"Hmph, a show-off." Pierre glanced at Wang Jianye, his lips curled up, a hint of disdain in his eyes.

But in his heart he was secretly amazed at Wang Jianye's skillful and unique technique.

Wang Jianye still ignored Pierre's provocation. He continued to focus on his dishes and strived for perfection in every detail.

He gently picked up a basil leaf and placed it on the noodles as a final embellishment. The green basil leaf contrasted with the red tomato sauce and the white noodles.

The competition was in full swing, and Pierre's French steak was sizzling and smelling delicious.

He looked at Wang Jianye proudly and said, "This is delicious food."

Wang Jianye's pasta was also tumbling in the pot. He stirred it gently with a confident smile on his face.

"Don't be too happy too soon," said Pierre.

Wang Jianye remained silent, but just quickened his movements.

As time passed, the two of them finished their dishes one after another.

Pierre's French steak was presented on the plate with attractive color and exquisite side dishes.

Wang Jianye's pasta has distinct strands and the meat sauce is rich.

No judges were invited to this competition, or in other words, Wang Jianye and Pierre were each other's judges.

Wang Jianye began to taste it, and Pierre watched his expression nervously.

"Well, this steak is good, cooked to perfection." Wang Jianye said.

Pierre had a smug smile on his face.

But when Pierre tasted Wang Jianye's pasta, he couldn't help but nod and praise: "This pasta has an excellent texture and rich flavor, and is in no way inferior to the authentic method."

Pierre's face changed.

Wang Jianye looked at Pierre with a smile, "Mr. Pierre, cooking has no borders. Only by learning from each other can we make progress."

Pierre was silent for a moment, then held out his hand, "Mr. Wang, you have convinced me. I really underestimated the strength of Chinese chefs."

Warm applause broke out in all Wang's restaurants, and the cooking exchange competition came to an end in a friendly atmosphere.

……

After Pierre returned to his foreign country, full of emotion and respect, he decided to share his wonderful experience in the Hua Xia Wang Family Hotels with more people.

He sat at the desk in his study, the light shining softly on the manuscript paper in front of him.

The pen in Pierre's hand rustled as he carefully recalled every moment and every intoxicating dish at Wang's All-Season Restaurant.

A few days later, Pierre's report on his trip to China appeared on the headlines of major foreign newspapers.

In the article, he used passionate and sincere words to describe the unique charm of all Wang's hotels.

“The moment I stepped into Wang’s All-in-One Restaurant, it was like walking into a wonderland of gourmet food. Every dish there is a perfect combination of art and taste.”

Pierre wrote, "Wang Jianye, the owner of Wang's All-in-One Restaurant, is a true master chef. His understanding of ingredients and his mastery of cooking techniques make me, who considers myself an expert in cooking, deeply admire him."

He described in detail the lively scenes in all Wang's restaurants, the satisfied smiles of the diners, and the delicious dishes that left people with endless aftertaste.

"Their pasta is chewy and the meat sauce is rich and mellow. Every bite seems to tell a touching story. And the French steak, Wang's full-line restaurant makes a different flavor, but it is not inferior to our local method at all."

Pierre also mentioned the strong cultural atmosphere in all Wang's restaurants. "There, eating is not just to satisfy your appetite, but also a cultural experience and spiritual nourishment."

At the end of the article, he strongly recommended that if foreigners have the opportunity to go to BJ, they must go to Wang's Full-service Restaurant for dinner.

“The food there is absolutely authentic and will give you a whole new understanding and experience of Chinese cuisine.”

This report caused a huge sensation, and many foreigners were curious and yearning for Wang's entire chain of hotels.

For a time, the name of Wang's full-line restaurants became known to more and more people abroad, becoming the representative of Chinese cuisine in their hearts. …

After Pierre's report spread to foreign countries, the reputation of all Wang's hotels spread like a spring breeze, blowing into the hearts of countless foreign friends.

Every day, tourists from all over the world gather in front of Wang's All Series Restaurants. They come to Wang's All Series Restaurants with their yearning and curiosity for delicious food.

The Wang family restaurants were bustling with people.

At the dining table, people of different skin colors and languages ​​chatted and laughed happily with each other.

Wang Jianye stood at the kitchen door. He was tall and straight, with a square face and a pair of bright and sharp eyes, revealing the wisdom and calmness accumulated over the years.

Looking at this bustling scene, my heart is filled with emotion and thought.

He knew very well that in order to better serve these guests who came from afar, all Wang's hotels needed to make new changes.

"Wang Yijun, Cheng Jie, come here." Wang Jianye shouted to his busy apprentices.

Wang Yijun walked over quickly. He had a sturdy build, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and he looked very clever.

Cheng Jie also followed. He was a little short, with an honest face, but his eyes were full of dedication to cooking.

"See, with so many foreign guests, we have to add some classic foreign dishes to the menu." Wang Jianye looked determined.

Wang Yijun's eyes lit up: "Master, this is a good idea, but you are the only one who can cook foreign dishes, and this is not an easy task."

Cheng Jie also nodded and wiped the sweat from his forehead: "Master, we will learn from you."

Wang Jianye smiled and said, "Okay, let's get started!"

The kitchen was filled with steam and fragrance.

"When cooking this pasta, you have to control the heat well. It shouldn't be too soft or too hard." Wang Jianye explained while cooking.

Wang Yijun stared closely, taking notes quickly with the pen in his hand, his forehead slightly wrinkled with concentration.

Cheng Jie was eager to try. He rolled up his sleeves, revealing his strong arms: "Master, let me try."

"Don't be anxious, take a good look first." Wang Jianye said.

As the days passed, Wang Yijun and Cheng Jie devoted themselves to their studies.

"Master, why do I always feel that the seasoning is not right?" Wang Yijun frowned, his face covered with flour, like a little cat.

Wang Jianye took a bite and said: "Try more. It takes experience to master the taste."

Cheng Jie was sweating profusely, his hair was wet and stuck to his forehead: "It's too difficult to master the cooking time of this steak."

Wang Jianye encouraged: "Don't be discouraged, if you are not good enough, practice more."

Their hearts are full of desire for success and strict demands on themselves.

Finally, Kung Fu pays off.

"Master, please try the baked snails I made." Wang Yijun looked at Wang Jianye expectantly, his eyes full of nervousness and anticipation.

After tasting it, Wang Jianye showed a satisfied smile on his face: "Not bad, there is progress."

Cheng Jie also said excitedly, his face flushed with excitement: "Master, I feel like I'm almost there too."

As time went by, Wang Yijun and Cheng Jie's skills became more and more sophisticated.

"You two can cook foreign food for me." Wang Jianye said with satisfaction, his eyes full of pride.

Wang Yijun and Cheng Jie smiled at each other, their eyes full of pride. (End of this chapter)