Liuxiang

No one thought that Paul, one of the chefs, would say such words at a critical moment.

Hu Guangqing's face was dull, and he stood there dumbfounded, not knowing how to react.

The accompanying staff looked anxious and wanted to stop Paul's words.

Mr. Patch raised his eyebrows with some modest interest.

Other people around whispered to each other, discussing what the Frenchman was talking about.

But no matter how the people around him reacted, this time Paul firmly said what he wanted to say: "His name is Baitang!"

"..." Everyone.

The first half sentence is still in French, and the last sentence becomes Chinese.

This sentence in Chinese sounds weird to foreigners, but they understand it somehow, it is a basic food after all, so...

Are you looking for someone named "Sugar"...

"Are you looking for white sugar? There are plenty of white sugar kitchens!" Hu Guangqing said a very inappropriate joke at a very inopportune time.

No one around laughed.

They looked at Hu Guangqing silently until Hu Guangqing was so embarrassed that he stopped talking.

Paul probably had experienced such misunderstandings many times before, so he glared at Hu Guangqing, and spoke Chinese again with a weird Chinese accent: "It's not the sugar of the candy, but the begonia of the begonia!"

Everyone: Hey, this foreigner even understands the begonia flower...so that person is called Baitang?

The excitement in the middle belongs to the middle man.

Shang Huaiyan who was sitting in the corner turned his head and glanced at Yi Baitang who was sitting beside him.

Yi Baitang looked calm, and he didn't look like he was about to get up.

Shang Huaiyan: "Not going up?"

Yi Baitang: "I won't go up."

Shang Huaiyan: "Leave quietly?"

Yi Baitang: "Well, leave quietly."

The moment after their conversation was over, Hu Jianming, who had met Yi Baitang before, had already found Yi Baitang in the crowd. All kinds of bad ideas, planning to smuggle Yi Baitang out without anyone noticing.

But after all the calculations, Hu Jianming couldn't figure out what happened next: after Paul said the name "Baitang", in order to emphasize that the other party is indeed here now, he directly pointed to Hu Jianming who was hiding behind the crowd, To be precise: "I told him before, I want to find this person!"

Everyone's eyes fell on Hu Jianming following Paul's fingers, and then shifted their eyes to Yi Baitang through Hu Jianming who hadn't noticed anything.

This pass is like wind, rain, and dream lightning!

In the blink of an eye, Yi Baitang, who had been sitting peacefully in the corner, became the center of everyone's attention!

Yi Baitang: "..."

Facing everyone's gaze, he twitched the corner of his mouth:

"Hey, I'm here for dinner."

A chef I've known for a long time, an amateur gourmet whose name I've heard for a long time.

Who wants to come here to cook on purpose?

Paul finally found the only one who looked different among the foreigners who looked exactly the same!

He ran up to Yi Baitang like a rabbit, and firmly grabbed Yi Baitang's wrist: "Baitang, I knew you were here, why didn't you go to me just now? Follow me into the kitchen, help the world!"

Yi Baitang: "No, I'm not interested in this topic. You want me to discuss the combination of Chinese food and French food with you in 10 minutes? Why don't you dream about it."

Paul wisely steers clear of the latter subject: "You're interested in doing it!"

Yi Baitang: "Hehe."

Paul said painfully: "Come on, because we have studied and practiced together for so long, I will never cooperate with that person again! We can discuss and do it while we do it, and Patch will definitely be willing to wait."

Shang Huaiyan who was sitting by the side finally couldn't help coughing at this moment.

He looked at Paul's hand that firmly grasped Yi Baitang's wrist, which was very unpleasant.

He kept smiling, pretending to shake hands with the other party, but in fact firmly pushed away the extra thing that was grasping his Baitang's wrist.

"This is my guest. Mr. Paul, I think there is no need or reason for my guest to do something he doesn't want to do in his own private time."

"I agree with this." A foreign voice suddenly came from the side.

Several people here followed the sound and saw that a group of people who were originally sitting in the guest of honor had come to the corner of the banquet hall with Paqi as the leader.

Paqi stopped beside Paul, looked at Yi Baitang for a moment, his gray-blue eyes showed some brilliance, and stretched out his hand and said, "You are much younger than I expected... the youngest and weirdest chef in the Michelin restaurant .”

Yi Baitang stood up from his seat.

He also reached out his hand and shook Patch: "Thank you for the compliment, Mr. Patch. I have seen your food experience on many food columns."

There was a haughty smile on Patch's square face: "During the whole last year, your reputation spread all over the various Michelin restaurants in France, the second chef who was fired the fastest, the second chef who practiced the most, Michelin killer, the stain of Michelin restaurants... Through the descriptions of some of my friends who have eaten your dishes, I think that each of the above titles is a very appropriate induction for you. But what makes me curious is that, Over time, all the previous titles were forgotten by other people and even my friends."

He paused.

"They gave you a very cute name: a strange-flavored candy that makes people want to come here once in a while."

Yi Baitang was noncommittal: "I'm not going to participate in the meal preparation this time."

Patch laughed: "But I'd like to try the flavor of the weird candy this time."

He stuck out his tongue suddenly.

WTF?The people around were frightened!

This inelegant movement successfully caught Yi Baitang's mind the moment he made it.

Because Yi Baitang suddenly remembered the nickname of the person in front of him.

Golden tongue!

"Golden Tongue."

Patch pointed to his tongue and spoke slowly.

"To the chef, this tongue is more precious than gold." He withdrew his tongue and returned to the personable and aloof appearance just now, "Because I can taste the slightest twist in the taste of food and changes. If you are really capable, I will wait for you here."

He smiled politely at Yi Baitang:

"It's all up to you. But please know, I'm not a person who can eat everything."

After he finished speaking, he glanced at Hu Guangqing, who was following the crowd and didn't know what to do now, and said contemptuously: "As for some people who can't cook, please don't appear in front of me again. It's really embarrassing."

Yi Baitang raised his eyes, and he looked at Paqi for two seconds.

All of Patch's conversations just now were in French, because they were spoken very quickly, and now the rest of the people are still listening to the sentence-by-sentence translation of the present translation.

People around feel that these two seconds are as long as two hours.

Then, Yi Baitang showed a slightly different expression of rebellion than usual.

He spoke a French monophony.

Translated, it means "good."

Yi Baitang made a final decision: "Okay, let's eat duck today."

After agreeing, he went straight to the kitchen.