Before returning to China, Mike invited Liang Fei to dine at a three-Michelin-starred restaurant, presumably to say goodbye to Liang Fei and to give him a taste of high-end Australian cuisine.
Liang Fei had no reason to refuse. He had long known that Australian food was world-famous, and this time it was a three-star Michelin restaurant, so it was not in vain for him to come to Australia.
Entering the restaurant, the design and decoration inside can only be described in two words, art!
Seeing the waiter's elegant behavior, generous and flawless, Liang Fei couldn't help but feel nervous.
Then, Liang Fei raised the menu and realized that what he was looking at was not a menu, but a heavenly book.
Fortunately, he could still read the Arabic numerals inside.
He doesn't care about the price. He has long known that restaurants that can be rated as Michelin stars, whether it is one star or two stars, can sell a fried rice for a sky-high price, not to mention that he is now in a top three-star restaurant.
And the most important thing is that this meal is hosted by Mike.
"Mike, please order it for me. I don't understand this recipe at all."
"Okay, I'll order you my favorite for the main dish, the Australian Wagyu steak. For the rest, I'll just order a few things."
Appetizers were eaten, a small glass of Margaux was served, and a salad was served.
Although the main course hadn't been served yet, Liang Fei already felt like he was in heaven. The first few dishes were the most delicious dishes he had ever tasted.
Liang Fei was intoxicated and sighed, praising Mike's arrangements this time for being very good.
However, when the main course was served, Liang Fei was dumbfounded on the spot.
Originally, he planned to ask the waiter what the steak was about, but he did not do so because language was always a barrier.
So he faced Mike, pointed to the main course on the table and said: "Mr. Mike, tell me, do I want to eat steak or beef sashimi? Not to mention frying, there is not even a drop of oil. Look,
It’s cold!”
Mike did not make fun of the other person, but said calmly: "Look, my one is not the same. It's okay, this stuff has no bacteria, it's very fresh, and it's sold in limited quantities every day."
This is Australian wagyu, which is comparable to Japanese wagyu. No oil, no frying, no roasting, original flavor!"
There was no other way, the food was served, and Mike kept saying the same thing. If he didn't eat it, he would be laughed at by the foreigners around him.
As the saying goes, you can't lose anything, and even if you are embarrassed, you can't throw it abroad. You have to bite the bullet and take this bite that is related to the face of the entire Chinese nation!
Liang Fei picked up the knife and fork, feeling uneasy, and cut the beef as carefully as a surgeon operating on a patient.
Put the steel fork down, put a small piece of raw beef into your mouth, chew it carefully...
I tried it, and it felt like it melted in my mouth. There was no trace of greasiness in the meat. It didn’t stick to my teeth when I bit it. The meat was so tender that it was no different from home-raised fish!
Liang Fei's mouth suddenly became filled with saliva. When he swallowed the beef, the saliva flowed down his esophagus into his stomach, and he almost choked on the saliva.
Mike noticed the change in Liang Fei's expression and asked: "How is it? Does it taste okay?"
“Not only is it okay, it’s ridiculously delicious!”
Liang Fei forcibly suppressed the excitement in his heart. The gentleman Fan has maintained his attitude from the moment he entered the door to now. He must not make any mistakes because of a piece of beef at this time: "This is called Australian Wagyu, right? Remember it!"
"I heard that your country also imports this kind of beef, but the price is too high and it has not been widely promoted."
Mike also ate with gusto and took a sip of red wine from time to time.
Liang Fei stopped his knife and fork this time and asked with a smile: "Then do you know where to find the young Australian Wagyu beef?"
"Niu Miao?" Mike didn't understand and looked at Liang Fei in shock.
"Yes, I already have the idea of breeding this kind of Wagyu. If you can get a few young cattle for me, that would be great." Liang Fei said with a smile.
"Don't be ridiculous. Australian Wagyu cattle are bred from Japanese Wagyu breeds. It's difficult to get seedlings. Even if you do, you may not be able to raise them well. They're not accustomed to the climate."
Liang Fei squeezed out a confident smile from the corner of his mouth and said: "As long as I can get it, there is nothing I can't raise. Otherwise, I can just import a few Japanese Wagyu cattle."
"What? Make do?"
Mike’s eyes widened, “Don’t tease me, the Japanese government will not allow its own Wagyu breeds to be exported. Those Australian Wagyu cattle were only bred several years ago. Otherwise, if you want to eat the best Wagyu beef now,
It has to be found in Japan."
Liang Fei had no interest in the so-called top-quality Wagyu from Japan. However, now that he had learned that Australia had Wagyu that was comparable to Wagyu, Liang Fei even had the idea of bringing some seedlings back to raise.
He knew that Mike had good relations with all walks of life in Australia. In Mike's network, there would naturally be Wagyu breeders, so he shamelessly asked Mike to contact one for him.
Mike was so pestered by him that he had no choice but to roll his eyes and agreed to help him contact the ranch. However, he kept insisting that this matter was difficult to handle, so Liang Fei had to stay in Australia for a few days to wait for news from him.
Having personally tasted the deliciousness of Wagyu beef, Liang Fei was willing to wait not to mention a few days, but a few months.
So, Mike went to other continents in Australia to contact customers for Liang Fei. Liang Fei took care of the vineyard for him.
It has to be said that Mike's work efficiency is indeed incredible. Within two days, the black CEO called Liang Fei.
Mike told Liang Fei on the phone that he had already contacted a Moores Ranch in Melbourne for Liang Fei, and Liang Fei would go over to negotiate with them about the specific intentions.
As for himself, because he had to go back to China for something else, he would not go with Liang Fei.
Liang Fei was overjoyed to learn that there was hope to buy back the young cattle, and he hurriedly set off for Melbourne without Mike accompanying him.
When I arrived at Melbourne Airport, I was greeted by an Australian Chinese woman named Yulina Yang. According to Mike's introduction, she was a foreign trade salesperson at Moores Ranch.
When she met Liang Fei, the female staff member recognized him at a glance. That was because Mike had already described Liang Fei's appearance to Yulina.
"Hello, Mr. Liang, I am an employee of Moores Ranch. I will be responsible for receiving you during this trip." Yulina stretched out her hand to express friendship.
Liang Fei shook hands with him and looked at the Chinese woman in front of him with confusion.
Yulina has a pair of captivating red phoenix eyes, a small peach mouth, long and shiny hair, slender and narrow shoulders, and is not tall. She is like a beauty that jumped out of an ancient Chinese painting.
She also speaks Chinese fluently, but she has a strange accent that matches her appearance, which makes Liang Fei, a descendant of China, feel awkward. (To be continued)