"Don't find excuses if you are greedy." Yuan Zhou took a look at Wuhai indifferently. He had a deep understanding of his rascal nature and said straightforwardly.
"It's because you cooked too little." Wuhai swallowed a mouthful of the spicy and sour chili oil and said earnestly.
"Do you think others will believe that?" Yuan Zhou said with great confidence.
Just after Yuan Zhou said that, all the other customers in the restaurant started to lick the plates carefully at the same time.
The reserved ones kept scraping the plates with their spoons while the bold and unrestrained ones started to lick the plates directly like Wuhai.
"Haw-haw. Boss Yuan, see? That's why I said you cooked too little." Wuhai immediately said complacently.
"No. It's just because I cooked too delicious." Yuan Zhou wasn't moved at all and said confidently.
Once he said that, Wuhai and other customers in the restaurant immediately felt it made sense and couldn't refute him.
That was true. The act of licking the plates seemed more like it was too delicious. Wuhai instantly stiffened. However, he still earnestly ate up all the chili oil at the bottom of the plate before putting his hand down.
As for Yuan Zhou, he had already returned to the kitchen and continued to mix the noodles.
"Compass is indeed Compass. Even the shredded cucumber and bean sprouts in the noodles have the same amount. What a turtle," Wuhai muttered while walking out of the restaurant.
If Yuan Zhou heard that, he would definitely chime in, because what Wuhai said was indeed right.
Every serving of the Chicken Shredded Cold Noodles cooked by Yuan Zhou had the same amount. Therefore, there was no need to specially count the supplementary ingredients. Because Yuan Zhou had cut the same size, as long as the weight was the same, the amount would naturally be the same.
By the way, not only were the ingredients that Wuhai muttered the same amount, even the noodles and chicken shredded were the same.
After Yuan Zhou's confident answer, other customers in the restaurant started to do the same thing at the same time.
That was to recommend this method to others. After all, they couldn't be the only one doing it, right?
Therefore, after breakfast, all the customers started to do something at the same time. That was to use all sorts of methods to lick the plates.
Towards the end, Yuan Zhou couldn't help but lament, "It's all because of this tumor, Wuhai, that this batch of customers has been led astray."
While the atmosphere in Yuan Zhou's restaurant was lively due to the new breakfast, the Shredded Chicken Cold Noodles, Ling Xiaoliu and Grandfather Ling were facing many difficulties.
Ever since Grandpa Jia's funeral, Ling Little Six had left the house and only brought an assistant cum driver with him.
The assistant cum driver was called Wang Dong. He was a middle-aged man in his forties. He looked reliable and reliable. He was holding some documents in his hand as he spoke to Grandfather Ling, who was standing beside a residential building.
"Master Ling, this village was demolished twenty years ago. The people who used to live here have all moved away. Now, the only people living here are the workers of the steel mill." Wang Dong said carefully.
Not only did Ling Little Six have to be careful, Ling Little Six's expression wasn't good. After all, no one would be happy if they ran around for nothing for a week.
"Then, the original people didn't work in this steel mill?" Ling Little Six frowned, the wrinkles on his forehead getting deeper.
"Yes, the people living in this staff dormitory are all workers. This place used to be a village. Even if there were people working in the factory, there were very few of them," Wang Dong replied seriously.
"Since there is, it means that there is still hope. Go and check again," Ling Little Six waved his hand.
"Alright, but what about you?" Wang Dong nodded, but he didn't leave.
"I'll go in and ask around," Ling Little Six pointed to the leisure area downstairs.
"Then I'll accompany you," Wang Dong said.
"There's no need. Go and find out who used to live in this village and still know Lin Yuan," Ling Little Six said.
"No, I can't let you go alone," Wang Dong immediately shook his head and refused.
"Why are you worrying so much at such a young age?" Ling Little Six frowned.
"As you know, Mr. Ling Hong was supposed to accompany you. Now that I'm here, I can't let you go alone," Wang Dong shook his head and said seriously.
"Furthermore, you can let Xiao Liu do the search. He's better at finding information than I am," Wang Dong continued.
"Alright, you talk too much. Make the call first, then we'll go over," Ling Little Six said impatiently. "Alright, Master Ling, please wait for a moment.
I'll make the call immediately, "Wang Dong heaved a sigh of relief when he saw Ling Little Six agree. He took two steps back and started making the call.
As for Grandfather Ling, he was a man of his word. He stood where he was without moving, looking at the old men and women in front of the small building.
The people there seemed to be at ease. Some were playing mahjong at the staircase, some were chatting by the old gym equipment, and there were two white-haired men playing chess.
I wonder if he's inside, Ling Little Six thought to himself.
Wang Dong was very efficient. He stated his request in a simple and concise manner before hanging up the phone and walking to Ling Little Six's side.
"Master Ling, you can go over now," Wang Dong said.
"Alright, just watch from the side. I'll ask the questions," Ling Little Six said as he walked.
"Alright," Wang Dong nodded.
As long as Ling Little Six was by his side, Wang Dong wouldn't mind asking the questions.
Ling Hong had no choice. Before he left, he had told Old Master Ling's sons and daughters that he would do whatever he could. As for what Old Master Ling wanted him to do, as long as it didn't endanger his health, he could do it.
Ling Little Six was not young anymore. Recently, he even used a walking stick. They couldn't help but worry about him.
Even the most carefree Ling Hong would call Ling Little Six every day to ask about the situation.
This was very rare. After all, Wang Dong knew how Ling Hong used to be. It was very difficult to even ask him to come home for dinner. Although he didn't do anything bad, he was always wandering around outside.
Wang Dong followed behind Ling Little Six and listened to his questions. His mind was in a mess, but his eyes never left Ling Little Six.
Ling Little Six asked all the elders in the courtyard, but he still couldn't find anything.
"Master Ling, you should rest for a while. Little Liu's information will be sent over later," Wang Dong said.
"Rest? Rest after such a small task? Class Monitor Jia has never rested before," Ling Little Six said in a serious tone.
This time, Wang Dong didn't say anything. After a while, when Ling Little Six calmed down, he carefully said, "Actually, you don't have to come here personally. We can also find people."
"No need. Class Monitor Jia has been searching from south to north for so many years on a tricycle. I'm riding a car. How can I be any weaker than him?" Ling Little Six waved his hand impatiently.
That's right. Ling Little Six was currently looking for people from Grandpa Jia. In fact, there were only two people left on the list.
As for Grandpa Jia, he was looking for the families of the soldiers who had sacrificed themselves. Due to the era, it was impossible to find the families and birthplaces of the martyrs. Many of the martyrs were buried in the Cemetery of Martyrs.
Grandpa Jia was looking for the families of the martyrs in the same class. He told them where their children, husbands, and fathers were buried.
For so many years, Grandpa Jia had traveled all over China. He only returned to Chengdu in the past ten years.
These were all things that Ling Little Six found when he was tidying up Grandpa Jia's belongings. These were all recorded in an old leather book. There were only two names on it, and the words "Not found" were written below it.
Therefore, after the funeral, Ling Little Six did not stay for a single minute. He followed the clues left behind by Grandpa Jia and found this place a few hundred miles away from Chengdu.
There would always be someone to finish what was unfinished.
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