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As soon as this competition question came out, the kitchen fell into a tense atmosphere.Especially Wei Guoen, he felt as if he was on fire, as if he was the one who was being served the dish, which was about to be put on the chopping board and put in the frying pan.And even if he chopped himself up and fried him, as long as he could win against You Liangchen, he would die well.He felt that it was impossible to lose to You Liangchen—but who knew?Yu Liangchen's unhurried appearance is quite bluffing. Could it be that he has hidden some nirvana?

Oji is meticulous, but he is actually a kind person. Seeing that Wei Guoen's nerves are too tense, he will comfort him and let him relax.Seeing that You Liangchen didn't do anything, he would think of a way to inspire him.He became their actual teacher. When Wei Guoen said he was going to make lobster soup, he taught him the most effective way to remove the lobster meat, and told him all the versions of lobster soup he knew for reference.

He also told Yu Liangchen that although the guest is French, he likes China very much. You Liangchen can try to cook a dish with a strong Beijing flavor.He saw clearly that You Liangchen had no technical advantages, and he might be able to win by surprise with creativity.

As for Huo Zian, he stood by and watched from the beginning to the end.When he asked this question, he knew that You Liangchen would lose.In the past few days, Wei Guoen pestered him to ask questions, and asked Zi'an to give him advice, but when Zi'an was dealing with him, he couldn't help but secretly glance at You Liangchen.

You Liangchen still had that virtue, without any sense of urgency.Zian couldn't restrain himself from wanting to help him—as long as You Liangchen came over and asked him, even if he didn't speak, and frowned in front of him, he would...he would...

What will happen to him?No matter how much he helps him, he can't win, and he shouldn't help him.He has his own working principles, and selecting good chefs is the foundation of his restaurant's survival.He cannot take sides.

If you don't show favoritism, You Liangchen will have no chance at all.In the past few days, Huo Zi'an's face was cold, and his mood became more and more unhappy.

The person he wants to entertain is a Frenchman who has been in China for more than ten years. He has opened restaurants and bars in several cities, worked as a consultant for large chain stores, organized the largest gourmet market in Beijing, published books, and smuggled He has eaten wagyu beef, slept with all the female cooks he knows, and is a well-known bastard in the restaurant circle.Although his businesses all ended in bankruptcy and his love affairs all ended in being dumped, but in the industry, he is familiar with everything, and everyone is willing to listen to him.

Everyone called him "Lao Bao" instead of his original French name.Huo Zian is an old friend of him, they met in Paris, and when they returned to Shanghai, it was Lao Bao who took him to learn about the secrets and secrets of local restaurants, but he, a Chinese, didn't know as much as Lao Bao.

He knew that Lao Bao had come to Beijing recently, so he wanted to ask him to lead the way.

At one o'clock in the afternoon, Old Bao swaggered in.The first thing he said when he came in was: "Zian, you are dead."

Huo Zian frowned: "Do you understand the ways of the world? When a new store opens, you say unlucky words as soon as you come?"

He welcomed Lao Bao to his seat, and red wine had already been placed on it.Lao Bao looked around, and finally put his eyes on Zian's face: "However, I knew that one day you would die like this."

His Chinese is very idiomatic, and there is a problem, where he can speak Chinese, he can't speak French or English to death. Sometimes Zi'an wonders if he has forgotten his mother tongue.

Huo Zian waited for him to look around, then poured him red wine, "What do you think of my shop?"

"Die!"

Huo Zian: "Speak well, or I won't cook for you."

Old Bao loved Huo Zian's craftsmanship very much, and he came to see him just to make money, so he immediately changed his words: "So I'm here to save you, with my help, I can save you a lot of money."

Huo Zian sneered: "Just wait."

He goes back into the kitchen.Oji has already done the preparatory work, Wei Guoen is fighting the lobster, and Yu Liangchen has long since disappeared.

It was already noon, and You Liangchen didn't show up, nor did he call.Huo Zi'an turned on his cell phone and turned it off.

Huo Zian intends to forget You Liangchen, as if this world has not had this person since the beginning of the world.He was completely discouraged, even if You Liangchen lost - this is the inevitable end, he will make excuses for him, and then secretly think of a way to keep him.He has already convinced himself that if there are four people in the kitchen, there should be only four people, and You Liangchen can just do nothing, just treat him like an onion.Every kitchen can always accommodate a green onion.

He knew that the competition he proposed was boring enough, and it was more or less for anger with You Liangchen.Moreover, he knew that this kind of anger was unreasonable.Because no matter how much he wanted to keep Yu Liangchen, Yu Liangchen would not take an extra step for this.

He doesn't even bother going to the battlefield!

Punch in cotton.Huo Zian didn't understand the reason for his ups and downs, but he was sure of one thing at least, Yu Liangchen really didn't care, he could just leave without saying a word.

Huo Zian made several main dishes into small portions and put them on a large platter.Some of these are Lao Bao's favorite food, and some are developed by him recently. I want to hear Lao Bao's opinion.

Lao Bao became excited after not drinking much. "Huo Zian, you are such an amazing chef. Seriously, your technique is precise and imaginative. Every time you eat it, you are familiar with it, and every time you eat it, you feel different—this is the standard of a good chef, giving people stability. It gives people the feeling of adventure, like jumping off a cliff, you know that someone will support you when you fall, but you just don’t know when that person will shoot at a few meters. The taste is delicate, the aftertaste is long, and the taste is fresh... It's all bullshit, what idiot would spend 1000 yuan on a meal just for the taste?"

Huo Zian clinked a glass with him, and said with a smile, "Don't flatter me," his face became serious, "You know, you can't survive with good craftsmanship. I'm not just a chef now, things to consider a lot of."

