"Eat?" Zhou Yi looked at the sky: "What kind of meal do you think you have? Noon, noon, noon, no late?"

It was around three o'clock in the afternoon Paris time. Even in Chinatown, where foodies are rampant, except for a few tea restaurants opened by Cantonese bosses, there were really not many restaurants open; but Zhou Yi looked around and didn't see any.

The old man has Guangdong ancestry, so why do you think he is an old hero from Tianjin?

"You care? My old man is willing to eat eight meals a day. Isn't it almost afternoon tea time? What's your name, kid..."

"My surname is Zhou, and my name is Zhou Yi."

Zhou Yi heard that the old man's thinking was quite fast, and he estimated that training him could help Beibang research the atomic bomb.

"Zhou Yi? Your second uncle, my surname is Hong, so you can call me Mr. Hong. Come on, I'll give you a chance to treat me to dinner today, don't you think it's quite an honor?"

"Old man, please stop joking." Zhou Yi was depressed. When he arrived at the Jingjing Martial Arts Hall, it was enough that he was not allowed to enter. He also got entangled by this old man. What's the matter?

"Boy, I won't hurt you by treating me to a meal. When I finish eating, I will tell you Huang Can's secret. You go to him and promise to find the right one. He will definitely meet you and there will be no way to stop him.

!”

The old man chuckled and said, "How about it? Are you going to treat me to this meal or not?"

"Okay, old man, I'll just treat you."

Zhou Yi thought about it and figured that Master Huang was really busy at the moment, so it wouldn't waste much time to treat the old man to a meal, so he just treated it as a sign of respect for his elders.

"That's right, let's go, kid. Later, I will recite the Food Sutra to you, and you will be considered as having copied it."

Old Man Hong smiled, picked up Zhou Yi and left.

Zhou Yi was stunned when he pulled him; this old man looked to be sixty or seventy years old, but he didn't expect to be so strong, just like a good young man in his early twenties!

"Isn't this old man simple?" Zhou Yi was slightly startled and did not stand still. He swayed and bumped into the old man: "Old man, please slow down, my body is weak..."

"Are you weak? Are there any healthy people?" The old man glanced at Zhou Yi with a smile. He patted his shoulder and said, "Okay, cannibals have a short mouth. Since you want to treat me, I don't have many old people.

What did you say, let’s go, boy..."

"Okay, Mr. Hong, please."

Zhou Yi looked at Old Man Hong's steps and felt very strange. This old man was obviously a practicing master, and he seemed to have come to him intentionally. He probably had to find an excuse just now because he didn't take the initiative to ask him for directions.

Come closer.

But Zhou Yi just felt strange. He didn't have any enemies, so he didn't have to worry about people plotting against him. Instead, his curiosity was aroused by the old man, and he temporarily put aside the matter of inviting Huang Can to perform the lion dance.

***

After years of development, Chinatown in District 13 has become a collection of oriental cuisines, including not only the eight major Chinese cuisines, local snacks, but also dishes from Annan, Cambodia and other countries. Especially the Annan girl, who is famous in Southeast Asia.

They are even more obedient in the cold weather, frying green onions in lard and spicy nuggets. Mom is amazing, and they have made a huge name in this romantic country.

However, it is still easy to distinguish between authentic Chinese restaurants and restaurants in small Southeast Asian countries such as Annan. As long as the decoration is exquisite and grand, it goes without saying that it is opened by Chinese compatriots; those stingy, rustic small restaurants are not from

Annan is from Jianpu Village, and there are a few restaurants opened by Ma Lai people. Not to mention authentic Chinese ones, even French roosters can be distinguished clearly.

Old man Hong is indeed a tricky person. Although the Guangdong-style tea restaurant is good, it obviously has not met his requirements. The old man walked in front of him like an old horse knowing the way, turning left and right and took Zhou Yi for a long time before he came.

When I arrived at a three-story ancient building with cornices, I stood at the door and muttered: "It's still early, let's wait..."

"Tiangang Tower?"

When Zhou Yi saw the grand decoration of this store, even the doorposts and railings were made of fine rosewood, and a black and golden plaque hung high on the main entrance, which said "Tiangang Tower" with three dragons and phoenixes flying in the air.

Big characters. A store name like this is rarely used in China, let alone abroad. Tiangang... What a big tone?

Moreover, the door panel of this store was covered and it was not open at all. Old man Hong was not in a hurry. He squatted towards the door with his sleeves on his hands, took out a cigarette from his arms, lit it and took a puff, puffing out smoke and saying: "What?"

Tiangang Tower, this is the "little white ape" Yuan Xiang is trying to put money on his face. He is obviously a good cook, but he has to say that he is a descendant of Yuan Tiangang, and he also gave the restaurant this name. It is nondescript, if not

His craftsmanship is good, I don’t like to come here..."

Zhou Yi felt ridiculous when he heard this, and thought to himself that they didn't invite you, but you were the one asking for nothing, but you said, "Yes, Mr. Hong, how about we change to another one? He doesn't even open the door here."

"

"No! I'm not in a hurry. Tiangang Restaurant opens at four o'clock in the afternoon, and you can eat at five o'clock. The delay is only two hours, and I can afford to wait."

"No, Mr. Hong, didn't you say that Little White Ape's dishes have to be reserved half a month in advance, and you won't be able to eat what he cooks anyway. Isn't it the same wherever we eat?"

Zhou Yixin said that you can afford it, but I am still anxious. My father is still waiting to hear it.

