Then, the aunt gave up the idea of adopting the Maltese. However, she couldn't let it go even if she didn't care about it. Therefore, she came to feed the Maltese every few days. Gradually, she found that the Maltese's skin disease could be cured without any medicine. After the Maltese grew long hair, it looked especially obedient and cute. Thus, the aunt rekindled the idea of adopting the Maltese.
However, the Maltese with mixed fur that had been abandoned became more vigilant and completely ignored her.
Seeing the Maltese refuse to move, the aunt had to leave resentfully.
After taking a short nap, Yuan Zhou slept until 4: 00 in the afternoon. Suddenly, he woke up.
He took out his phone and looked at it. Yuan Zhou was a little absent-minded. Suddenly, he thought of an important thing and then muttered to himself helplessly, "I seem to have forgotten to have lunch."
Yuan Zhou had intended to take a short nap and then get up to cook lunch, but he fell asleep directly. Now, he woke up with the reminder of his stomach.
The situation directly caused Yuan Zhou to prepare to reward himself.
He got up and washed up first before going downstairs to the kitchen with a sound of "Dong Dong Dong".
Under such circumstances, only three dishes and one soup could soothe his soul. Yuan Zhou straightforwardly chose the three newly obtained dishes and a serving of Egg Fried Rice Set. Yuan Zhou was very patient when it came to cooking delicacies.
Every time he cooked for himself, Yuan Zhou would slightly add in the perfection of his own understanding. With the guidance of the techniques passed down by the system, Yuan Zhou had never failed. Therefore, every time he cooked, it was a new understanding and improvement of his techniques.
Delicious food made people happy. Especially when eating the delicious food cooked by himself, Yuan Zhou was in an even better mood.
In the evening, the customers found that Yuan Zhou looked quite gentle today. Sometimes, he even cared about whether they needed to take pictures or not.
"Boss Yuan, are you okay?" Wu Hai asked inconceivably.
"Nothing. I just asked if you would post it on your WeChat Moments." Yuan Zhou indicated that he was also a person who could keep up with the trend.
"When did you see me post that kind of thing?" Wu Hai looked at Yuan Zhou carefully and said angrily when he found there was no problem.
"Oh." Yuan Zhou revealed a contemptuous expression as if he were saying he was an old antique.
"Are you looking down on me? It's a pity that you can't play those games yourself." Wuhai was unmoved like a mountain and directly exposed her.
That's right, Yuan Zhou didn't know how to play those games, and Wuhai already knew that.
Yuan Zhou directly ignored it, and the whole night passed in fear. After all, when an old-fashioned Yuan Zhou suddenly paid attention to his Moments, the diners did not know what to do.
However, the customers' worries came true. They saw a familiar white A4 paper hanging on the door of the Yuanzhou shop.
On it was written, "The boss is looking for inspiration. Open at night."
These few lines of words confirmed the customers' conjectures.
"That's why I said Boss Yuan was acting strangely yesterday," a customer who was jogging and eating breakfast said with certainty.
"Exactly. This guy didn't even inform me when we were so close to each other." The owner of the bakery, Manman, said angrily.
"Little girl, I'm afraid only Xiaoyun will be notified by Boss Yuan first." The grandpa carried his hands behind his back and went back along the original path.
"Yeah. Boss Yuan will definitely inform Mu Xiaoyun as soon as possible. Why don't we ask her next time?" Manman suddenly thought of it and suggested.
The several people in front of the door began to discuss the feasibility of this matter seriously.
Dressed in comfortable casual clothes, Yuan Zhou went out early in the morning and didn't sleep in at all.
Although the mission was very important, improving his culinary skills was more important. Therefore, Yuan Zhou went out to look for delicious food.
When he walked to the intersection, he waved his hand. "Zi", a taxi stopped in front of Yuan Zhou.
"Where are we going?" The driver turned his head and asked.
"To Baisheng Road." Yuan Zhou directly told him the address.
"Ok." The driver answered and directly turned the corner, heading towards Baisheng Road.
The place they were going to this time was a place famous for its porridge. The current function of Yuan Zhou's new computer was to search for various delicacies and then find a chance to taste them.
In the car, Yuan Zhou took out a small notebook with a light blue shell from his trouser pocket silently, on which five places were recorded. These were the places that Yuan Zhou needed to eat today.
The street in the morning wasn't too congested because he was going to the gourmet street. Just in a little while, Yuan Zhou arrived at the place and got off after paying the taxi fare.
He took out the small notebook again and looked at it.
"Go straight for 200 meters." Yuan Zhou muttered silently.
Then, Yuan Zhou began to walk straight along the street.
After 200 meters, Yuan Zhou raised his head and found it wasn't the Baisheng Porridge City at all, but a KTV.
He looked back, raised his head and took out the small notebook to check again. Then, he found he didn't go the wrong way. Then, Yuan Zhou became puzzled. He stood still and thought for a while. Finally, he decided to ask someone.
"Excuse me. Can you tell me where the Baisheng Porridge City is?" Yuan Zhou took a step forward and asked the sanitation worker who was cleaning the road politely.
"It's on the second floor in front." The sanitation worker pointed at the place where Yuan Zhou had just got off the car and said enthusiastically.
"Thank you." Yuan Zhou first thanked him politely and then covered his forehead speechlessly.
While walking back, he murmured, "What a trashy map. It ruined my youth and wasted my time. It's just trying to cheat me into topping up money."
When he walked back to the place where he had just gotten off the car, he raised his head and saw the four big red characters hanging on the second floor. There was also a conspicuous door on the first floor. Then, Yuan Zhou became more depressed.
It was the greeter at the door that saved Yuan Zhou.
A clear and melodious voice said, "Sir, how many of you are there?"
"One, by the window. Thank you." Yuan Zhou raised his head and said courteously.
"Ok. Please follow me." The tall and slim greeter straightforwardly led Yuan Zhou to the elevator and went to the second floor.
After arranging Yuan Zhou to sit down at a table for two by the window, she called the waiter to order dishes for Yuan Zhou.
However, Yuan Zhou already had a purpose. He said straightforwardly, "One serving of Soup Dumplings, one serving of plain rice porridge, one serving of vegetable porridge and one serving of Golden Thread Pancake."
"Ok. One moment, please." The waiter wrote it down earnestly.
These dishes had all been checked by Yuan Zhou. They were the specialties of this place and were said to be very delicious.
This Baisheng Porridge City was a little similar to Cantonese Cuisine. It was open from morning till night and was most famous for its snacks and porridge. It was only 9: 00 now, but the seats in the main hall were almost full. One could imagine the business. It was really good.
"Sir, here's your plain rice porridge and side dishes. The remaining dishes will take a while."
The waiter set down a small black earthenware pot and a stack of side dishes and said courteously.
"Thank you." Yuan Zhou nodded his head. Not until the waiter left did he take out a pen and a small notebook from his pocket where he had just recorded the position. Only after putting them aside did he start to eat.
He picked up the spoon with his left hand and lightly knocked it against the earthenware pot, emitting a clear and melodious sound of "Peng". The plain rice porridge was cooked fine and thick. When he stirred it slightly, the fragrance of the rice grains spread out. It looked really good now.
He scooped up a spoonful and blew on it slightly before stuffing it into his mouth. At that time, he picked up a piece of side dish with his right hand and sent it into his mouth.
The words "chew carefully and swallow slowly" were clearly reflected by Yuan Zhou. After eating the first mouthful, Yuan Zhou didn't stop but continued to eat three more mouthfuls.
He put down the spoon and chopsticks, picked up the pen and started to write something on the small notebook …
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