"I have really tasted it in Zhongjiang, and the taste is the same as the heat." Wang Xu said with a smile. After saying that, he turned his head and looked at the waiter next to him and asked, "Is the chef who makes this dish a girl in his twenties?"
"How did you know?" The waiter asked in surprise. Wang Xu and his friends were having dinner. She had been standing by the side. She could naturally hear the conversation between Wang Xu and Gao Xuemin just now. She originally thought that Wang Xu was bragging, but she didn't expect that Wang Xu would reveal the identity of the chef in one go.
The identities of several chefs in the Imperial House are not a secret. Some of them are famous chefs in the country. Showing the identities of these chefs is a means of attracting customers. However, the chef who makes braised pork came only a few years ago. Because he was young, it is difficult for outsiders to know that except for the internal staff of the Imperial House, he heard that Wang Xu’s accent was not a native of Kyoto, so he knew that this young man had really eaten similar dishes before.
Gao Xuemin and Yun Chongzhi were also surprised when the waiter spoke in such a surprising tone. They stared at Wang Xu strangely. Gao Xuemin even asked, "Do you know this chef?"
"I don't know, but I think I guessed her identity?" Wang Xu shook his head and sighed in his heart. He really guessed it well. The chef was probably Liang Baohui's daughter. Originally, Wang Xu thought the other party was in Hong Kong, but he didn't expect that he was in Kyoto and was encountered by him. It was really a matter of the world, and it was a coincidence that he would make a book.
"He is very famous?" Gao Xuemin asked in confusion.
"That's right." Wang Xu nodded, then looked at the waiter and said, "I don't know if I can meet the other person. You can tell her that I know his father."
Hearing Wang Xu's request, the waiter hurriedly said, "Wait a minute, I'll ask the manager. As long as the chef himself has no objection, we will not stop him." After that, he walked to the side and called.
"What's going on? Why am I getting more and more confused?" Gao Xuemin asked.
"Let's talk about it when you meet someone. This place is not convenient to explain." Wang Xu smiled faintly. If the other party is really Liang Baohui's daughter, and has signed up for next year's Hong Kong Cooking Competition, his identity should be very sensitive. He needs to see the other party before he can decide on the specific situation.
Liang Baohui's condition is very serious. Even though he has been helping to delay for a while, it is still unknown whether he can delay until next year. If this chef is really Liang Baohui's daughter, Liang Baohui's wish should be fulfilled.
Seeing that Wang Xu was unwilling to say more, Gao Xuemin didn't ask questions. The three of them were waiting while eating. The waiter called and told Wang Xu that the person in charge of the hotel had already passed the message. If the chef wanted to, he would come here in person.
Several famous chefs in the Yushi Mansion have very high identities. Sometimes they only cook a few dishes a day, and even the managers of the hotel cannot force them. Their salary is high. This is the reason why the Yushi Mansion attracts so many chefs.
About twenty minutes later, there were rapid footsteps outside the private room. Then a beautiful woman about twenty-four years old walked in, wearing a casual casual outfit, her hair was casually tied behind her head, her face was red and her face was full of anxiety. When she entered the door, she asked, "I don't know which distinguished guest wants to see me?"
Wang Xu hurriedly stood up and smiled, "It's my own risk that I want to meet the lady, and I hope it won't disturb you." As he said that, Wang Xu reached out and made a call: "If the lady doesn't mind, sit down and talk."
The girl who came in nodded, nodded generously to Wang Xu and the other two, and walked to the dining table. The waiter hurriedly added a stool and a pair of chopsticks.
"I heard that sir knows my father. Do sir know my father's name?" After sitting down, the girl asked impatiently.
"He has two names, one is Liang Baohui and the other is Liang Baoming. I wonder which one is Miss?" Wang Xu said.
Listening to the name Wang Xu's mouth, the girl's breathing suddenly became rapid. She didn't care about Gao Xuemin and Yun Chongzhi sitting next to her, and grabbed Wang Xu's arm and said, "You really know him, is he okay?" As she asked, tears flowed out of the girl's eyes and her voice choked up.
"It's very bad, there's only a small lifespan left, and I don't know how long it can last." Wang Xu sighed and said the truth. Now he could be sure that this girl is definitely Liang Baohui's daughter.
"How could it be..." The tears in the girl's eyes dripped down instantly, and she said with a sob, and she burst into tears after the words were expressed.
"Miss, don't be sad. He is still alive and you still have a chance to meet." Wang Xu said comforting.
The girl then felt her loss of composure and hurriedly wiped her tears and said, "You can laugh at me. Before you can introduce yourself, my name is Liang Qianru."
When Wang Xu heard the girl telling her name, he nodded in a clear way. This girl is indeed Liang Baohui, the one Liang Qianru who signed up for the Hong Kong Island Cooking Competition.
"It's nothing, I can understand your mood." Wang Xu said with a faint smile, and then introduced himself, and also introduced Gao Xuemin and Yun Chongzhi.
"So you are Mr. Gao. I have heard of your name for a long time, but I didn't expect to see a real person." Hearing that the person sitting was Mr. Gao, Gao, Liang Qianru hurriedly stood up and greeted him.
"Sit down, you're welcome, I'm just a bad old man." Gao Xuemin waved his hand. Through the conversation between Wang Xu and Liang Qianru, Gao Xuemin also guessed something and asked tentatively: "If I remember correctly, the Hong Kong chef god more than 20 years ago was Liang Baohui, but your father?"
"Yes, my father is the chef god at the Hong Kong Cooking Competition more than 20 years ago. Later, he was framed. My mother and I always thought he had been killed, but I didn't expect that he was still alive." Liang Qianru nodded and whispered, her mood was much better than before. It can be seen that this girl is very strong and must have suffered a lot in the past years?
"It turns out to be the chef god, no wonder." Yun Chongzhi couldn't help but sigh.
"After my father was framed, my mother and I escaped by chance, and my grandfather was also lucky enough to live. Our family escaped to the mainland. My cooking skills were taught by my grandfather. Unfortunately, he had passed away six years ago." Liang Qianru murmured.
After saying that, Liang Qianru turned her head and looked at Wang Xu and said, "Mr. Wang, can you tell me in detail about my father's affairs? I have never seen him before when I grew up so old, but in my heart, he is my idol."
"Of course there is no problem with this." Wang Xu nodded, starting from the dish of braised pork, and slowly told Liang Qianru what happened. He said it very carefully, and Liang Qianru also listened carefully. When Wang Xu finished speaking, Liang Qianru cried again, and her cheeks were filled with tears.
"Your father learned that you were participating in the Hong Kong Cooking Competition next year, and then he realized that you were alive, rekindled his desire for life and asked me to help him delay until next year's Spring Festival. However, his situation is very serious. I am not sure whether he can delay until next year. Fortunately, good people will be rewarded, and your father and daughter will finally have a good time to meet you. Maybe when you see you, he will be in a good mood and will also relieve the condition." Wang Xu whispered. (To be continued. Please search for Piaotianwen, the novel is better and faster!)