From Zhou Xi's respectful and admiring attitude, it could be seen that Wuhai's painting was quite precious.
It was no exaggeration to say that it was worth at least seven digits. Many people would be willing to commit murder and arson to get it.
Under such circumstances, was it really okay to not consider theft?
"What theft? Is there anything valuable in Wu Shou's house? "Manman suddenly interrupted.
"Isn't there …" A customer came to a realization. "You're right. The most valuable thing in Shameless Wu's house is his 50 kilograms of meat."
They didn't understand. Since Wuhai's painting was so valuable, why didn't he have anything valuable?
A regular customer came out to explain. With Zheng Jiawei around, Wuhai's painting would never fall into the hands of others. There was no exception to this.
Speaking of which, Yuan Zhou, who was eavesdropping openly, discovered another thing.
In the restaurant, Wuhai had the most nicknames: Shameless Wu, Taotie Wu, Wu Shou, Great Thief Wu, Wu Shou, and so on.
Among them, Wu Shou and Great Thief Wu were another story, so I won't talk about them in detail. But from another perspective, Wuhai was quite popular.
Besides eating, he wouldn't quarrel with anyone, although he had a bad temper.
The atmosphere in the restaurant was completely different with or without Wuhai. After all, he could even snatch Broth's food. What else couldn't he make?
While Yuan Zhou was cooking, he was thinking about one thing. What clothes should he wear for the cover photo?
Yes, Yuan Zhou had agreed to the cover interview of Master Chef Magazine.
Of course, the reason why he agreed wasn't because Master Chef Magazine was famous. In fact, compared to Food Discovery Dog, it could only be considered second-rate.
It wasn't because of the system's mission. After all, Yuan Zhou's house was a little comrade of the system, which was different from other systems. Apart from food, he wouldn't participate in other aspects.
One had to know that Yuan Zhou had rejected interview invitations from many top food magazines in the country. Yuan Zhou felt that it was troublesome and a waste of time.
So, when Yuan Zhou agreed, the editor-in-chief of the magazine was dumbfounded. Even though the editor-in-chief was the one who sent the invitation, he didn't expect Yuan Zhou to agree.
When Yuan Zhou was still an assistant chef, the head chef of the restaurant had been interviewed on the cover of the magazine.
Then, the head chef generously distributed a copy of the magazine to everyone in the kitchen. Even Yuan Zhou, the handyman, got a copy.
Yuan Zhou's heart was filled with envy. He secretly wondered if he would have a chance. Now, the chance had come.
The meaning was different, so this magazine could not be judged by whether it was famous or not.
Just as Yuan Zhou was deep in thought, a male voice broke the silence.
"Boss Yuan, I brought you something."
A customer in his thirties, who wasn't tall, carried a bag to Yuan Zhou.
"This is the special coriander," the customer said.
That's right. The bag was filled with coriander. This customer was called Lei Ti, a professional food critic.
Although Lei Ti wasn't as famous as Lee Yanyi, he was pretty good. Besides, the reason why he came to Yuanzhou shop was that he followed Lee Yanyi's footsteps.
Speaking of which, Yuan Zhou's restaurant was quite popular in the circle of food critics. Just like what a certain food critic had said, if one ate something spicy to the tongue and eyes, one could come to Yuan Zhou's restaurant to wash it.
"Thank you. How much is it? I'll give you the change." Yuan Zhou received the bag with both hands.
The coriander in the bag was the same as those in ordinary markets. The reason why Yuan Zhou asked Lei Ti to bring it to him was that Lei Ti had once told a friend that he had eaten a strange dish in a small restaurant in the mountainous area of Dian Province.
The dish was called Stewed Fish. The cooking method was very simple. It was to stew the whitebait in water and then sprinkle chopped green onions and coriander over it before serving it on the table.
It was just an ordinary local dish. Originally, there was nothing special about it. However, as a food critic, Lei Ti's taste buds were very good. He tasted the sourness.
He drank a mouthful of the soup. The freshness of the whitebait and the slight sourness made it the most delicious local dish that Lei Ti had ever eaten.
Therefore, Lei Ti asked if there was any vinegar or lemon juice in the soup. However, the friend insisted that there wasn't any. Of course, Lei Ti believed in his taste buds. Therefore, he asked if there were any other seasonings at home.
The friend said there wasn't any. Lei Ti even specially watched the friend do it again and found that there really wasn't anything added. He was stunned. In the end, he studied it for a long time. That slight sourness actually came from the coriander in the soup.
Lei Ti found it hard to believe that slightly sour coriander. Yuan Zhou also felt that it was very interesting. Therefore, he asked Lei Ti to bring some over when he had the chance.
That was why the current situation was like this.
"It's fine. My friend plucked it for me from the vegetable field. He didn't take my money at all." Lei Ti waved his hand.
"Thank you." Yuan Zhou nodded.
"It's worth it to be able to get two thanks from Boss Yuan," Lei Ti said with a smile. However, as he smiled, he suddenly looked like he was about to cry. The speed at which he changed his expression shocked Yuan Zhou.
"I have a plan. I'm going to Shanghai next week to try a new shop," Lei Ti said.
Yuan Zhou thought for a while. He couldn't understand why Lei Ti looked like he was about to cry. In the end, he said, "Have a safe trip."
"… What safe trip? You're going for a week?" Lei Ti said, "That's why I won't be able to eat Boss Yuan's food for a week. I'm so sad."
"You usually come to my shop once a week. Why are you sad?" Yuan Zhou couldn't understand.
Therefore, Yuan Zhou couldn't talk anymore. Lei Ti didn't want to talk anymore. After saying goodbye, he left quietly.
After the opening hours, Yuan Zhou took out the coriander from the bag with great interest. After washing it with water, he put it into his mouth and ate it raw.
"Hmm … It's indeed sour." Yuan Zhou had never seen sour coriander before.
The reason why he was so interested was because it was a new ingredient. Moreover, it was something that was grown in a small area in the countryside.
On the other hand, Yuan Zhou was sure that the System didn't have this kind of slightly sour coriander.
Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated. Yuan Zhou had already figured out the System's routine. Everything that could be collected from the Internet, circulated in books, or even passed down by word of mouth, the System had everything about food, including dishes that had been lost in history and ingredients that had gone extinct.
This was actually very scary. However, if there was no circulation at all, and there really wasn't any teaching, then it was very likely that there wouldn't be any.
For example, if you created a dish and didn't let others eat it, who would know?
The reason why local dishes were called local dishes was not because they were local. There was no derogatory meaning to it. It was because people used the most primitive ingredients to cook food according to local conditions.
Every shop was different. The stewed fish that Lei Ti ate might be similar in other places, but it was definitely different.
It was necessary to let the System little comrade fill in the gaps. Most importantly, he could extort some benefits from it.
Looking at the special coriander, Yuan Zhou wanted to die …
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