This voice was so familiar that Zhou Dong knew who the real owner was without even looking back.

Huailiang walked into the Lu Kitchen chopping block area with his head held high, his expression calm, as if he was strolling in the back garden of his home.

"Sir, who are you? This is the kitchen."

There is no one who is not a diligent veteran. What kind of eyesight does Shen Cheng have? Naturally, he could see that although the man in front of him was arrogant and rude, his clothes did not look like ordinary people, so he just questioned him and did not chase him away directly.

Huai Liang paid no attention to Shen Cheng. He looked carefully at the distribution structure of Lu Kitchen and then at the pile in front of Zhou Dong. He shook his head and said: "My God, I really can't believe it. Zhou Dong, you are actually on the third anvil." ,Are all the people here blind?"

"Are you finished yet?"

Zhou Dong turned around helplessly, "What's wrong with this guy? What does it have to do with me? You're not my dad!"

"Sir, I must warn you that no one is allowed to enter the kitchen. If you do this again, I will call security!"

Shen Cheng's face turned cold. Since this person was here to cause trouble, there was no need to be polite. A diligent person would like to "set up a table of eight immortals and entertain sixteen parties", but those who entertained were distinguished guests, not those who came to cause trouble.

Regardless of whether he is an ordinary person or not, if he doesn't handle it well when he offends Master Xiao Zhou, he will be scolded to death by his uncle.

Huai Liangren then turned around and glanced at Shen Cheng lightly: "Are you the head anvil here?"

"I'm the boss here, what's wrong?"

"Very good. Being able to get to the top of a five-star hotel means you have some experience. My name is Huailiang, you should have heard my name."

"I don't care if you are a bad good person or a good person. The kitchen prohibits everything...wait a minute, Huai...Huai Liangren, are you the Cantonese genius Huai Liangren?"

Shen Cheng's expression suddenly changed, his eyes were not only shocked but also confused.

How could this legendary genius from Guangdong Province come to Chudu? And even go to their Lu Kitchen to cause trouble?

Huailiangren's fame is still due to the big-mouthed president of the Guangdong Provincial Culinary Association. He preached everywhere that Guangdong Province had produced a unique genius with "Yi Yin's tongue" and "Li Yu's learning". As a result, many chefs were offended. Go to Guangdong Province to challenge.

Huailiangren was also amazing. He refused to accept anyone who came, and every time he defeated a challenger, he notified various media to participate. After more than a dozen challenge matches, his reputation became more and more popular. Huaxia Qinxing was almost unknown to everyone.

It wasn't until Huailiang went to France two years ago to develop his career that the turmoil slowly subsided. But even when he arrived in France, he was very capable. He became a three-star Michelin chef in one year and obtained the French Catering Association certificate in less than two years. Awarded the Blue Ribbon Medal.

Even some apprentices who have just entered the industry know that such a noble thing as the Cordon Bleu represents the top honor in the French culinary world. Wearing this thing to drink beer is really perfect.

With his usual high profile, he would naturally invite the media every time he received an honor, and he was also arrogant. Therefore, in the eyes of his Chinese colleagues, this mixed-race genius chef was simply a show off.

Huailiang loves to define something. He defines his high-profile behavior as "honor under the sun", just like "wealth under the sun". Of course, he wants everyone to know and envy him.

It is precisely because of his character that he can't stand Zhou Dong's "low-key" and "self-degrading" behavior.

"Master Zhou Dong and I are friends. Would you like to have a chat with him? You won't object, right?"

Huailiang said calmly.

"Of course, of course." Shen Cheng nodded hurriedly.

Ordinarily, no matter you are a Cantonese cuisine genius or a Michelin three-star chef with a Cordon Bleu medal, no matter how influential you are, you will not be able to affect the Shen family; but there were rumors before this star rating that the Jiangsu Province Culinary Association had intended to Invite this Cantonese cuisine genius to be one of the judges to check the Cantonese restaurants in Jiangsu Province.

Later, this rumor was disproven because Yi Zhiyu, a veteran of Cantonese cuisine, became a judge.

Shen Cheng was worried that the sudden arrival of Huailiang would have some unclear relationship with the star rating. If that was the case, he would definitely not be able to offend this big boss!

"Ah That's good."

Huailiang glanced at Shen Cheng and seemed very satisfied: "Also, please don't say that I am a genius in Cantonese cuisine again."

Shen Cheng was stunned and asked subconsciously: "Why, aren't you from Cantonese cuisine?"

"Origin is just the starting point, not the end. Do you think that Cantonese cuisine can limit my unique talent?

Forget it, what's the use of telling you this? How can a little sparrow understand the ambition of a wild goose?"

