Yuan Zhou read through the comments page by page seriously. Then, he carefully browsed through the various functions of the website.
"They really did a good job." Yuan Zhou's expression turned gentle as he revealed a faint smile.
The more Yuan Zhou read on, the more admiration he felt in his heart. This proposal was suggested by Jiang Changxi, Ling Hong, and Wu Hai. They were also the ones who came up with the plan, and the one who carried it out was Yu Chu.
"Looks like I have to work hard as well." Yuan Zhou put down his phone and made up his mind. Then, he picked up the kitchen knife and started carving in the kitchen.
However, the ingredients that Yuan Zhou was using to carve had long been changed to non-food ingredients. They were all wood, bamboo, and stones.
"Fortunately, this is the Miracle Kitchen Knife. Otherwise, I wouldn't dare to do this." Yuan Zhou gently touched the kitchen knife and sighed.
If it were any other kitchen knife, the blade would have long been chipped. However, this Miracle Kitchen Knife was still as sharp as new after being sharpened twice a day.
Yuan Zhou immersed himself in carving. When it was time to sleep, there was already a large pile of utensils beside him.
Tomorrow, he would change the utensils in the restaurant to the ones he carved. He believed that all the customers would be shocked.
Speaking of which, Yuan Zhou was really ruthless. Not only did he have to use his own ingredients, he even had to make his own utensils.
After one night, Yuan Zhou felt that his carving skills had improved once again. He washed up and went to sleep in satisfaction.
In the morning, Yin Ya still didn't come over at breakfast time. Presumably, she was sleeping late. After breakfast, however, Yuan Zhou still thought about the possibility that she might have caught a serious cold.
After studying nutrition and animal husbandry for one and a half years, he concluded that the possibility was not high. With this thought in mind, Yuan Zhou started carving seriously after he stewed the Double White Soup.
"Teacher's father, what are you stewing?" Cheng Ying asked curiously.
This was the first time Cheng Ying saw Yuan Zhou still turning on the stove after business hours.
"Double White Soup." Yuan Zhou fiddled with the carving material without raising his head.
"What's Double White Soup?" Cheng Ying carefully thought about the types of soup she knew and expressed ignorance.
"It's for colds," Yuan Zhou said.
"Teacher's father, do you have a cold?" Cheng Ying nervously started to walk in circles in front of Yuan Zhou, constantly observing Yuan Zhou to see if there was anything different about him.
"It's not me." Yuan Zhou raised his head and looked at Cheng Ying, who was running around like a rabbit, helplessly.
"That's good. If my dad knew that you had a cold, he would beat me to death." Cheng Ying patted her chest and breathed a sigh of relief.
"No, catching a cold is a natural bodily phenomenon," Yuan Zhou said solemnly.
"I know, but my dad doesn't think so." Cheng Ying stuck out her tongue and complained in a low voice.
Yuan Zhou didn't say anything more. He took up the knife and started to practice.
"Wait. Teacher's father, I don't think I've ever seen you eat. When do you eat?" Cheng Ying suddenly asked curiously.
Cheng Ying's father was a chef himself. She knew that many chefs worked with an empty stomach. But they usually ate at two times. One was before lunch and then they worked. The other was after lunch time. However, she had never seen Yuan Zhou eat.
"Sometimes I eat early and sometimes I eat late. It's normal that I haven't seen you," Yuan Zhou said lightly.
"Be careful of stomach pain." Cheng Ying said cautiously.
"I won't," Yuan Zhou said affirmatively.
Yuan Zhou said that confidently because his meal time was never fixed. He would eat whenever he was hungry. Of course, the precondition was that he ate after work hours.
But even so, his stomach was still strong and even better than before.
Seeing Yuan Zhou so affirmative, Cheng Ying didn't say anything more. She just made up her mind to supervise Yuan Zhou's eating.
"I'm so cute. I won't be beaten to death if I supervise Teacher's father to eat every day, right?" Cheng Ying raised her hand and pinched her face. She was a little unsure.
Just when Cheng Ying's imagination was running wild and Yuan Zhou was sculpting earnestly, the Double White Broth in the pot emitted a faint fragrance.
"It smells so good." Cheng Ying wrinkled her nose and sniffed hard. Then, she sighed with emotion, "Teacher's father is indeed Teacher's father. Even if he makes a medicinal diet, there's no smell of medicine but only fragrance. Even I want to try it."
However, Yuan Zhou couldn't hear Cheng Ying's praise because he was concentrating on sculpting.
The morning had always been very short. Yuan Zhou had only sculpted for one and a half hours. At 9: 30 am, the sound of high-heeled shoes tapping on the ground came from afar.
Hearing this sound, Yuan Zhou, who was about to change his sculpting equipment, instantly stopped and looked up.
The owner of the sound of high-heeled shoes was Yin Ya.
Maybe it was because she was resting, but Yin Ya was dressed more casually than yesterday and looked much more fairy-like.
She was wearing a knee-length sleeveless dress with pure white embroidery at the waist and a pair of white high-heeled sandals. Her long hair was tied into a ponytail and the ends of her hair were curled. She didn't look as professional as usual and appeared much more elegant and playful.
When Yin Ya walked, the ends of her hair swayed slightly and the edge of her dress turned up beautiful flowers.
"Wow, Big Sister Ya is so beautiful today." Cheng Ying was the first to go up and praise her.
"Thank you." Yin Ya glanced at Yuan Zhou and then reached out to stroke her hair behind her ear.
"The soup is done," Yuan Zhou stood up and said.
"Um." Yin Ya nodded.
"So Teacher's father made the Double White Soup for Big Sister Ya? Big Sister Ya, did you catch a cold? "Cheng Ying looked at Yin Ya's rosy face and felt a little puzzled.
"No." Yin Ya clenched her teeth and felt helpless.
"I understand." Cheng Ying came to a realization and immediately turned to Yuan Zhou. "Teacher's father, I'll go back for lunch first. I'll come back in the afternoon."
After saying that, Cheng Ying even winked at Yuan Zhou and gestured at Yin Ya. However, Yuan Zhou happened to have his head lowered and didn't see it.
"So early today?" Yuan Zhou only raised his head when he heard that.
"Yeah. Early today." After saying that, Cheng Ying immediately waved her hand and walked away quickly.
"This girl." Yuan Zhou sighed and then watched her skipping away.
"Maybe her family eats early today," Yin Ya said.
"Maybe. Come in and have the soup," Yuan Zhou said and turned his body sideways to let Yin Ya enter.
The door of the Yuanzhou shop had always been small. It was more than enough for one person to pass through. However, two people had to squeeze through.
Although Yuan Zhou and Yin Ya weren't side by side, as Yuan Zhou was standing at the door, they still brushed against each other when Yin Ya entered.
Yin Ya's fair and naked arm brushed against Yuan Zhou's sturdy forearm. Before Yuan Zhou could think of anything else, he took a step back. On the other hand, Yin Ya blushed and walked into the restaurant with her lips pursed.
"Take a seat first. I'll get it for you," Yuan Zhou said as he opened the partition and walked into the kitchen.
Yin Ya's face was slightly red. Just when she was about to say something, a flurry of footsteps rushed into the restaurant.
"Compass, what delicious food did you make behind my back? I've always said that I should be the guinea pig. Yin Ya is a girl. "The person who came was none other than Wuhai who smelled the scent of scallions.
F * ck, this dog, this dog nose …
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