Saint Eyes: The Magic Doctor

"Are you friends with Zhou?" Pierre Cardane looked surprised. He stared at Wu Lai and looked him up and down. After a while, he said, "Then, Zhou Yiding taught you a lot, right?"    

    

Wu Lai nodded and did not explain in detail.    

    

Pierre Cardane finally understood. He looked like he could not be blamed.    

    

To be Zhou's disciple, his culinary skills would definitely surpass many people. It wasn't surprising that Wu Lai could represent Huaxia in the battle.    

    

"That's good. Then, I wonder, Wu, do you know anything about French dishes? " Pierre Cardane asked carefully.    

    

If it was someone else facing Pierre Cardane's question, they would definitely be too lazy to answer. This was the Chef Competition, and the two of them were competitors. Who would ask their competitors if they had any knowledge about the field they were good at?    

    

However, Wu Lai could tell what it meant.    

    

This was the meaning of asking him for guidance. To be precise, Pierre Cardane seemed to want Wu Lai to teach him French cuisine.    

    

"How did you know I know French cuisine?" Wu Lai blinked his eyes and asked.    

    

"Every time Master Chef comes to China to participate in the competition, I will ask him about the whereabouts of next week. For the past few years, you were the only one who answered me. The rest of the Chinese talked to me in a longing tone. But you are different. Your tone is very calm. Just like how you and Zhou have known each other for many years. Plus, you are also the Master Chef of Huaxia. Defeating all the previous Master Chef means that... Your culinary skills must have reached a terrifying level. A chef who could make Zhou like him and teach him. I think he's the same as Zhou. He's the kind of existence that makes the whole world tremble."    

    

As he spoke, Pierre Cardane smiled bitterly. There were only six chefs from the International Chef Competition participating in the competition, and they represented the six continents. However, no matter which batch it was, it would always be him who was ranked second, and China's number one.    

    

The first place was often replaced, but the second place would always be him.    

    

In the past, he had tried to become the first place, but that time, after witnessing Zhou's culinary skills and the amazing culinary skills, he had already lost the will to fight for the first place.    

    

Especially that time, Zhou Xing had used French dishes to defeat him!    

    

From then on, he had not only crazily researched his own dishes. Still learning cooking from all over the world, trying to get some inspiration from it. Every time he felt that he had improved, but every time... He fell at the last moment, China was like a nightmare to him.    

    

Wu Lai nodded. "How about this, let's talk tomorrow. We just got off the plane not long ago. We want to have a good rest."    

    

"Do the two of you need to eat? Do you need me to bring you here to experience the local customs of France?" Pierre Cardane asked again.    

    

He originally wanted to refuse, but after thinking for a while, he said, "That's fine. I haven't eaten at all, so I'll have to trouble you."    

    

"It's fine, it's fine. There's a saying in China, 'A friend comes from afar.' As the host, of course I have to treat you well. By the way, this Van Hill Hotel is the hotel I'm working at. I'll cook it myself later so that Wu can come and see if I have any flaws." Pierre Cardane's eyes lit up and he hurriedly said. His eyes involuntarily drifted to Murong Yan who was on the other side.