mixed taste is like a symphony played in the mouth, and every taste bud is silent in the wonderful enjoyment.

Refreshing taste, balanced flavor, concentrated to the ultimate essence.

Take another spoonful, and then, it's gone.

"Delicious, but unfortunately there are too few."

"and also."

Jiang Shunan glanced in the direction Wei Jingrong pointed, and sure enough there were still many.

"It is said that the content is based on the real thing. Why is there such a big gap between what you see and what you actually eat?"

Owen popped out of nowhere: "What do you think you're eating?"

"Noodles covered with chicken sauce." Jiang Shunan said truthfully.

"Pfft~~~hahaha!" Owen burst out laughing, "If your master hears this, he will have to make you into noodles covered in chicken sauce."

"This is what your master did?!"

"Well, it's my teacher's specialty."

Too bad, if I knew it earlier, I wouldn't have said such embarrassing things.

Jiang Shunan really wanted to slap himself a few times, but Wei Jingrong didn't mind too much: "Now you know what this is?"

"I know," Jiang Shunan lowered his eyes listlessly, "This white one is crab meat. It is mixed with vanilla, lemon juice, fresh cream, and rosemary is specially soaked in oil and vinegar sauce. The crispy taste is windproof. However, What's that green powder? It doesn't look like matcha."

As soon as this remark came out, Owen burst out laughing again.

"Matcha? Do you think it's matcha? Hahaha!!!"

Jiang Shunan was angry and ashamed: "Laugh at your big-headed ghost!"

"It's seaweed."

After tasting it, Wei Jingrong said: "Fresh seaweed that has been simply washed, is baked at high temperature and ground directly into powder. Teacher, he improved the method, and I didn't expect such an effect."

"I said why it smells like baking."

"You are already very good," Wei Jingrong smiled, "You can taste so many flavors in a few months, it is worthy of praise."

Even though he said that, Jiang Shunan didn't feel happy at all.

Wrong place, really wrong too outrageous.

"Hey, over there."

Owen touched Wei Jingrong and whispered.

In that direction, a foreigner with a pot belly and a chef uniform was being interviewed.

Jiang Shunan looked at the man. He was about 50 years old, tall, with a Mediterranean hairstyle, and his forehead was shiny. He was serious and difficult to get along with.

"Who is that person?" Jiang Shun'an asked.

"It's my teacher."

Owen interjected: "It's the chef who makes chicken sauce noodles."

"It's enough."

Just as he was talking, the interview ended. Wei Jingrong put down his plate and was about to step forward: "Let's go say hello, you..."

"I'm here." Jiang Shunan blurted out, "I'm waiting for you here."

"Well, I'll be right back."

Jiang Shunan nodded like pounding garlic.

In fact, he should have followed, but when he thought of noodles covered in chicken sauce... no, it was sea breeze crab meat, he felt ashamed.

People who lose their own, also lose Wei Jingrong's people.

So, it's better to stay honest.

After getting rid of the crab meat in the small porcelain plate, Jiang Shunan began to look for new targets.

Every dish on the table is delicate and charming, there are too many choices, and I am at a loss.

"Which one should I choose?"

"Mr. Jiang, do you remember me?"

"Mr. Bruce!"

Jiang Shunan had just put a piece of beef in his mouth, and swallowed it before he had time to chew it.

"Hehe, eat slowly, don't be so anxious."

"No, don't worry," Jiang Shunan hammered his chest twice and coughed lightly, "I didn't expect you to come too."

Mr. Bruce supported the mirror frame, his brows suddenly frowned: "Can't I come?"

"No, I don't mean that."

"Relax," Mr. Bruce turned to smile, "Just Kidding!"

"Heh...hehe..."

Jiang Shunan laughed dryly.

It is estimated that only Mr. Bruce finds it funny.

"Mr.jiang, I offer you a toast, congratulations to Lan An for getting the second star. Cheers!"

"Cheers!"

The two clinked glasses, and Jiang Shunan could feel that Mr. Bruce was sincerely congratulating him.

It's just that he still doesn't understand what happened last time.

What Lan An discovered, Mr. Bruce clearly knows, why Lan An can still...

"Mr. Bruce, can I ask you a question?"

"Wo, Letmeguess," Mr. Bruce rolled his small eyes, "you want to ask why you got such a title, right?"

"Well, that meal should have left a bad impression on you."

"No, you are wrong on this point," Mr. Bruce said, "Actually, you can get two stars thanks to that incident."

Jiang Shunan was puzzled.

"Are you thinking of the phrase The customer is always right?"

"The standard of the service industry is that the customer is God."

"Hehe, this is wrong."

Jiang Shunan was even more puzzled: "Wrong, what's wrong with this?"

"Here." Mr. Bruce pointed to the position of the temple, "There is something wrong here."

"I, I don't understand what you mean."

Mr. Bruce took Jiang Shunan's hand and sat on a chair beside him: "My child, the 'real God' will not make trouble for no reason."

"I," Jiang Shunan lowered his head, "I still don't quite understand."

Mr. Bruce smiled gently: "Son, let me ask you, what do you think it feels like to serve others?"

"It's kind of, um, the feeling of being needed?"

Mr. Bruce nodded: "How does it feel to be yelled at rudely by others?"

"It's very annoying," Jiang Shunan thought for a while, but still said bluntly, "It's very angry, and sometimes I really want to throw the plate and leave."

"That's right!"

Mr. Bruce said: "What we experience should be a feeling of being needed by others, not anger and anger. We are all human beings and we are all equal. If he is making trouble, we don't need to be polite to him."

"But, things like quarreling with customers..."

"Sowhat?" Mr. Bruce was very excited, "There are so many customers in the restaurant every day, and the customers have different beliefs, habits, and personalities, but respect is mutual. Respecting customers does not mean that they can belittle the people who serve them. We provide service, not dignity."

"Mr. Bruce."

The old man smiled and thought softly like his mother: "The second star, we inspect not only the food, service and wine, but also the attitude and style of the restaurant. The dignity you show represents what this industry should have. Literacy. Therefore, this star is what you deserve.”

"Well," Jiang Shunan nodded heavily, "Mr. Bruce, thank you very much."

"Noneedtothank, as I said, Mr. Wei will definitely be proud of you."

"Yes," Jiang Shunan turned his head and looked at Wei Jingrong, who was still prominent in the crowd, "I am also very proud to follow him."

"Excuseme, excuse me. Mr. Bruce, are you?"

Mr. Bruce looked at the person and stood up with a smile: "Wo, nice to meet you! You are here too."

"Hehe," the visitor smiled, "How can I miss such a grand event?"

The visitor has the face and facial features of an Asian, and with standard Chinese, he should also be a Chinese.

He is quite handsome, with a tall and straight figure, and the beige suit is not so serious, but he has a delicate square frame on the bridge of his nose, and he can tell that he has a strong heart.

Intuitively, Jiang Shunan didn't have much affection for this person, but he still extended his hand with a smile.

"Hello."

"Hello."

The visitor curled his lips and said, "Mr. Jiang Shunan, right? I've heard of you for a long time."

"Thank you."

Does he know me?

Jiang Shunan was a little more alert: "I haven't asked for advice yet."

"Excuse me, we are colleagues."

The visitor smiled slightly: "I, Qian Yunsheng."

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