"Don't worry, what kind of place is this? In a capitalist country, everything comes first. If you want to eat Little White Ape's food, you have to make a reservation. But there are exceptions."

Old Man Hong said with a smile: "Every afternoon, Little White Ape will prepare a dish for public auction, and the customer with the highest bid will be able to make an exception, without having to make an appointment to queue up... Oops, he made it at this time yesterday

The dish is raw unicorn fish, which cost my old man eight thousand francs. I wonder what delicious food he will make today?"

Zhou Yi finally understood. I'm sorry that this man spent all his money yesterday and went to find him today. Fortunately, this small amount of money is nothing, and this little white ape actually does business like an auction house.

Yes, is his craft really that good?

Zhou Yi's appetite was really whetted by Old Man Hong. He wanted to try the craftsmanship of this master of Cantonese cuisine.

"Haha, Xiao Zhouzi, are you greedy too? As soon as I saw you, you are a foodie, and you are also a rich foodie. How can I find the wrong person? Don't look at me. Didn't I say that, I promise

Just make your trip worthwhile, how about spending a few small bucks?"

"Okay. I owe you." Zhou Yi shook his head with a smile, and simply followed the old man's example and squatted at the door, exhausted.

By four o'clock in the afternoon, guests were arriving in droves, including tall-nosed Gallic roosters, Asians, Americans and even Africans. It was almost like a conference of nations; however, the majority of them were Chinese, accounting for at least ** of the total.

, and most of these diners are middle-aged people, and all of them are successful in their careers, know how to eat, and can afford to eat.

Old Man Hong grabbed Zhou Yi and rushed into the store, where he found a seat on the second floor and sat down.

Zhou Yi finally understood after listening to the discussions of the surrounding diners. It turns out that the private rooms here require reservations. Only after entering the private rooms can you eat Cantonese dishes cooked by Little White Ape himself. The lobby on the first floor is a place for individual guests to eat. They are all other places. The chef on the second floor does not sell hot dishes, but only cold dishes and tea fruits to go with wine, and there is a minimum consumption of one hundred francs for each seat. There are four chairs like the one he and Old Man Hong occupied. Even if you don’t eat anything at the Eight Immortals Table, you still have to spend four hundred francs first...

"Isn't this a money grab?"

This is the first time I have seen Zhou Yi open a restaurant like this. However, the money collected in the 'Tiangang Tower' is not in vain. Only with a seat on the second floor can you be qualified to participate in the 'Exceptional Dishes' auction. And no matter whether you can succeed in the end or not, If you take a photo, you will get a silver card, which will give you a 20% discount on your next purchase.

He is really smart in this business, he is such a little white ape, and he is really flamboyant.

Zhou Yi felt vaguely angry. People like Mr. Cao of Jingbang Cuisine didn't put the dishes up for auction. Who did he think he was, a god of cooking?

"Are you not convinced? Don't be angry, little Zhouzi. I promise you that after you have eaten Yuan Xuan's food once, you will come eagerly to wait for the auction next time, or you will queue up to make an appointment. They can make delicious food. It’s just delicious…”

Old Man Hong stopped ordering dishes and ordered a pot of tea to drink: "I have to save my stomach. Anyway, you are a rich man. You will definitely be able to take pictures of this dish today."

"Okay, don't worry, I will take a photo of it no matter how much it costs, because I want to try it too."

Zhou Yi was also thinking about it. It was such a cold weather and he was abroad. I wonder what dish this little white ape would like to take pictures of today?

Tiangang Tower didn't keep him waiting for too long. After about ten minutes, a gong was heard on the third floor, and a big red banner was hung up. There were also three calligraphy characters on it - 'Winter Snake Soup'! And it was not in French. With English annotations, foreigners can read it if they can understand it, and they don’t care if they don’t understand it.

"Dear gentlemen and ladies, today is the last auction of special dishes by Chef Yuan in our store before the beginning of spring. This Cantonese dish is Chef Yuan's own dish, called Winter Snake Soup, also known as Dragon Snake Qinglu! It's you who said it After eating this dish, you can nourish your yin and strengthen your yang, and your vitality will be strong, just like a dragon and a snake rising from the land, flying straight for nine days! The base price of this dish is three thousand francs, and each bidding price is one thousand. There is no limit to the number of orders. The auction starts now. This is a rare opportunity, you can bid now!"

This amateur auctioneer in a Tang suit on the third floor is really good at deceiving people, and he also uses Chinese Mandarin with a hint of Beijing movies. When he speaks it, it is like a cross talk, and he is very inspiring.

"etc!"

When Zhou Yi saw that it was winter snake soup, he just smiled but said nothing; Old Man Hong glared, looked up at the amateur auctioneer and said: "Boy, is this the little white ape that is not authentic enough? You are all foreigners. Forget it, you’re covering up your own people? You’re making winter snake soup in Paris this season, and you’re making it yourself? You’re cheating!”

"Hey, old man, we are all Chinese, can you please show some kindness? My father has passed away a long time ago."

"Bah, if you don't make it clear today, I am your father's father, also called grandpa!"

Old Man Hong glared: "Ask the little white ape in the kitchen to tell me what kind of snake he used today, French snake or Chinese snake? Southern snake or northern snake. If you don't tell me clearly, don't auction it!"

"oops?"

After hearing these words, Zhou Yi couldn't help but glance at Old Man Hong and thought to himself that this is a real foodie. Just these few questions, ordinary foodies can't ask them!

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