The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 975 Family Dinner
The engine vibrated slightly and the vehicle sped away.

However, when I turned around and looked back, I saw a huge sea of ​​people filling the entire street. There was an illusion that half of New York was gathered here. As the car went farther and farther away, the surging crowd became more and more grand and majestic, and the impact continued to increase.

So, is this the energy of Hollywood?

After a period of turmoil, Nora came back to her senses and realized that, even if Anson was fine, why did Lucas also look so calm?

And, more importantly, "Lucas, why are you here?"

Lucas looked in the rearview mirror and glanced at Anson meaningfully.

It turned out that Anson looked back at him as if it was a matter of course, as if he didn't understand the meaning of his eyes at all. In the end, Lucas was defeated.

"Dinner." Lucas's eyes were still in the rearview mirror, but this time they were directed at Nora. "I made a reservation for dinner in advance to celebrate Anson's winning the Palme d'Or and the successful conclusion of his European tour."

Sure enough, Nora immediately became happy, "Lucas, well done. I told your father the other day that we should prepare a party and let Darren help invite special guests to celebrate Anson."

Anson was a little helpless, "Mom..."

Nora patted Anson's arm and said, "I know you will be working on a production soon, and you need time to read scripts instead of partying."

"But if we have a dinner together and celebrate a little, that's fine, right?"

"Unfortunately, your father is still in Los Angeles and can't make it here, but the three of us are enough. Your father is not important, we are the Wood family."

Charles Wood: ???
"Lucas, where is your appointment?"

Lucas, "Chef Keller."

Nora, "Oh, Thomas, not bad, you really have good taste."

In New York, there are innumerable top restaurants, covering different price ranges, levels and styles. There are aristocratic restaurants that cater to the middle class, secret restaurants that focus on private services, flavor restaurants that provide special services, and so on. Choosing a restaurant is a science.

For most people, five-star hotels and Michelin three-star restaurants often mean top-notch quality, and popular restaurants that require reservations six months or even a full year in advance often mean nobility.

This is a fact.

However, the truly knowledgeable elites more or less know some of their own secret restaurants that are away from the public eye. Ordinary people may not even know the existence of these restaurants if they don’t have the connections, and naturally have no way of entering them.

The Woods have not yet reached this level as they do not have enough foundation and capital.

But thanks to the nature of their work, they are able to move among the top elite class, and over time, they slowly open the door to the mysterious world.

Thomas-Keller is a French chef working in New York. His French restaurant "Buffet" in Hell's Kitchen is not listed in any guide or ranking, but it has made a name for itself among the elite by combining French cuisine with the flavors of the American South.

Most importantly, privacy is well protected in the "self-service" restaurant. The restaurant provides a separate room for each group of guests, ensuring that customers can enjoy the food alone without any disturbance and have confidential conversations. In New York, where every inch of land is valuable, this service is rare.

Rumor has it that the capital behind Thomas Keller comes from a real estate tycoon who loves food - a wealthy man who owns his own building in New York.

But real insiders know that the real estate tycoon is too high-profile and cannot keep a low profile at all. A restaurant like "Buffet" does not suit his personality and taste at all. The real financial backer behind Thomas Keller is a newspaper tycoon from Boston.

Of course, food remains the focus.

So, when people mention this restaurant, they often don’t mention the name of the restaurant, but the name of the chef, just like referring to a movie by its director.

"Luca, are you serious..."

In the restaurant's private room dominated by red, white and blue, Anson sat down with a helpless look on his face.

"I just came back from France, and you picked a French restaurant?" Lucas said calmly, "You know there are French restaurants everywhere in New York. If you want to find a high-end British restaurant, it won't be that easy."

Anson, “Is there haute cuisine in England?”

Lucas, “See, that’s my point.”

An unintentional complaint is the most deadly.

The relationship between the United States and France has always been quite delicate. The United States admires France. In terms of language, literature, movies, paintings, etc., France often represents heritage and quality; however, France despises the United States. Its assembly line fast-food culture is full of the smell of money, and this relationship has penetrated into daily life.

Of course, this also includes diet.

In New York, there are more than 6,000 French restaurants in a small area - slightly less than Italian restaurants, mainly because Italian family restaurants or pizza restaurants win by quantity, from high-end cuisine to home-style meals, from professional cuisine to fusion cuisine.

People often joke that if a man in the United States can speak French, he has conquered half of the women.

This is a joke, but there is some truth behind it.

Nora smiled. "This is not authentic French food. Obviously, it is not as authentic as the French food. But it just so happens that the food you tasted on the Cote d'Azur was not authentic French food. The food here is combined with the style of American Southern cuisine, which should be a challenge."

Anson shook his head slightly. In just one short sentence, the Parisians looked down on the southern cuisine represented by Marseille, and the French looked down on American cuisine. He casually swept them all under the carpet. Wasn't he too busy?
"Mom, relax, relax, we are not at a complaining conference now." Anson tried to cool down the situation.

Nora said seriously, "I'm not complaining."

knock knock.

There was a knock at the door—

The waiter has just left the menu and wine list. Wouldn't it be too hasty for him to come and ask about the wine and beverage options now?
The three of them exchanged glances, and finally Lucas said loudly, "Come in."

The door of the room opened, and a middle-aged man in his forties appeared. He was wearing a professional chef's uniform but no chef's hat. His hair was neatly combed and he had a smile on his face, with the unique French charm.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen."

As soon as he opened his mouth, he had an obvious French accent, which caught people's attention easily.

The person in front of him was actually chef Thomas Keller!

He smiled and bowed slightly to greet us politely and gentlemanly.

Nora did not hide her surprise. In her impression, Thomas Keller was arrogant and aloof, with a temper as bad as a stone in a toilet. He would not easily bow his head in front of anyone, and his social skills were a mess.

Arrogant because of his talent.

In the eyes of others, this is a manifestation of talent and nothing big.

The more so, the more popular it is.

However, tonight?

Nora quickly controlled herself and asked politely, "Chef Keller, good evening. It's an honor to have you dine with us tonight."

Thomas bowed slightly. "Welcome, I hope you have a wonderful evening. Earlier, Mr. Wood said that he didn't mind me coming to say hello..."

Ok?
What's going on?

(End of this chapter)