A month passed in the blink of an eye.
Meng Chuan's Appreciation Points steadily increased.
As the third chef of Yangquan Restaurant, he was responsible for all aspects of the restaurant besides the kitchen.
It just so happened that he had nothing to do today.
He brought a few waiters to the market to choose ingredients.
Yue Zhou was a famous city of delicacies.
The people of Yuezhou loved to eat and knew how to eat. They were also famous all over the world.
The biggest feature of Cantonese cuisine was the wide variety of ingredients used.
Birds and beasts, delicacies, Chinese and foreign food, there was nothing!
Not only that.
Cantonese cuisine was also very particular about the seasonality of the ingredients.
Therefore, the market was filled with fresh ingredients from all over the country.
As soon as he arrived at the market, he saw a sea of heads.
All kinds of hawking sounds were heard.
The stalls selling vegetables and meat were arranged in rows, dazzling people.
Big bass, green lobsters, meat snakes, and even bamboo rats could be seen.
"I've always thought that the vegetable market in Shangyu is the most prosperous!”
"I didn't expect the vegetable market in Yuezhou to be even richer!”
Tang Sanjie looked at the surrounding stalls and found many ingredients he didn't recognize.
He could not help but sigh.
Meng Chuan couldn't help but smile and shake his head.
"Alright, stop looking! Hurry up and buy our ingredients!”
Meng Chuan strode to a rice stall.
The stall owner quickly welcomed them warmly.
"Little Master, how should I address you? What do you need?”
"I'm Meng Chuan, the chef of Yangquan Restaurant. I'm here to purchase!”
Meng Chuan didn't hide anything.
When the stall owner heard this, he was a big customer! The smile on his face widened.
"Come, come, Master Meng, let me introduce you!”
"No need, I can take a look myself!”
Meng Chuan raised his hand and rejected.
The rice stall was divided into five or six grids.
Meng Chuan reached out and took out a few grains of rice from a grid. He carefully examined them and sniffed them!
"This is fragrant rice from Jiangnan!"
He placed the rice grain back to its original position.
He scooped up the rice from another grid.
"This is a small station rice from Tianjin!"
"Yo, Master Meng is an expert!"
When the stall owner heard this, he immediately said respectfully.
He originally thought that this young master in front of him was young and he could still fool him.
Who knew that he only took a few quick glances.
To be able to determine the origin of the rice in an instant, his eyesight was amazing!
"Yes, the size of the rice grains is very consistent, and there are no broken pieces of rice!”
"It's also impeccable in terms of fullness and color!”
"Boss, the quality of your rice is not bad!”
Meng Chuan looked up and smiled.
Hearing the praise from the expert, the rice stall owner was exceptionally proud and could not help but boast.
"That's right. Who doesn't know my name on this street?”
This boss said you were fat and you were panting.
"Alright, Boss, you can weigh 500 catties of Jiangnan Fragrant Rice and send it to Yangquan Restaurant later!”
Meng Chuan raised his hand.
"Alright!"
At this time, Tang Sanjie was waiting in front of a stall selling vegetables.
He was looking at it curiously.
"What are you looking at?"
Meng Chuan walked over.
"Master, look, these vegetables are so beautiful! This is the first time I've seen it red!”
Tang Sanjie grabbed the vegetables excitedly.
"That's a tomato, a foreign vegetable!”
This tomato had only been introduced into the country for a few decades.
It was far from being as popular as in the later generations.
This Yue Prefecture was a trading port.
Therefore, there were many foreigners living there.
That was why tomatoes became popular.
Just as Tang Sanjie was carefully examining the tomatoes, a light sound came.
"Get out of the way, brat!"
Then, a slap came.
Before Tang Sanjie could understand what was going on, he was knocked to the ground.
The tomatoes in his hand were also smashed into pieces.
"What are you doing?"
Tang Sanjie got up from the ground, burning with anger.
He raised his head and saw a group of people in black.
Most of them were foreigners.
They were all very respectful as they surrounded a fat man with blonde hair and blue eyes.
"Foreigner!"
Tang Sanjie was somewhat confused.
"Sigh, this market is really dirty!”
That damned fatty took out a handkerchief and blocked his nose.
"Mr. Bajeru, don't mind them. These guys have always been like this! Please come in?"
A young man at the side quickly smiled and said.
"I came here at the request of the Consul to see the ingredients of Chinese cuisine!”
"I didn't expect…Hmph!"
That damned fatty laughed scornfully.
The disdain in his eyes made people very unhappy.
This damned fatty's words caused the surrounding crowd to start discussing.
"Who is this foreign fatty? There were really many followers around him!”
"I know that guy. He's a chef from Fa Country! I think he's called John Bajeru!”
"He's from Fa Country. What's he doing in Yuezhou?”
"The new French Consul appointed him as his executive chef!”
"This guy seems to be especially famous in Fa Country. Many big shots and gourmets often taste his cooking!”
At this time, Yuezhou was the only trading port in China.
Therefore, the various powers in Europe sent their own ambassadors and merchants.
Among them, many chefs had traveled across the sea to come here.
That damned fatty Bajru turned a deaf ear to everyone's discussion.
He walked to a meat stall and casually fiddled with it.
"Hmph, look for yourselves…!”
"Vegetables covered in soil, meat that was cut into a mess and piled up in a mess!”
"There are even disgusting things like frogs and snakes!”
Bajeru was speechless, his face full of disgust.
He put on a high and mighty appearance and continued.
"This country has no concept of food at all!”
"Every time I come to this stinky market, I feel disgusted!”
Bajeru raised his orchid fingers and said arrogantly.
He casually walked to a stall selling sauce.
He picked up one of the jars and threw it away.
Bang!
The jar was smashed into pieces, and the spicy sauce inside flowed everywhere.
"Ah! My sauce!"
The stall owner looked at the pool of sauce on the ground and wanted to cry.
"Aiya! Sorry, this market is too chaotic!”
Bajeru said arrogantly.
"You bastard! Do you know how long it took me to make this sauce?”
The stall owner chased after him, wanting to argue with Bajeru.
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