Brilliant Michelin Reborn

"Time flies so fast."

At night, on the plane, Jiang Shunan leaned on the soft seat, soft music came from the earphones, quiet and relaxed.

The four days before and after the trip to Paris really seemed a bit rushed.

However, it is also reasonable.

Paris and his party, all three of them came out.There is no person in charge of the management of the two Michelin restaurants, and I always feel uneasy staying outside.

Especially after communicating with so many colleagues, especially after meeting Qian Yunsheng.

Although both Blue Shore and Starmissing are Michelin two-star restaurants, in terms of the general environment, the next stage of development is actually not optimistic.

Michelin's scoring system was created in France, after all, it caters to the aesthetic and dietary needs of foreigners.

Compared with domestic food culture, the difference is difficult to ignore.

Ingredients, habits, eating methods, cooking techniques, behavioral literacy, consumption concepts.

Each of these differences affects the way restaurants are run.

The self-sufficient restaurant business model like Chef Spencer is more common in France, but not in China.

Harsh conditions and the patience of full manual management will make the cost of the restaurant skyrocket, but the high consumption level of Michelin is not so popular that everyone can accept it.

Even if Blue Bank and starmissing rely on the name of Michelin to forcibly learn that model, the high consumption level will inevitably affect the customer's dining experience, which is really not suitable.

It seems that it is still necessary to find a suitable development method and guard against Qian Yunsheng.

At the exchange meeting, Wei Jingrong and him had completely torn skins, and they still don't know what will happen in the future.

"Hey……"

Jiang Shunan sighed and looked out the window.

The plane was flying in the dark night sky, and below the fuselage were faint, broken and floating clouds.There is not much light outside the window, and the fineness on the ground is also difficult to distinguish. Only a few light sources can be seen sporadically, silent and desolate.

It's very late.

The lights in the cabin were dimmed, and many passengers fell asleep. They could hear slight snoring while wearing headphones, which was a bit disturbing, but not unbearable.

There was nothing to see outside the window, Jiang Shunan looked at the glass of the window, which reflected his own appearance and that of Wei Jingrong.

Wei Jingrong also fell asleep.

He was wearing that dark blue long windbreaker, with his eyes closed, leaning quietly on the seat, his chest rising and falling regularly.The dim light hit his side face, outlining his outline.

Handsome, but lacking a bit of domineering vigor.

Jiang Shunan didn't notice why he fell asleep, it seemed that Wei Jingrong had already fallen into a deep sleep just as soon as he turned his head.

"Excuseme, sir. Doyouneedablanket?"

The stewardess asked in a low voice, Jiang Shun'an took off the earphones, and gestured with two fingers.

"Two blankets, please."

Taking the blanket handed over by the stewardess, Jiang Shunan opened one, gently covered Wei Jingrong, and then covered himself with another.

Apart from snoring, there were no other loud sounds in the cabin.

The long journey has just begun, and it is night again, which is perfect for sleeping.

But Jiang Shunan didn't have the slightest feeling of wanting to fall asleep, and there were no good movies on his phone, and he wasn't in the mood to read any more materials.

After looking around boredly for a while, my attention unconsciously returned to Wei Jingrong.

After thinking about it for a while, he probed around and took out his mobile phone to quickly take a picture of Wei Jingrong, admiring it carefully.

Speaking of which, I seem to have never observed Wei Jingrong at such a close distance, nor observed Wei Jingrong after he fell asleep.

No matter what time, Wei Jingrong is a tall and strong existence in front of him, as if standing forever, like a stone sculpture.

But now, the man in front of him doesn't seem to be what he thought.

Wei Jingrong's eye sockets were dark and slightly swollen. There were fine lines at the corners of his eyes that looked like knife marks, and there were many silver strands in his black hair.The stubble has grown a bit, and it looks a bit messy, and the cheeks are a lot thinner, there is no flesh, it feels like there is only a layer of skin left.

The more Jiang Shunan looked at it, the more he felt that Wei Jingrong was haggard.

Or, Wei Jingrong has always been haggard, but he just noticed it.

Like, what Mr. Bruce told himself.

"What, you said Mr. Wei has a stomach problem?"

Mr. Bruce drank the red wine, cut the red sausage brought by Chef Spencer and put it in his mouth: "Don't you know?"

