Ling Hong didn't tell them about the news of Grandfather Jia. He just told them what Grandpa Jia had been doing before his death.
Because of that, they went to Grandpa Jia's grave again after breakfast.
Naturally, Yuan Zhou cooked a table full of delicious dishes and carried them to the grave. This time, they ate together in front of Grandpa Jia's grave.
It was just like the time in the shop.
Time passed quickly. In the blink of an eye, the weather became hot. Obviously, the customers who were afraid of the heat had begun to wear short-sleeved shirts while the female customers wore long and short skirts.
Yuan Zhou was still wearing the same traditional Han Chinese clothes, except that the cloth had changed into light and breathable linen. However, it was still a long-sleeved one.
Now, when he cooked, his two muscular arms would be exposed.
Because Yuan Zhou always wore long sleeves and long pants in the restaurant, it made Engineer Cheng, who was afraid of the heat the most, very curious.
Taking advantage of the end of lunch time, Engineer Cheng didn't leave. Instead, he stood at the same spot and asked curiously.
"Master Yuan, aren't you hot?" Engineer Cheng asked curiously when he saw Yuan Zhou's Han Chinese clothes wrapped up to his neck.
"It's naturally cool when the heart is calm," Yuan Zhou answered naturally.
"Aren't these words always used to deceive children?" Engineer Cheng mumbled.
"No, it's true," Yuan Zhou said primly.
"It's not hot in the restaurant," Yuan Zhou looked at Engineer Cheng who still wanted to say something and said lightly.
"That's true. It's not hot at all in our restaurant. Instead, it's very cool. The key is that the coolness doesn't feel like it's caused by the air conditioner. It's natural," Engineer Cheng stroked his fat belly and said honestly.
"Um, natural circulation refrigeration." Yuan Zhou nodded his head.
"If only this technology could be applied to the space outside. Then we wouldn't have to sweat so much," Engineer Cheng looked at the bright sun outside and said with lingering fear.
Yuan Zhou glanced at Engineer Cheng and did not speak.
"Master Yuan, please don't laugh at me. It's mainly because I'm too fat, so I'm afraid of heat." Engineer Cheng touched his belly in embarrassment.
"Mm." Yuan Zhou nodded and didn't say anything else.
Speaking of which, recently, Yuan Zhou's dressing style was also very strange, but no one knew about it.
Yuan Zhou's daily Han clothing was a garment, which was a shirt and a lower garment. The lower garment was in the style of a skirt.
It was reasonable to say that he should wear a pair of trousers inside to prevent unexpected situations, but Yuan Zhou was wearing a pair of large underpants inside.
"It's convenient, comfortable, and cool," Yuan Zhou thought to himself.
As a chef, Yuan Zhou felt that he had to make sure that he didn't sweat or at least not much, so that he could cook the best dishes seriously, even when he was sculpting. Yes, this was all for the sake of improving his culinary skills.
Therefore, Yuan Zhou didn't feel cold at all when the wind blew on his underpants. He opened the partition of the kitchen and prepared to sit outside to sculpt.
Yuan Zhou walked naturally and freely. No one could tell that the rigorous and serious Yuan Zhou didn't wear any pants at all.
"Master Yuan is really awesome. He can actually go outside to practice sculpting while wearing such tight clothes." Engineer Cheng felt deeply impressed and ashamed at the same time.
He was ashamed of his fear of heat. Seeing Yuan Zhou sit down earnestly, Engineer Cheng immediately made up his mind to learn from Yuan Zhou seriously.
"Dadada," Engineer Cheng walked to the door in two steps and decided to stand beside Yuan Zhou and watch Yuan Zhou sculpt. He didn't care about the scorching sun after the meal in the morning anymore.
"You're not going back today?" Yuan Zhou fiddled with the sculpting tools and asked without turning his head.
"No. I want to stay here and watch Master Yuan sculpt." Engineer Cheng nodded his head resolutely and said earnestly.
"Okay. Let's start to sculpt tofu today." Yuan Zhou nodded his head and then carried a basin of clear water out.
"Thank you, Master Yuan." Engineer Cheng revealed a moved expression.
Of course, he shouldn't be moved. Engineer Cheng was very good at cooking, but he wasn't good at sculpting.
Since he saw the Tofu sculpt last time, he had only told Yuan Zhou about it once. But now that Yuan Zhou said he wanted to sculpt tofu, it was naturally for him to watch.
Without saying anything, Yuan Zhou took out two pieces of tender tofu that he bought outside. One piece was about the size of an adult man's palm.
Both the top and bottom layers of the tofu had old skin. From the two sides, one could see the white and tender tofu.
The tofu was placed on the bamboo chopping board. It looked wobbly and appeared to be a very tender Southern Tofu.
On the other side, there were carrots, white radishes, and Spiritual Radish. There were also some vegetables suitable for sculpting and a 20cm ice cube that was emitting wisps of cold air.
That's right. Nowadays, Yuan Zhou didn't just buy radishes to sculpt. These ingredients would be displayed in the afternoon when the time was longer.
It was Yuan Zhou's purpose to practice his knife skills from soft to hard or from hard to soft.
Just when Yuan Zhou was observing the tofu carefully and Engineer Cheng was also staring at the tofu attentively, a loud speaker suddenly sounded in the street.
It was a very classic old song. The speaker was singing at the top of his voice, "The feeling of the bitter sand blowing against the face is like a father scolding his mother. The tears of a loved one will never be forgotten. When I was young, I liked to be by the beach alone, rolling up my trousers and stepping on the beach barefoot."
Yuan Zhou knitted his brows subconsciously. Such a loud voice was no different from a devil's voice penetrating his brain to Yuan Zhou who had amazing hearing. Instantly, his ears and head hurt.
"What the hell is that?" Engineer Cheng couldn't help looking in the direction where the music came from.
The Yuanzhou shop was located in the middle of Taoxi Road. Lunch time had just passed, but other shops were still busy. Therefore, there were many people on the street.
However, Engineer Cheng saw the noisy crowd at first sight because it was very conspicuous.
It was an old man in his fifties or sixties with gray hair. He was pushing a one-wheeled tricycle. Sitting on the tricycle was a middle-aged man with bent legs and empty trousers. He looked like a disabled man.
With Yuan Zhou's eyesight, he could even see a standard A4 paper sealed with plastic on the tricycle. On the paper, there was a slogan, "We have old people and children to take care of. Miners are in distress. Please show your love."
Moreover, the two of them stopped at the entrance of a shop. They didn't talk to each other and just stopped at the entrance of other shops. They played loud music and asked for money with a small paint bucket in their hands.
There was some money in the bucket. It seemed that someone had given them money before.
"Why are they here?" Engineer Cheng was puzzled.
"Do you know them?" asked Yuan Zhou.
"I've seen them on another street. I didn't expect that they would come here to ask for money today." Engineer Cheng frowned.
Before Yuan Zhou could answer, Engineer Cheng immediately said, "Boss Yuan, you go in first. I'll handle this."
"These two people look like swindlers and professional beggars. Such people won't leave until they get their money. You go in and let me deal with them." Master Cheng straightened his short-sleeved shirt and appeared to be prepared to deal with them by force.
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