With the arrival of Watanabe Murichi, not only Tang Jingling sensed a business opportunity. Wang Song also felt that this person came at the right time.
The Beijing Food Association has had very little human rights in the past two years. As restaurants bloom, fewer and fewer people are willing to join the Food Association.
Wang Song was used to living a life where the stars were shining over the moon, but now everything was different.
By chance, someone sent him a letter saying that Master Watanabe from the Neon Country was coming, and asked him to receive him well and try his best to meet his requirements.
Who is Murichi Watanabe? He is a famous refreshment master in Neon Country. I heard that he will soon be the inheritor of intangible cultural heritage.
At this time, after the Western Food Competition, Wang Song was worried that he would not have a chance to show his face, but here he is. He welcomed Watanabe to the head seat, nodded and bowed: "Mr. Watanabe, were you satisfied with your stay in the hotel?"
He could clearly find out Watanabe's preferences, and a good show was arranged for him last night. He smiled lewdly.
"Very good, thank you for Wang Song's hospitality." Watanabe Cunyi stayed in China for a long time in his early years and spoke Chinese quite well. He showed a kind smile that an old man should have and praised Wang Song very much.
He took a sip of tea and asked him: "Xiao Hezi said that he admired a Chinese chef, but he was defeated in a competition with her. I wonder if Wang Sang knows who this person is?"
"This..." Wang Song rolled his eyes again and again and said, "Do you know if you know? I don't know if you..."
The smile on Watanabe Muraichi's lips deepened: "Although this child, Xiaowako, is young, she is the heir to my legacy. I know her skills well, and I am very curious about the person who can defeat her." It's just this.
The smile did not reach his eyes, and he continued, "As a person like me, when I meet someone with superb skills, my hands will inevitably feel a little itchy. I have to trouble Wang Sang..."
The rest is self-evident.
"I understand, I understand! Don't worry, I will arrange it!" Wang Song smiled obsequiously and agreed repeatedly.
So, while Yu Jianping took Yu Jian to find the pastry chef, an uninvited guest came to the Yu family restaurant.
"Where's your boss?" Wang Song strode to the hall and sat down. He picked up the menu on the table and looked at it. He curled his lips. They were not all ordinary dishes. What were some of them unusual?
Being supported by such people.
Zhou Xiaoyan was taking a nap at the front desk with her head propped up. When he was so noisy, she frowned in displeasure, glanced at it, yawned again and walked slowly over: "Hello, it's non-business hours now -"
Isn't this person from the Food Association? Zhou Xiaoyan saw him on TV. At that time, his repeated remarks aroused the dissatisfaction of many people. In addition, in the end, he didn't even eat a bite of the food cooked by the little boss. But she
This person remembers it so well that he wishes he could be a little person and prick it with needles.
Nothing good will happen at this time.
"I'm looking for your boss, that little girl. Is she there?" Seeing that she was a pretty girl, Wang Song also softened his tone and continued to ask.
"I'm sorry, our little boss is studying at Beijing University, and we only come here on weekends." Zhou Xiaoyan emphasized the words "Beijing University". She wanted to find their little boss when she came up.
Is it so easy to see? That is our treasure!
"I am the president of the Food Association," Wang Song took out a business card from his pocket, "Please help me tell your little boss that I have something important to tell her and ask her to call me."
With that said, he stood up and prepared to leave. When he got to the door, he turned around and saw Zhou Xiaoyan studying his gold-gilded business card. He grinned, pointed at the menu on the table and said, "Let me make a suggestion, the menu should be beautifully made."
Some." Don't just get a piece of cardboard and stuff it inside, just like when you couldn't afford high-end goods in the 1970s and 1980s.
Zhou Xiaoyan was stunned for a moment, and after a long time she came to her senses. She was so angry that she threw the business card in her hand on the table, and said angrily: "What the hell? You don't need him to point fingers!"
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The car drove outside the Sixth Ring Road, followed the flat road and then turned into a country road. The road was muddy and gravelly, and the tires kept bumping against each other.
Yu Jianping was very used to walking on this road, but Yu Jian looked bad. He slowed down and said apologetically: "This is some distance from the city, and we are almost to the border of He Province. The road is not easy to walk, so I drive slowly."
some."
Yu Jian nodded with a white face and looked out the window. Fields of farmland had gone through the autumn harvest, and the plowed soil was piled on top of each other haphazardly, giving it a somewhat desolate air.
After walking forward for another twenty minutes, Yu Jianping stopped in front of a scrap collection station. Yu Jian looked around and saw scattered plastic bottles and snakeskin bags piled in front of the door, as well as some discarded car tires.
of.
A fat and healthy big yellow dog was lying on a chain in front of the door, basking in the sun, wagging its tail lazily a few times.
"We're here." Yu Jianping got out of the car first and took out the fruits he bought from the trunk. As soon as the big yellow dog looked at the strangers, he immediately raised his head alertly and looked at them with a fierce look, whimpering in his mouth, as if
He will pounce in the next second.
"Big yellow?" Yu Jianping looked at the big yellow dog for a long time and barked hesitantly from a meter away.
"Huh?" The big yellow dog looked at him in a humane way, his eyes full of confusion. After a moment, he probably remembered who he was, and he got up from the ground and stood there wagging his tail.
At this time, Yu Jianping didn't even take the gift in his hand. He stepped forward and hugged the dog's head and expressed his heartfelt feelings: "Oh, Dahuang, we haven't seen each other for ten years, right? Are you still alive? Why are you so fat?"
?You were so skinny and small when you were a child, I thought I couldn’t feed you..."
Yu Jian looked at the person and the dog communicating in different languages, and her eyes filled with tears. She looked up at the blue sky, wow, there are white clouds in the sky.
The shape of the cloud is like a dog's head——
There was a loud clattering sound in the scrap collection station, and a strong voice came from inside: "Dahuang, what are you doing again?"
After a while, an old man wearing a black jacket rushed out. The two of them were stunned and stopped in their tracks.
He took another small step back.
"Brother Wu?" Yu Jianping cried out, "Why are you different from before?!"
It looked like I had seen something incredible...
Wu Guoliang recognized him for a long time, and then asked in a low voice: "Yu Jianping?" As if the loud voice just now was an illusion, he murmured to himself, "How come we haven't seen him for more than ten years, but he looks older than me?"
Then he said to him: "Are you Yu Jianping?"
"It's me! Do you remember the two of us were in the bridge cave together before..." Ba La Ba La started pouring beans and reminiscing about the past.
"Stop, stop!" Wu Guoliang suppressed his desire to continue, looked at Yu Jian behind him, and said puzzledly, "That's your daughter in the back? Didn't you say you would never get married in this life?"
We promised to work together to create the pinnacle of culinary skills, why did you give up on your vows alone?
Thinking of this, Wu Guoliang's eyes changed when he looked at Yu Jianping...