Another World’s Fruit Tycoon

"So, you want to fight with me? Or use olive grits?" As soon as Wu Hongyuan entered the private room, he saw the faces of several regular customers, but he was not like Master Wei of Xiangyan, who put every regular customer away. In mind.

Li Liyang and the others were originally prepared to pick things up, but when they met Chef Wu with a serious face, their previous momentum was suddenly dispelled, but the olive grits in their hands gave them confidence that they could not be driven today. Go out and eat this signature dish again, it depends on the olive grits in this hand!

"No, no, we just came to discuss it. The dishes made by Master Wu are so delicious. I can't talk about fighting dishes. I just tasted a good olive grits outside, so I wanted to invite Master Wu to taste it." The courage brought by Li Liyang was dispelled under Master Wu's arrogant eyes.

"Stop talking nonsense, where are your olive grits, I'll try them out."

Wu Hongyuan had a slight attitude of contempt. As the glass jar with olive grits was opened, a familiar smell of southern **** came to his face. Wu Hongyuan frowned. The taste of olive grits alone was enough. It can be seen that the craftsmanship of this olive grits is so good. Just like this ordinary olive grits, why does Chaoyang call himself out?

But even if he is a little arrogant towards the diners, Wu Hongyuan is very serious about cooking. His apprentice Chaoyang mostly knows his personality, so he never makes jokes on the dishes, so he finally picked up an olive grits.

Wu Hongyuan keenly discovered that the taste of this olive grits was different from the general ones. The most special one was the almond scent, but soon Wu Hongyuan discovered that the scent came from the olive itself, otherwise it was only by virtue of this crude development technique. It is impossible for the olive grits in this jar to have such a special scent, because I lose to olives.

"Come on, what do you want to order?"

"Chef Wu, we have no other meaning, just want..."

Originally, Li Liyang was afraid that Wu Hongyuan would drive them out, so he was constantly defending. In the end, his companion hit him with an elbow and quickly reported the name of the dish: "eel, taro snail slices, fried rice with bamboo shoots, stewed water Duck, thin shell rice soup!"

None of the dishes chosen by the other party are easy to make. Wu Hongyuan said angrily: "The time is too short to prepare. Come back at this time tomorrow!"

Said Wu Hongyuan and left the private room, but Li Liyang breathed a sigh of relief and said at the same time: "What happened just now! We ordered Chef Wu's signature dishes all at once! Olive grits, I love you!"

Speaking of Li Liyang exaggeratedly kissed the olive grits pot in his hand, the door of the box was opened once again, and Chef Wu’s apprentice Chaoyang went back and said to them: “Well, the master wants to take you If you buy the olive grits you came here, can you tell us where you bought them?"

"You don't need to buy it, just take it away. I bought this olive grits in Xiangmanlou."

Chaoyang looked at the glass jar in Li Liyang's hand with disgust, and finally left with his sleeve.

After returning to the kitchen, Wu Hongyuan began to become uneasy. He began to keep thinking in his mind what kind of chemical reaction the olive would produce if it were used for cooking.

"Master, I have already inquired that they bought this olive grits from Xiangmanlou."

"Xiangmanlou? When can they buy more high-end olives than us?"

You must know that the output of good olives is limited, and because they are picked manually, the price has not been cheap, and Wu Hongyuan is confident that his supply advantage in the Chaoshan area is not available in any restaurant in Tongcheng. Xiangmanlou has this batch of olives. The appearance gave him a sense of crisis.

Soon Chaoyang brought back even worse news: "Master, many Chaoshan restaurants in Tongcheng are now using this batch of olives. They are new products produced by Kunyang Fruit Industry."

"Kunyang Fruit Industry?" Wu Hongyuan murmured. After all, he had heard of the name of Kunyang Fruit Industry, but because of his confidence in the ingredients he found, all the ingredients in Wu Hongyuan's store were shipped from his hometown. Yes, so many Chaoshan dishes are only available here.

"Chaoyang, what are the restaurants currently using Kunyang olives?"

"Xiangmanlou, Xiangji, and Liuji are all using it."

Wu Hongyuan did not expect that these familiar restaurants had already fallen, so now there was no choice.

"You go to contact Kunyang and say that our Hongji restaurant wants to ask them to buy a batch of olives."

Wu Hongyuan had never been in contact with Kun Yang before. Naturally, he didn't know the rules inside. He thought that this olive could be bought with money. After all, he was arrogant in his own land, so he couldn't change his for a while. Stinky.

In the end, Chaoyang did not bring good news to Wu Hongyuan. The quantity of Kunyang's olives that flowed into the market was not large, and all of them had been purchased by various restaurants. It was too late for Hongji Restaurant to come forward.

"Do you think there is any way to get this Kunyang olive?"

"Master, it is said that Kunyang’s boss this week is very face-saving. He originally liked to watch wholesalers busy. You said that if you take the initiative to come and cook him a table of Chaoshan dishes, boss Zhou finds it delicious and good. Face, maybe this thing can be done."

"Five dishes! Only five dishes at most, go tell him this is my bottom line!" Wu Hongyuan still has his arrogance even now.

Zhou Kun also felt inexplicable when he received a call from Hongji. What does it mean to suddenly run into his home to cook?

"No, you can buy olives and contact our company's salesman. You don't have to go to my house to cook."

Lao Jin happened to be in Zhou Kun's house for some reason, and said after hearing it, "Let him come, maybe I still know the chef who cooks Chaoshan cuisine. Even if I don't, the people in this kitchen must know!"

When Wu Hongyuan came to Zhou Kun's house with his kitchen utensils and ingredients, he saw a familiar person as soon as he opened the door: "Brother! Why are you here?"

"I'll talk about this later, what ingredients did you bring? It just so happens that I can't find any good ingredients here!"

Suddenly Wu Hongyuan changed his previous arrogance, and instantly changed back to the attitude he had used when he was learning to cook: "Blood eels, thin shells, taro mud, bird's nest and teal are all."

"Blood eels may not be acceptable according to the taste of Tongcheng people. Replace them with ordinary grilled eels~www.wuxiaspot.com~the thin shell and the teal stay, and the taro bird's nest are you going to make dessert?"

"Yes, the taro mud is a bit sweet, and the bird's nest is just light, and the two together are just right."

"Yes, is the teal processed or alive?"

"It has been preprocessed."

"The teal is hairy, you go and deal with it again, clean it up for me, don't smash the signature of our Chaoshan cuisine."

Even though Wu Hongyuan had been independent for a long time, he still didn't dare to show off in front of the majestic big brother. After all, his black face stunt was learned from the one in front of him. When I learned the cooking skills with Wu Hongyuan's master, I worked for Liang Guoyun for several years.

However, Wu Hongyuan, with the fading duck feathers in his hand, has not yet figured out why the big brother Liang Guoyun came to Copper City without telling him, so he ran to Boss Zhou's house to cook without a sound.

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