Yuan Zhou was very restrained. He only made a few gestures when he received them. Then, he suppressed his desire to experiment and began to prepare the ingredients without any distracting thoughts.
The ingredients were quickly cut into suitable sizes in Yuan Zhou's hands as usual. When Yuan Zhou sculpted the large ingredients, he still used the familiar knife skills.
He didn't use the First Volume of Sculpting Skills that he had just obtained. This was Yuan Zhou's habit. He was used to cooking for his customers only after he had completely mastered it.
After he finished cooking lunch calmly, Yuan Zhou didn't drive Cheng Ying away this time. Instead, he immediately began to move the tables and chairs to prepare for sculpting.
"Teacher's father, let me do it. Leave it to me," Cheng Ying said immediately.
"No need." Yuan Zhou refused.
"Teacher's father can go wash up first and then sculpt directly. Won't it save a lot of time?" Cheng Ying said reasonably.
"Sorry to bother you." Yuan Zhou considered for a second and then said.
"No, it's my duty as Teacher's father." Cheng Ying immediately ran to move the tables and chairs in the yard.
As it wasn't the first time that Cheng Ying had moved the tables and chairs, Yuan Zhou was quite relieved. Most importantly, the tables and chairs weren't heavy at all.
Yuan Zhou went upstairs to wash up faster than usual. He went downstairs in about six minutes. However, there were still some water dripping from his hair this time.
Just when Yuan Zhou walked to the cabinet in the kitchen and prepared to open it to take out the sculpting materials prepared by the system, the phone on the table suddenly rang loudly.
"Ding Ling Ling Ling Ling Ling." The phone vibrated on the table while ringing.
Yuan Zhou knitted his brows slightly. He didn't want to answer it. After all, he was busy sculpting.
"Teacher's father is calling." Cheng Ying reminded him in a low voice.
"Um." Yuan Zhou took two steps forward and picked up the phone.
An unknown number was displayed on the screen of the phone. Then, Yuan Zhou didn't want to answer it even more.
However, his cell phone kept ringing.
"Hello, Yuan Zhou." Yuan Zhou answered the phone and said simply.
"Hello, Mr. Yuan. I'm Zhong Lili." A familiar female voice passed from the other end of the phone.
"What is it?" Yuan Zhou asked.
"Here's the thing. The Rural Chef Contest of the Three Provinces is about to start. Now, we need a full-body photo of the sponsor, Mr. Yuan, to enlarge it and make it into a portrait." Zhong Lili knew Yuan Zhou's character very well, thus she straightforwardly brought out her purpose.
"When do you want it?" Yuan Zhou thought for a second and then asked.
"Of course I hope you can do it as soon as possible. Do you think it's possible within a week?" Zhong Lili said.
"Sure," Yuan Zhou answered.
"I'll pick it up from your shop at 9: 30 in the morning a week from now," Zhong Lili said.
"How many copies of this portrait will be made?" Yuan Zhou suddenly asked.
"When the time comes, they will be placed in every competition venue. There will be a lot of them, but the statistics haven't been completed yet. They will introduce you as the initiator," Zhong Lili said.
"Um. Good," Yuan Zhou said.
"Okay. I won't bother you anymore. See you next week," Zhong Lili said.
"Bye." After that, Yuan Zhou hung up the phone naturally.
At the other side, Zhong Lili looked at the phone that was hung up quickly and revealed a helpless expression. After staring at the phone for a while, she had to put it down and continue doing her work.
After Yuan Zhou hung up the phone, he squatted down to look for the materials again. At the other side, Cheng Ying scratched her ears and cheeks curiously, but didn't ask anything.
After all, she didn't dare to ask Yuan Zhou if he didn't tell her. It was also one of the rules that Engineer Cheng had taught her.
Nevertheless, Yuan Zhou piled the bamboo tube, cork and other materials back into the cabinet, stood up and took the phone, preparing to make a call.
This time, when Yuan Zhou made the call, he walked out of the back door of the kitchen and made the call while standing in the alley.
The call was soon connected and a sweet female voice passed from the other side of the phone.
"Hello, Mr. Yuan," the female voice greeted him sweetly.
"I want to have a custom-made suit," Yuan Zhou said concisely and clearly.
"Okay. What's your requirement?" the female voice said.
"The size remains the same. Five sets for each formal occasion, the matching kind," Yuan Zhou said.
"Okay. Is there any requirement for the color?" The rustling sound of the pen tip rubbing against the paper passed from the other side of the phone. Presumably, she was taking notes while listening.
"I don't have any requirements. But those occasions are all festive occasions." Yuan Zhou emphasized.
"We will do as you require, Mr. Yuan. Don't worry," the female voice said solemnly.
"I need it in five days," Yuan Zhou requested.
"Okay. As usual, we will deliver it to your door on time," for such an urgent time, the person on the other side of the phone didn't have any doubt and directly agreed.
There was indeed no doubt, because Yuan Zhou's phone call was from the shop that had been custom-making Han clothes for him. Since Yuan Zhou became famous, the shop's business increased rapidly, and the number of people who came to custom-make clothes increased by three times than before.
And it was not only because of the celebrity effect, but also because Yuan Zhou's gown was so expensive that the head of the Han Clothing Office prepared the fabric with the patterns that Yuan Zhou liked and the hand-made fabric, which were all prepared for Yuan Zhou.
Yuan Zhou had long been the first VIP in their shop. After all, they were willing to make Han Clothing for Yuan Zhou for free. It should be said that not only were they willing, but also other Han Clothing studios and shops were willing to do so.
What's more, Yuan Zhou still paid, and he paid a lot.
"Sorry to bother you." Yuan Zhou didn't care about this. After saying that, he simply hung up the phone as before.
"With the clothes, the only thing left is to take photos." Yuan Zhou touched his forehead and thought seriously.
"Those photos definitely won't work on such a formal occasion. I'd better find a reliable photographer to take new photos." Yuan Zhou automatically ignored the pile of photos on his computer.
These photos were taken by those who came to take photos and interviews. It should be said that each photo was quite formal.
"But who should I find to take these photos?" The photo studio that took ID photos in Yuan Zhou's mind occurred to him.
"Forget it. I definitely can't take the solemnity I want there. After all, I'm facing so many chefs and I have to make it into a portrait version. I can't be careless." Yuan Zhou immediately shook his head and rejected the idea.
Yuan Zhou didn't think of going to those photo studios to take photos by himself. If there was no reliable person to introduce him, most of the photo studios were scams.
While he was thinking about that, Yuan Zhou had walked into the shop again and took the ingredients to the door to prepare to sculpt.
As soon as he walked outside, he found the Taoxi Road was quite lively now because the three people who passed by just now all greeted Yuan Zhou.
"Boss Yuan is sculpting." The people who just passed by were the policemen who had been here twice. They walked together and greeted Yuan Zhou when they saw him.
"Yuan is so hardworking. He's still practicing his knife skills." It was the director of the street office who said that.
To these people, Yuan Zhou nodded and answered them one by one.
After they passed by, Yuan Zhou remembered what day it was today. It was the day when Huang Ling and her younger brother moved.
"I hope they will like my gifts." Looking at the familiar people, Yuan Zhou walked towards Huang Ling's house.
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