The wind blowing from the English Channel was cold and cold, wrapped in thick fog, spreading over Paris layer by layer, and finally forced the sun to hide in a corner like a shy little girl.

Even if you stand in the high-rise apartment in the center of the Fourth Abbey of Paris, you cannot see the Notre Dame Cathedral opposite through the layers of thick fog.

Not seeing the familiar clock tower is something that is unacceptable for a beloved person suffering from severe obsessive-compulsive disorder and psychological cleanliness.

"Another unclear sky, and damn fog!"

The benevolent man is used to defining something. A sky like today will be defined by him as ‘unclear’ and cannot see the bell tower of Notre Dame that reminds him of a monk temple in his hometown. It will be defined by him as ‘a disaster’ by Michelin’s three-star chef’s name as ‘a century conspiracy on tires’

The honorary title of Cantonese genius is defined by him as "pride and prejudice". This is not because he is humble, he just can't accept it. Why is a genius like him limited to a mere Cantonese cuisine? What a big joke!

He is a good man who is a Chinese cuisine, no, he should be a genius shared by the East and West cooking circles!

He likes the word "sharing" very much. Only good things will be shared by others rather than discarded together.

The fellow villagers in Guangdong Province are diligent and smart, possess all the excellent qualities of the Chinese nation. Unfortunately, excellence will make people arrogant, and arrogance will easily lead to prejudice. He, a Cantonese genius, is clearly the product of prejudice!

No one can use this narrow sense of honor to define me as a beloved person!

I am the best! If there is really a chef in this world, then I must be my beloved person!

"Damn weather, and that damn Ruth, why haven't my water been delivered yet!"

Huailiangren’s habit is to get up early every day to drink a glass of water, high-quality water. This kind of water actually exists in his high-end apartment, but it has been opened and it has been overnight.

The knock on the door rang out in time.

The man Huailiang was still standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, frowned and looked at Notre Dame opposite, wrapped in thick fog. "God, this is a bad morning!

Ruth, your concept of time is worse than today's weather, and you are thirteen seconds late!

We Chinese say this: 'Waste of others' time is equivalent to murdering other people's lives'. Are you trying to murder my life?"

"Sorry, Mr. Chef."

A blond French girl gently pushed open the unlocked door and tiptoed into the room, carrying two bottles of mineral water shaped like a work of art.

The Evian mineral water in France is located in the Evian town of France, with its backing to the Alps, facing Lake Leman, and away from any pollution and man-made contact.

"Chef, you your water."

Ruth's nervous legs almost ran into each other and almost fell on the expensive Persian carpet.

Every time she saw the chef, she would be very nervous, and she would think of Jack, the country boy who always liked to laugh foolishly. If she had known that she would have stayed in the farm honestly and shouldn't have come to Paris Saint-German.

Oh God, this chef has a more bizarre temper than the twelve Greek gods, and has a very serious obsession with cleanliness.

Poor that she received a meager salary every month, but she had to serve a eccentric "king".

"It's OK to put the water on the table, and your shoes are dirty. Remember to wipe your shoes clean and then walk into my room next time! Oh, that's it."

The eyes of the man Huailiang fell between Ruth's arm, and there was a magazine in it, and the words on it could be seen vaguely.

"Is it the latest issue of "Looking for Taste in Great Countries"?"

Thinking of the girl with a gentle temperament, like a jasper in a small family, but with the temperament of a young woman next door, Huai Liangren's eyes suddenly became much softer.

"Is it received this morning and sent from China Guosu Province."

Ruth replied tremblingly.

Whenever the chef shows this gaze, it becomes even more terrifying, and she is worried about something bad that will happen next.

"Well done, now you can give me the magazine."

Huailiang seemed to be in a sudden mood and turned cloudy. He opened a bottle of mineral water and drank it. He smiled and took the magazine from Ruth.

"It's like this every time. Every time the chef will take this Chinese magazine with a smile, then read it with a smile, then dazed, and then start to lose his temper. Oh my god, who can save me?"

Ruth began to tremble her legs, and a layer of sweat appeared on her forehead.

"I wonder if there is any food review article for her in this issue?"

Huai Liangren smiled gently, and gently flipped the "Looking for Taste in the Great Power" in his hand, and his eyes first stayed on the catalog.

“Oh? ‘You can’t imagine’ is a food review poem?

It's rare that she can actually use poetry to make food comments?"

The eyes remained on the introduction in the catalogue, ‘At this moment, I might only be able to praise him and his food in poetry’

Haha, I knew she would not forget me. It turned out that she had carefully written a poem for me. Qing'er, when I left Teacher Yi's house, I asked you if you would think of me. You said to me coldly, "Impossible". I knew it must be possible. Now you are finally willing to admit it?

Well, I know that I will subscribe to your magazines abroad, so do I confess my love to me in this romantic way? Hahaha, it’s really hard to guess what a girl’s thoughts are.

"The chef seems to be in a good mood?"

Ruth, who was originally nervous, suddenly realized that the chef did not turn over the magazine as usual and began to lose his temper, and actually showed a bright smile as bright as the sun.

That's the time!

Finally, I can complete the task assigned by Manager Dave! That guest is a rich man. If I can successfully complete the task, I will definitely get a large commission. Then I will go back to the farm to find Jeff, and I will never come back!

"Master chef, there is a guest who made an appointment today"

While flipping through the magazine, Huai Liangren replied gently, "Let me guess, does he want to eat the food I made myself?"

Well, I am in a good mood today. Tell me who he is, is he a famous foodie? Or is he a member of the royal family or a noble family in a certain country?"

"None of them are, they are the vice president of a multinational company."

"Russ, you should know my rules. A nouveau riche who doesn't know how to eat is not qualified to let me serve him. You should tell Dave that letting other chefs deal with such people is my agreement with him."

"Manager Coch Dave said, I hope you can make an exception. That gentleman is willing to pay a lot of money and only wants to eat the delicious food you made in person."

"Well, let me think about it. Dave is an honest man. I shouldn't seem to make him too embarrassed?"

Huailiangren was in a good mood and quickly flipped the magazine, and finally found Lin Qing's food commentary poem.

"Qing'er's writing style is getting better and better. Look, what a beautiful word this is!

‘That moment dawn is coming, and the night is not long’

Well, the literary talent is amazing!

‘Follow a faint fragrance and come to his side’

Well, when did I seem to remember it? But I do have the habit of using men's perfume, so it's hard for her to remember it.

Ah! I love you!

Large intestine and small intestine.

What's this!"

Huai Liang's face gradually turned pale. After a moment of silence, he suddenly threw the magazine to the ground and shouted at Ruth, "Tell Dave for me that it is simply a delusion to let me cook for a nouveau riche! Let him get out of here!

You get out too!”

Ruth was frightened by the sudden furious Huai Liangren, tears burst out from her eyes, and turned around and wanted to escape.

"Come back! You can book a flight ticket to China for me. The faster the better, the economy class is also fine!

What are you still doing? Now! Immediately! Immediately!"

Looking at Ruth who was running away from the door, the man Huailiang suddenly remembered something. He picked up the magazine on the carpet and quickly turned to the page just now.

"The breakfast department of Jiuzhou Dingshi Hotel, Chu City, Suzhou Province, what? It's actually the breakfast department?

Zhou Dong?

Brine and boil it in fire?”
Chapter completed!