"I don't know," Jiang Shunan said, "He never said that."

Mr. Bruce nodded, then shook his head again.

Jiang Shunan was confused and asked, "Mr. Bruce, what do you mean?"

Mr. Bruce sighed: "Mr. Wei really learned everything from that old man, even his personality is the same."

"Are you referring to the character who keeps things secret?"

"Well," Mr. Bruce sat on the wicker chair in the courtyard, his face darkened a lot, "People like them put all their minds on it.

At work, I really don't care about anything when I work. "

If he could take care of it, Wei Jingrong wouldn't pass out at home trying to research new dishes.

"Sometimes, I really can't figure it out. It's just for a name. Is it worth fighting so hard? But whenever I eat the dishes they cook, I will indeed hibernate under their cooking skills and dormant in this food. Under honor. Oh, what a pity, what a pity."

Jiang Shunan took a sip of the red wine in the glass, with a sad face: "I don't understand very well."

"Hehe, child, you are too young."

Mr. Bruce smiled, picked up a knife and cut a piece of red sausage, cut a small piece of bread, smeared some cheese on it and ate slowly.

"When people get old, they see things differently. At my age, they are half buried in the ground, and everything is not important anymore. Money, status, and reputation are just floating clouds. I just want to Just enjoy it quietly."

"That's what everyone thinks."

"Who can see it?"

"If you can do this, you don't necessarily think so; if you can think this way, you don't necessarily do it. For example, Mr.wei."

Mr. Bruce said: "I don't know what he is after, but I can understand that he is very tired, he is very reluctant, but the burden on his shoulders cannot be let go, at least not for now."

"How do you know?" Jiang Shun'an asked.

"I tasted it from his dishes."

Mr. Bruce pulled up his chair and leaned against Jiang Shunan: "Mr. Wei's starmissing, you should have been there too."

"kindness."

"The standard of that store is very high, the service industry is good, and the selection of wine storage is also very good. It can be said that it has reached the level of Michelin three stars."

Jiang Shunan couldn't help interrupting: "Then why didn't you get three stars?"

"Because there is something wrong with his food."

"What's the problem?!" Jiang Shunan was anxious, "Is there something wrong with his dishes? Or the taste is not right?"

"Oh! It seems that I expressed the meaning wrongly."

Mr. Bruce panicked for a moment, and hurriedly explained: "I'm not saying that his dishes are not good. His dishes are delicious, and he is very careful from the selection of ingredients to the arrangement of the dishes. However, his dishes are lifeless and dead .”

"dead?"

Mr. Bruce nodded: "You also know that my job is just to eat, drink, and go out for fun. I have been to Mr. Wei's store many times, and I got one star and two stars by watching him. It's a pity After that, I couldn't see his innovation and investment in the dishes, it was as if his mind dried up."

"Are you saying that his dishes are too rigid and not rich enough?"

"It's not the dishes, it's the style."

Mr. Bruce supported the frame of the mirror, and slowly drank the wine: "The dishes he presented are too similar, lacking in innovation, and easy to get bored. Even if the menu changes every day, that kind of trick is nothing more than a trick. It doesn't make any sense to an insider. So, the third star, he won't pass on my side."

Jiang Shun'an really didn't think about this.

He only felt that if the restaurant could maintain its current appearance, as long as he worked a little harder, maybe...

Now it seems that there is still a long way to go.

quite far.

"Is there any way?"

Jiang Shunan asked eagerly: "Mr. Bruce, is there anything you can do to help him?"

"Oh... no."

Mr. Bruce sighed for a long time: "Mr. Jiang, you know, if I can help him, I will definitely help him. Although, I have trouble with that old man, but he is a talented young man, and I don't want his limit It's gone here."

"How could this be?"

"The style of a restaurant is the style of the chef. Now that the style of the chef is dead, sooner or later the restaurant will close."

Jiang Shunan looked at the wine glass in a daze, his brain was empty and pale.

That's it for that.

Did Wei Jingrong's painstaking efforts really come to an end here?

"I can't help him, but I know someone who can."

"Who?"

Jiang Shunan grabbed the old man's hands: "Who can help him? Is Chef Spencer? Will his teacher help him?"

"No. No one else can help him."

Mr. Bruce shook his head and looked directly at Jiang Shun'an: "It's you."

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