Dinner time was coming to an end. After Ling Hong and the others had left, Grandpa Jia followed the last few people and walked into the restaurant.
"I'm late today. Has my cheap grandson left already?" Grandpa Jia asked with a smile as soon as he entered the restaurant with a cloth bag in his hand.
That's right. At the request of Grandfather Ling, Ling Hong was now willing to call Grandpa Jia grandpa. He was also very respectful during normal times.
"Grandpa Jia, Brother Ling has left for quite a while," Zhou Jia said.
"Yeah, that brat must have gone to play again," Grandpa Jia shook his head and said.
Zhou Jia just smiled and didn't say anything. Instead, Engineer Cheng at the side spoke.
"Grandpa, why are you so late today?" Engineer Cheng asked.
"I went to get something at someone's request. This is good stuff," Grandpa Jia shook the cloth bag in his hand and said mysteriously.
"What is it?" Engineer Cheng and Zhou Jia asked at the same time.
"Little Boss Yuan, I also brought one for you," Grandpa Jia said to Yuan Zhou with a smile and didn't answer them.
"You brought it for me?" Yuan Zhou looked at Grandpa Jia curiously.
"Yeah. We don't have it here, but the food there is delicious. I've eaten it before," Grandpa Jia said as he sat down.
"It's definitely good stuff," Yuan Zhou said gently.
"It's not really good stuff. It's just that it's not commonly seen here. Take a look and see if you recognize it." Grandpa Jia opened the cloth bag and showed it to Yuan Zhou.
The cloth bag was gray and wrapped in a plastic bag. It must be waterproof because there was a small bag of what looked like pickles inside. It was a small bag of chopped vegetables.
"Do you recognize it?" Grandpa Jia looked at Yuan Zhou and asked.
"Pickled vegetables," Yuan Zhou answered.
"Sure enough, there's nothing that Little Boss Yuan doesn't recognize. Jia Jia, get me a bowl of Soaked Rice. I'll eat it with pickled vegetables today," Grandpa Jia didn't mind that Yuan Zhou called out the name of the dish. Instead, he started to order his dishes.
"Okay, please wait for a moment, Grandpa Jia," Zhou Jia nodded.
"This is for you. I don't have any more." Grandpa Jia took out another small bag of pickled vegetables from the cloth bag and handed it to Yuan Zhou.
"Thank you," Yuan Zhou took it with both hands after washing the oil and smoke on his hands.
"Don't mention it. Have some Soaked Rice with me in the morning," Grandpa Jia said.
"Um. You can come over to drink some porridge with us next time," Yuan Zhou said conveniently.
"That's great." Grandpa Jia didn't refuse and directly agreed.
"I will put it upstairs," Yuan Zhou said to Grandpa Jia.
Grandpa Jia nodded. Then, he said to the remaining customers, "Everybody, I will go upstairs to put down the gifts. Please wait for a moment."
"Go ahead. Anyway, I haven't ordered dishes yet." The customers waved their hands one after another, indicating that they didn't mind.
Only then did Yuan Zhou quickly go upstairs with the pickled vegetables and put them in his room.
After Yuan Zhou went downstairs, he immediately went back to the kitchen and cooked earnestly. Moreover, his cooking speed increased. Of course, his craftsmanship didn't decline.
"The pickled vegetables go well with the rice. It's just that the rice is too little," Grandpa Jia said while eating.
"Grandpa Jia, you are wrong." A man wearing a fisherman's hat and looking a little wretched said righteously.
"What's wrong?" Grandpa Jia was puzzled.
"It's not that the rice is too little in Boss Yuan's restaurant. There aren't many dishes," the man pulled his empty plate and said firmly.
"Haw-haw. Yes, yes. There aren't many dishes," Grandpa Jia immediately laughed.
"It's just too little. How's your live broadcast recently, Grandpa Jia?" the man nodded his head and then asked.
"It's pretty good. The audience seems to like me very much," Grandpa Jia said proudly.
"In my opinion, you can also talk during the live broadcast. I'm afraid that the number of viewers will drop if you keep riding the tricycle and don't talk," the young man wearing the fisherman's hat suggested.
"Yeah. Grandpa Jia, your stories are really good. If you talk during the live broadcast, you will definitely get more viewers," a young girl at the side immediately chimed in.
"That's not necessary. Everyone just likes to watch quietly. If I talk, it won't be nice," Grandpa Jia said with a manner of understanding.
"That makes sense." On hearing Grandpa Jia's words, the several people got thoughtful and stopped persuading him.
By the time Grandpa Jia finished his dinner, the business time of the restaurant was almost over. Even the two minutes that Yuan Zhou took to go upstairs were made up for by Yuan Zhou.
Therefore, dinnertime ended at 8: 2 pm today.
Not long after dinnertime ended was the pub time. The weather had been fine recently and Yuan Zhou hadn't set up his stall for a long time.
However, Chen Wei, who loved wine, hoped more that Yuan Zhou could come with him. At that time, he could drink wine and eat kebabs. That would be one of the great joys of life.
Of course, Yuan Zhou knew about that. However, he really didn't have the energy to do that now. Therefore, he could only ignore Chen Wei's suggestion.
The pub became more boisterous after the beer was served. However, everyone had a tacit understanding not to disturb Shin Min who was doing her homework at the counter.
That's right. Shin Min was still the same. As soon as she arrived at the restaurant, she would first tidy up the place and then serve the liquor. After that, she would directly do her homework at the counter.
Although Shin Min wasn't very smart, she was very hardworking. She was learning different knowledge every day. Sometimes, it was the contents of her professional courses, sometimes it was some listening English. Even when she was on the bus to the restaurant every day, she would recite the text in a low voice or practice her English pronunciation.
Besides, the pronunciation was taught by Yin Ya. That's right. Shin Min would sometimes ask Jiang Changxi, Yin Ya, or Wan for advice.
Among them, Yin Ya's English was the most standard and fluent. Therefore, the method of practice was also taught by her.
As time passed, the pub became boisterous. Meanwhile, in the restaurant, Yuan Zhou was thinking about the mission.
On the other side of Chengdu, someone was also talking about the Yuanzhou shop. More precisely, he was talking about the staff of the restaurant.
"Old Zhang, you are the last bus today, right?" A thin middle-aged man with a solemn expression walked to the dispatching office of the bus terminal.
"What's wrong, Old Yan? Is it that thing again? " The man called Old Zhang had a figure completely opposite to Old Yan's. He was white and chubby like a plump bun and his face looked glossy. "Um.
You will arrive at Taoxi Road Station at 12: 00. "Old Yan nodded his head and said straightforwardly.
"Got it. That little girl is also so late every day." Old Zhang waved his hand to indicate that he understood.
"She works part-time and studies at the same time. If my son is so obedient, I can even pick him up every day." Old Yan said earnestly.
"Exactly. My son is never a worry-free person. He's already over 20 years old, yet he can't even find a decent job." Old Zhang sighed.
"Do you think it'll work if I let him go to Boss Yuan to learn some craftsmanship?" Old Zhang suddenly thought of something and said.
Old Yan looked at Old Zhang contemptuously and didn't say anything.
"Even if he can't learn, he can still be a temporary worker. At least he can make a living." Apparently, Old Zhang also realized his whimsical idea and thus said with a murmur.
"Alright. It's getting late. Hurry up and get the car." Old Yan didn't answer him but just urged him.
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