Master Zhou shook his head: "no! I just hope to be a kitchen helper for Mr. Wu and study around. It's enough to teach me a little when you're free."
"Don't be so polite. I'm not used to it." Even though his status has been equal to that of countless older generations, Wu Lai is still not used to this kind of people who should be his elders talking to him in such a polite tone that he feels uncomfortable.
"The first is the one who reaches it, which is only the most basic respect for Mr. Wu..."
"My name is Wu Lai. Just call my name." Wu Lai hurriedly interrupted master Zhou, and his goose bumps were about to get up.
"But..."
"Don't be so bad, or I'll join." Suddenly, he got up and looked like he was leaving.
"No! Wu Lai!" Master Zhou shouted hurriedly.
"That's right." Wu Lai sat down satisfied and said, "if it's wide, I'm sure. Cooking is just some dishes taught by my grandfather, but I won't do anything else. Well, give me the recipes of all major cuisines, and I'll learn them on the spot."
On site learning?!
Master Zhou opened his mouth and stammered, "this... This is not very good? On-site learning? Each cuisine has taken countless time to accumulate. Every chef has spent countless time studying to master the cuisine, if it is just a recipe..."
"Recipes are enough." Wu Lai waved his hand, "that's enough for me."
Thinking of Wu Lai's exaggerated actions when cooking just now, compared with making a movie, master Zhou had to nod his head and let someone get the recipe.
Soon, the recipes of the eight major cuisines were all in Wu Lai's hands.
Wu Lai didn't talk nonsense. He picked up the recipe and began to read it quickly.
Master Zhou saw Wu Lai's rough way of turning books and wanted to talk. After all, he held it all in his mouth and said nothing.
At this speed, did he see the name of each dish clearly?
Wu Lai, where is reading? It's just turning the page! In less than a minute, he read eight thick recipes directly!
He put down the recipe, got up and said, "well, I've learned all the eight cuisines."
"Learned?!" Master Zhou blinked, looked at Wu Lai, and looked at those recipes. Did you learn? I don't think I've learned it anyway?
If others say such words, master Zhou scolds directly without saying a word, but this is Wu Lai. He dare not say a word after practicing. Just cast a confused look.
"Don't you believe it?" Wu Lai saw master Zhou like this, and he asked.
"No..."
"I see. You really don't believe it." Wu Lai nodded and gave it to no one. He would not believe that he mastered the eight major cuisines at that moment. He said, "well, you and I come to the kitchen, and I'll show you the eight major cuisines. You can choose any one of them. If one of them is not good, I'll just leave."
"That's not what I mean, Mr. Wu..."
"My name is Wu Lai."
"Wu Lai, I don't mean that. You can't go. I'm just curious." Master Zhou wiped the cold sweat on his forehead and said cautiously.
Wu Lai didn't reply, but simply walked to the kitchen. Since he was worried, the best way was to prove what he said with this action.