After saying that, he never looked at Shen Cheng again and walked towards Zhou Dong with a smile: "Am I right?"

Zhou Dong glared at him angrily: "Don't say you are my friend in the future. When did we become friends?"

"Haha, isn't this a matter of time? In this world, only I am worthy of being your friend, and no one else is worthy. Believe me, you will understand this truth one day."

"I really don't believe it."

These are two weirdos...

Shen Cheng was very helpless, scratched his head and walked aside and muttered to himself: "Why is it a sparrow and a wild goose? Who can understand this?"

He learned to cook at the age of five, and his family was well-educated, but he couldn't keep up with the cultural classes. Naturally, he had never heard the literati saying "How can a sparrow know the ambition of a swan"?

"You just cut these potatoes, vegetables, radishes and the like every day? Shandong cuisine has a representative dish like nine-turn large intestine, so you don't think about processing the large intestine?"

Mr. Huailiang has always been worried about Zhou Dong's unique secret method of processing pig intestines and wanted to see it with his own eyes.

Seeing that Zhou Dong was ignoring him, Huailiang didn't care much. He stood by the pier and watched Zhou Dong chopping vegetables. After a few glances, he shook his head: "Why is your knife skill so ordinary? This is simply ridiculous. I can't imagine... My God, I understand, you must have done it on purpose.

In our Chinese language, you are called Zangzhuo!

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! I guessed it right, my friend."

Zhou Dong is too lazy to deal with this kind of person. You guessed wrong this time. I only have this knife skill. You still want to watch if you can’t stand it? The three-star Michelin chef’s style is really annoying. His professional knife skills are already Slightly stronger than a third-level chef, is this also called ordinary?

During one lunch, Zhou Dong cut up about two hundred kilograms of meat and vegetables, all of which were cut in the most "volume" way. Even when handling meat and poultry, he mainly cut them into cubes and strips, similar to deboning a whole chicken and deboning a whole fish.

I just don't accept the difficult chopping board job.

The fat man is constantly cutting rice paper. What he needs to practice now is the three basic skills of stability, accuracy and speed. He will make the fastest progress by practicing with rice paper.

After finishing lunch, it was almost two o'clock in the afternoon. Zhou Dong felt that he was so hungry that he couldn't hold on anymore. When he turned around and saw that Huai Liang was still standing, he couldn't help but frown and said, "Aren't you hungry?"

"I'm very hungry, but I still want to see you handle the pig intestines, but you just refuse to do it..."

Huai Liang's eyebrows were furrowed and he was very resentful.

"If you're hungry, let's eat something together..." It's not easy for a grown man to watch himself chopping vegetables for more than two hours.

When Zhou Dong came from the breakfast department, it was already past the lunch time for Lu Kitchen's employees, so he placed a piece of egg pancake. Now that he was done with his work, someone made up a lunch for him. It was quite rich, including meat and vegetables, so he greeted him.

He asked Huai Liang: "Let's go together?"

"Oh my god, I can't believe this, you eat this every day?"

Huailiang looked at the food in front of Zhou Dong with a look of disbelief on his face.

"Eat it every day, it's pretty good." As long as he doesn't turn on the master-level tasting, Zhou Dong doesn't choose what he eats.

"The French restaurant in Chudu is not bad. Although it is not rated by Michelin, its main store is rated with two stars, and the food it cooks is barely edible."

Huailiang frowned and said: "You should listen to me. People like us can't eat bad food randomly. Eating too much will affect our taste. How about you come with me? I can borrow their kitchen.

I’ll make some exquisite food for you to eat.”

Zhou Dong shook his head: "Not interested."

"Why are you so stubborn? I'm doing this all for your own good!"

"You are more stubborn than me, and you are also very unreasonable."

"Forget it, I won't discuss this issue with you anymore. I'll come back to you after eating."

Huai Liang turned away angrily. You degenerate guy, lost lamb, you really need my rescue...

After Zhou Dong finished the meal, he found Shen Cheng who was drinking tea in the office and asked: "Master Cheng, I need some good white lotus roots. I saw the ones in the kitchen. The quality is average. Do you know where I can get better ones?"

What?"

Zhou Dong was looking forward to making the lotus root fat jade porridge when he thought of it. Naturally, he hoped to find the best ingredients. Even if it is not the season for autumn lotus roots, fresh lotus roots must be divided into three grades.

"Would you like to make lotus root starch for breakfast?"

Shen Cheng thought for a while: "The requirements for lotus root noodles are not too high. Do you want to introduce other new products?

Now is not the season for eating lotus roots. Preserved lotus roots are actually the same... Hey, I thought of it!

Master Xiao Zhou, you really have a good place, maybe you can find the seasonal white lotus root you need!"

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