Yuan Zhou walked along the entrance of the inpatient department and turned left. Then, he walked onto the main road and looked for a place to eat.
Since Yuan Zhou realized that he shouldn't do to others what he didn't want others to do to him, he couldn't waste food either since he didn't want his customers to waste food.
Therefore, Yuan Zhou definitely needed to find a restaurant that looked good. Only in this way could he finish all the food and not waste it.
Opposite the inpatient department were mostly fast food restaurants. At this time, most of the fast food restaurants had already been closed. Yuan Zhou happened to eat noodles at noon and in the morning. Therefore, he didn't want to eat noodles now that he was late for dinner.
When he came here by car, Yuan Zhou remembered that when he walked out of this street, there was a bustling night market street outside. There were a lot of beer, barbecue, and crayfish. It looked bright with lights.
"Dadada," Yuan Zhou walked out of the street without stopping. Soon, he walked out of the street and turned left again. Then, he came to the street that he saw just now.
As soon as he entered this street, the atmosphere became lively.
"It's a little like the night at Taoxi Road, but Taoxi Road is neater." Standing at the intersection of the street, Yuan Zhou thought.
He raised his head and looked at the signboard. Although it was already the beginning of autumn, most of the neon words on the street were about crayfish. Obviously, the peak season for crayfish hadn't ended yet.
"Forget about the barbecue crayfish. I'd better eat something else." Yuan Zhou covered his stomach without a trace and then continued walking while looking around.
When he was about one-third of the street, the simple signboard of this restaurant was hanging among the many signboards of barbecue crayfish.
"Dried Pot King. It looks very clean. This is the one." Yuan Zhou directly went forward, pushed open the glass door and walked in.
It was late and there weren't many people in the restaurant. Including Yuan Zhou who had just entered, there were only three tables of customers.
The whole environment of the restaurant was indeed very clean. The floor was white and there was no oil stain on it. It was clean and shiny. In the middle was the cashier. There was a young girl there with her head lowered, probably doing the accounts.
The tall cashier counter was made of reddish-brown mahogany furniture. The name of the store, Dry Pot King, was engraved in the middle. On the upper left corner, there was a huge booklet with the words "Suggestion Book" written on the cover. It was very eye-catching.
Behind the cashier counter, there was an entrance with half a curtain hanging on it. Presumably, that was the kitchen. With Yuan Zhou's eyesight, he could see the pots and pans and some bowls and plates placed inside.
On the other side, there were many teapots. They had even thoughtfully framed the kettles so that they wouldn't be easily touched. There were also some snacks such as peas and potato chips while waiting for the dishes to be served.
On the left and right sides of the cashier were tables for customers. There were two rows of tables and chairs in each row, mainly for four people.
"Welcome. What would you like to order, handsome?" The waiter was an enthusiastic middle-aged woman. She put away the cloth she used to wipe the table and greeted him.
"What's the specialty of your restaurant?" Yuan Zhou asked straightforwardly after finding an empty seat.
"Handsome, you don't know. Our restaurant's specialty is the Dried Pot. It depends on what you like to eat." The middle-aged woman handed over the thin menu with a smile and pointed to the whole page of Dried Pot on the menu.
"Then I'll have a small Dried Pot with Chili Pepper. Is there porridge?" Yuan Zhou asked as he was about to order the rice.
"The porridge is too late. It's already sold out. There's hot rice," the middle-aged woman said.
"Okay. A small Dried Pot with Chili Pepper, a bowl of plain rice, and some hot water. No tea. Thank you." Yuan Zhou nodded.
"Okay. Dried Pot with Chili Pepper and a bowl of hot rice. Coming right up." The middle-aged woman didn't take note of the order. She directly shouted at the kitchen door and went to the tea table to pour water.
After a while, the middle-aged woman came back with a small pot, a clean cup, and a plate of dried peas and potato chips.
"Thank you." Yuan Zhou helped to take the plate and cup.
"Don't mention it, handsome. Eat slowly. The dishes will be served soon." The middle-aged woman put down the dishes quickly and said.
"Okay." Yuan Zhou nodded. He touched the temperature of the teacup and took a sip.
The middle-aged woman went to the farthest counter to clean the table. Her movements were careful and gentle. She basically didn't make any noise to disturb the diners.
But it was strange that the middle-aged woman only cleaned the bowls, chopsticks, plates, bottles of drinks, and bones.
The dried pot was still left on the table.
However, Yuan Zhou just glanced at it and didn't look into it. It wouldn't be a big deal if others liked to clean up like this.
After all, Yuan Zhou had made such a mistake twice when he first opened the restaurant and went to taste the dishes of each restaurant. Since then, Yuan Zhou learned to be obedient.
Yuan Zhou wouldn't ask unless it was related to cooking or special rules.
About seven or eight minutes later, the Dried Pot ordered by Yuan Zhou was ready.
The chef inside knocked on the table. Then, the middle-aged woman washed her hands again and went to carry the dishes.
The Dried Pot was an iron pot with two handles. It was placed on a simple alcohol stove and there was a small fire burning under it.
Steam was rising from the pot. When people walked closer, they found that the Dried Pot was colorful and there were white sesame seeds scattered on it. It looked very beautiful.
"Handsome, your Dried Chicken Pot and plain white rice are here. Please enjoy." The middle-aged woman put down the dishes in her hands steadily and then said.
"Okay. Thank you," Yuan Zhou said.
"You're welcome." The middle-aged woman waved her hand and continued to do her own things.
Yuan Zhou lowered his head and looked at the Dried Pot. It was similar to an ordinary Dried Pot. There were green bamboo shoots, celery, black fungus and konjac in it. Of course, most of the dishes were green and red chili rings and small pieces of chicken.
"Ka Cha Ka Cha", Yuan Zhou picked up a piece of chicken with cartilage and ate it.
Then, he frowned slightly and swallowed a mouthful of rice.
The rice was indeed hot. Moreover, he could tell that it had been cooked not long ago. It wasn't cold rice that was heated.
Yuan Zhou ate a mouthful of rice and a mouthful of chicken. Occasionally, he would eat some side dishes. He chewed and swallowed slowly. His speed wasn't fast, but he wasn't satisfied either. Soon, there were only some chili left in the Dried Pot. It could be said that he had finished it all.
The iron pot with two handles was very clean, and so was the bowl of rice. Yuan Zhou looked at them with satisfaction. Then, he stood up and walked to the cashier.
Just as Yuan Zhou stood up, the behavior of a person in the restaurant caught his attention. That person was short and fat. He was wearing a simple and clean T-shirt and black pants. He was holding a pair of chopsticks in front of the Dried Pot to taste.
The Dried Pot he was trying was obviously the one that the middle-aged woman had just cleaned.
"Leftovers?" Yuan Zhou was puzzled. However, this person didn't look like someone who would pick up leftovers to eat.
When the middle-aged man saw that Yuan Zhou had noticed him, he raised his head and smiled happily at Yuan Zhou. He nodded as a greeting.
Yuan Zhou also nodded in response. Then, he walked to the cashier.
Yuan Zhou, who wasn't very curious, was going to ask the cashier girl what was going on …
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