Lao Bao curled his lips, "What are you afraid of? Li Xiaonan scolded you everywhere, saying that you would definitely not be able to survive in Beijing. If you want to go back, he will deduct your year-end bonus and teach you a lesson. Like a bitter woman. But he Doesn't it mean that I am waiting for you to go back anytime?"

"I can't go back."

"Have you been cursed?" Old Bao smiled.

Huo Zian sighed: "Yes, I was cursed." In his mind, You Liangchen was wearing a mask, wandering in the alleys, "I don't understand Beijingers, the more I don't understand, the more I want to get closer. Cast a spell."

Lao Bao saw him looking depressed, "Don't act like a broken relationship, the store hasn't opened yet."

Zian cheered up a little, "That's right, it hasn't started driving yet, maybe it will be smooth when it starts driving."

"I mean, hurry up and drive it before it's started."

"Damn, do you have a good word!" Zi'an laughed, "—but, you speak Beijing quite well."

"That is, I have been in Beijing for a long time, longer than I have been in Shanghai. So I know, Beijing is hard to die, there are too many people in charge, what do they say, um, there are too many 'mother-in-laws' , pick and choose, and change faces at any time. Once the policy is changed, a large number of restaurants will die, and then a large number will die. After finally getting it done, the inside will give you trouble. You can’t even agree with one Can’t you hire the waiters? Everyone in the north is a master, who knows how to serve others? If you want those who are willing to serve others, you put yourself very low, just like serving the leaders and parents; Beijingers say , no style, no bones, no face, I have eaten in restaurants in Beijing for so many years, and I haven’t met anyone who really looks like a high-end restaurant waiter—hey, don’t laugh—”

Zi'an knew that he was excited by drinking, so he spit out all the grievances of these years, which naturally contained exaggerated elements.He poured Lao Bao another drink, letting him vent to his heart's content. "Don't worry about me, just keep spraying."

Lao Bao lifted his breath and gesticulated, but he was at a loss for words, "Damn it, I can't go on."

At this time, Wei Guoen brought over the lobster soup tremblingly.He was not trained, and he was a little flustered. When he poured the soup out of the pot, he felt that there was less soup at first, and then poured so much that it overflowed the deep porcelain plate.He panicked and thought: This is the end of the game.

But Lao Bao didn't even look at him, he took a sip from the edge of the plate, and then wiped his mouth with a napkin.

Zian: "How is it? My new chef has not studied for a long time, but he is very talented. This is his first time cooking for guests."

Lao Bao raised his eyebrows, and said indifferently, "I did the same as you."

While waiting for Lao Bao's evaluation, Wei Guoen's heart almost jumped out.Oji taught him many kinds of lobster soup, and he chose the version created by Huo Zian without hesitation.Hearing Lao Bao say this, Wei Guoen was puzzled: This is a good word—the apprentice is doing the same as the master, isn't that just a compliment?But looking at Lao Bao's appearance, he was cold and indifferent.What's more, after he licked it like a kitten, he didn't touch the bowl of soup again, and he didn't even pick up the spoon.

He had been standing like a stake, and Lao Bao felt uncomfortable. He looked at him and said, "Thank you for the soup. Do you want to sit down and eat together?"

Wei Guoen quickly waved his hand, "No, no. I... just want to ask, do you like this soup?"

Lao Bao smiled: "I like what Zian did, but I don't like what you did."

Wei Guoen's hands and feet are cold - what does this mean?Old Bao continued: "Zian has already made this taste, what's the point of you making it exactly the same, unless he is dead and I miss him so much, I will come to drink yours—"

"Fuck you," Zi'an scolded with a smile, "How many times have you cursed me this day?" Zi'an knew that Wei Guoen had a strong self-esteem and didn't want Lao Bao to continue hurting him, so he excused him and said, "He just entered the kitchen not long ago, and he can make it. That’s not bad. Children learn to write, don’t they all start from tracing.”

Lao Bao disdains: "Chinese children are like that, French children don't like to follow others' strokes."

Zian mocked: "French, I hope you have a child soon, let him run around and scribble every day, let me see how you cultivate a Matisse."

Lao Bao's face froze, and he let go of the hand holding the wine glass.

Zi'an was very surprised. Old Bao was invulnerable all over his body, how could these words hurt him?

Lao Bao looked at Huo Zian very solemnly, "I'll tell you one thing, Zian, I came to Beijing to see my child."

Huo Zian almost spit out with a sip of wine, "Do you have a child?"

"Well, Chinese kid."

Huo Zian knew it was unkind, but he still couldn't help laughing: "Congratulations, when is the full moon?"

"He's ten years old."

Huo Zian choked again, "I didn't hear you say that? I didn't hear anyone else. Ah, no one knows you have a child." He imagined what Lao Bao looked like ten years ago, with a dreadlock, Wearing round tortoiseshell glasses and knickerbockers, he looks like an old man from the Qing Dynasty who went to India to become a hippie—and then he became a father?

"Nobody knows. I don't know either . . . I mean, I know, but I forgot."

Huo Zian cursed, "You're really good."

Old Bao sighed rarely. "When the baby was born, my girlfriend notified me once, and then disappeared. Last week, she called me and said that the baby is going to middle school, what is the sharding, the point, I don't understand, In short, it tells me to find a way to get my child into a fucking prestigious school."

Huo Zian looked at him, "Well, you should also take a little responsibility as a father, and you can help with this matter."

Old Bao shrugged, "That's not the important thing. I haven't seen the child for ten years. Now... I dare not see him."

Huo Zian thought of his father, and was a little angry at Lao Bao's cowardice and unreliability, and sneered: "You dare not see him, maybe he doesn't want to see you yet."

Lao Bao was discouraged: "Yes."

Huo Zian shook his head, and casually put a piece of suckling pork into his mouth.No taste at all.