Time passed quickly, and the night passed quickly. In the morning, the Yuanzhou shop was as busy as ever.
But because there were so many choices for breakfast, something else happened.
That was, the soy sauce group and the soup dumplings group joined forces to boycott the noodles group.
There were many types of noodles in Sichuan Cuisine, so Yuan Zhou spent about 15 days a month making noodles with different flavors.
Another five to ten days, he would make some Sichuan specialty snacks for breakfast, such as Longan Buns, Baked Egg Cakes, Dumplings with Chili Oil, and Wonton.
Therefore, it was too difficult to eat soup dumplings and blueberry jam in the Yuanzhou shop. He might only be able to eat them once a month.
Because the noodles were made many times, although the taste was different, it attracted many diners. As a result, the size of the noodles group expanded.
At this moment, the diners who were still debating whether Yuan Zhou should make more soup dumplings, blueberry jam, or beef mince immediately felt a sense of crisis. After negotiations, the two groups of people directly joined forces to fight against the noodles group.
The scene could be said to be very tragic.
Of course, these fights would not involve Yuan Zhou. It was all private. Therefore, Yuan Zhou still made breakfast at his own pace every day. Today's breakfast was Wonton with Chili Oil. It was spicy and fragrant, but there were only ten wontons in a bowl.
According to Wu Hai, this amount was not enough to fill his stomach.
Now that breakfast time was over, there was still someone in the shop. This person was not Cheng Ying or Zhou Jia, but a middle-aged man.
The weather outside was hot. This person wore a silk short-sleeved Tang suit, and there was a gentle smile on his face. Now, he was standing in front of the long curved table and looking at Yuan Zhou with a smile.
This person also came for breakfast early in the morning. After eating, he stayed in the shop. Even when Zhou Jia said that the business hours were over, he did not leave.
Naturally, this person did not leave because he had something to say. Yuan Zhou frowned and was about to ask, but this person spoke first.
"I heard that Boss Yuan has the habit of washing up every time he finishes cooking. Why don't you wash up first? That way, Boss Yuan, you will feel more comfortable." This person's voice was gentle, his words were appropriate, and he was very considerate of Yuan Zhou. His expression was also very sincere.
"Alright, thank you." Yuan Zhou looked at the man's expression and nodded.
"You're welcome. I'm the one disturbing Boss Yuan. Do you mind if I sit for a while? I'm getting old and can't stand for long." The man touched his slightly plump belly and pointed to the chair in front of him.
"Of course, feel free to sit." Yuan Zhou gestured with his hand.
"Then I won't stand on ceremony." With that, he sat down.
Seeing him sit down, Yuan Zhou nodded and went upstairs to wash up.
Even if the air purifier of the system was top-notch and there was no smoke in the restaurant, Yuan Zhou still felt there was a smell of smoke on his body. Therefore, he would go to wash up every time the business hours ended.
Therefore, this person could hold back his own business and let Yuan Zhou wash up first, which made Yuan Zhou have a better impression of him.
About ten minutes later, Yuan Zhou's hair was still damp, but his clothes had been changed into a light blue linen short-sleeved modified Han Chinese costume, a pair of black and brown trousers, and a pair of comfortable cloth shoes.
Normally, such a dressing would give people a little rustic feeling, but Yuan Zhou stood ramrod straight and had a good posture. Coupled with the temperament he had cultivated over the past year, he suppressed the rustic feeling and became refreshed and spirited.
"Boss Yuan is really a young and promising guy." As soon as Yuan Zhou walked down, this person immediately praised him.
"Thank you." The corners of Yuan Zhou's mouth curled up imperceptibly, giving him a mark for his foresight. He decided to be tactful no matter what happened later, even if he had to refuse him.
"You're welcome. Let me introduce myself. My surname is Wu, Wu Yungui. I'm in the business of real estate and entertainment." This person started to introduce himself happily.
That's right. This person was exactly the Mr Wu who had dined with Director Liu in Mingchen Restaurant last night. He really came to find Yuan Zhou early in the morning.
In order to verify the authenticity of his information, he specially came to Taoxi Road early in the morning. He even saw Yuan Zhou who was running in the morning.
From the misty Taoxi Road in the early morning to the flow of people entering the restaurant before it opened, he observed Yuan Zhou one by one.
He even visited several restaurants that agreed to run the breakfast business and the small vendors that set up stalls at the door.
He also personally experienced the grand scene of queuing in Yuanzhou Shop. During that period, he didn't stay idle and even communicated with the customers waiting in line.
After communicating with them, he found that not only ordinary people and middle-class people came to eat in Yuanzhou Shop, there were also some richer people, some who were only slightly less wealthy than him, waiting in line obediently.
There were many ordinary people queuing here. Although the food in Yuan Zhou's restaurant was expensive, the times were getting more and more advanced.
Although it was impossible for them to eat like Wu Hai did, there were still many ordinary people and tourists who came to eat occasionally.
Mr Wu also saw three of the top ten malignant tumors circulating on the Internet. Although he didn't speak to them, because their positions in the queue were too far apart.
Mr Wu's number was 67. The speed of queuing was as fast as the rumors on the Internet said. Basically, everyone finished their dishes quickly and earnestly and then made way for the next customer.
With the highest standard in his heart, Mr Wu sat in his seat and ate an ordinary bowl of chili oil wonton. It was not until he finished eating that he understood the reason why this street was so prosperous.
Because he understood all these aspects, Mr Wu treated Yuan Zhou with such a kind attitude.
"Boss Yuan, you don't need to be so modest. I'm not the only one who said that," Mr Wu said with a smile.
"Then what's the matter for you to come here today?" Yuan Zhou nodded his head and decided to ask him personally. After all, it was a little embarrassing to be praised by others all the time.
"Yes. I wonder if Boss Yuan can go out and talk with me or sit down here?" Wu Yungui asked tentatively.
"Let's talk inside." Yuan Zhou pointed at the sergestes wall view door.
"That's a great honor." Wu Yungui knew that Yuan Zhou said that because he wanted to listen to him carefully. He was very happy inwardly.
"You are welcome. Please come in." Yuan Zhou walked out of the kitchen first and opened the sergestes wall view door.
While following Yuan Zhou inside, Wu Yungui praised Yuan Zhou's garden layout and beautiful scenery. Finally, they came to the stone table where Yuan Zhou was sitting and sat opposite to each other.
After sitting down, Yuan Zhou didn't say anything anymore. Wu Yungui said straightforwardly, "I know Boss Yuan doesn't like to beat around the bush. So I'll get straight to the point."
"Please," Yuan Zhou said.
"Here's the thing. Our company has rented this entire piece of land. I'm preparing to build a commercial, tourist, and gourmet city with Boss Yuan as the core," Wu Yungui said.
Yuan Zhou took a look at Wu Yungui and didn't say anything.
"Here's the thing. I want to invite Boss Yuan to cooperate with me by offering an annual salary of 50 million RMB and providing you with free housing and travel." Wu Yungui didn't stop and said that in one breath.
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