Yuan Zhou turned around and walked towards the cashier while the middle-aged man who was eating with the chopsticks walked towards where Yuan Zhou had just left without a trace.
As a matter of fact, the middle-aged man had already noticed Yuan Zhou when he was far away just now.
The Dried Pot here was filled with an iron pot with two handles and then placed on a simple alcohol stove. In this way, the Dried Pot would be a little higher than the table.
The middle-aged man had seen Yuan Zhou eat the Dried Pot very cleanly when he was at another table just now. Therefore, he came over now to make sure whether he had seen it wrongly or not.
That's right. The middle-aged man was indeed the boss of the restaurant. And the current behavior of him holding the chopsticks was indeed for tasting his own dishes.
However, he didn't only taste the dishes at night. Instead, he would taste them whenever he was free. Of course, he tasted them in the daytime while avoiding others.
Otherwise, it wouldn't be good if other customers didn't know about it when they saw it.
"Humm. He really ate them up." The middle-aged man looked at Yuan Zhou's bowl and plate carefully and then said affirmatively in a low voice.
"How do you know that he just felt the dishes were delicious? What if he was just hungry?" At that time, the middle-aged woman who had greeted Yuan Zhou just now ridiculed him with a smile.
Hearing that, one could tell the middle-aged woman had a close relationship with the boss. That was why she dared to make such a joke.
"I don't think so. Who doesn't come here to eat supper so late at night? How hungry can he be? It must be because of the delicious dishes cooked by Ah Tai today. I have tasted the dishes cooked by him just now. The first few pots were not bad." The boss shook his head and insisted.
"You eat the dishes cooked by Ah Tai every day and have long been used to it. How can you taste other tastes?" The middle-aged woman disagreed.
"You can't say that. I think Ah Tai has his own unique culinary skills." The boss said.
"But the business is still tepid." The middle-aged woman added.
"Did you eat dynamite today? What's wrong with praising the dishes when they are all clean?" Having been poked at his sore spot, the boss glared at her and said.
"I'm in a hurry." After saying that, the middle-aged woman turned around and went to pack up her things again.
At the same time, Yuan Zhou had walked to the cashier.
"Check, please." Yuan Zhou said concisely.
"Okay. It's 38 RMB in total." The cashier girl immediately reported the cost of Yuan Zhou's meal.
Yuan Zhou took out 40 yuan from his wallet and handed it over.
Just when Yuan Zhou wanted to take the opportunity while the little girl was looking for money, the little girl had already quickly handed over two coins.
"Hmm … the change is fast," Yuan Zhou thought to himself as he held the coin in his hand.
The little girl who had given him the change said in a crisp voice, "Welcome again."
"Thank you. I want to ask that person what's going on." In order to prevent the little girl from lowering her head to do the account book, Yuan Zhou quickly thanked her and asked directly.
When Yuan Zhou walked in, he saw that there was an account book on the little girl's table. The little girl had been writing and drawing on it.
"That's our boss and his wife. Our boss is tasting today's dishes to see if there's any problem while his wife is cleaning." The little girl answered straightforwardly.
It was obvious that this was not the first time the little girl had answered this question. Her answer was concise and clear.
At this time, Yuan Zhou looked back at the boss who was tasting the dishes and asked again, "How long has your boss been tasting the dishes like this?"
"He tasted the dishes like this when the restaurant was just opened. Sometimes, he even cooked the dishes himself," the little girl said patiently.
Yuan Zhou nodded his head without saying anything. After two seconds of silence, he pointed at the opinion book hanging in front of the counter and said, "Can I write on this?"
"Of course. There's a pen on the book and the small board in front is used to pad the writing position," the little girl immediately pointed at a palm-wide board in front of the counter and said.
This board extended from the complete cashier counter. It was enough to write on it. Besides, the position was a little far away from the cashier counter so that the cashier wouldn't be able to see the comments.
"This is a good design." Yuan Zhou picked up the opinion book, turned to a blank page and pressed it on the board.
People nowadays actually didn't like to give their opinions. Even if the restaurant gave such an opinion book to the customers and someone was waiting at the side for them to write their opinions, it was very difficult for them to write the bad comments under the gaze of others.
In the end, they could only do it perfunctorily and this board blocked the cashier's gaze.
With a sound of "Shua Shua Shua", Yuan Zhou wrote his opinion on the paper in a few seconds.
After that, Yuan Zhou nodded to the little girl to say goodbye and then turned to leave.
Yuan Zhou left without any hesitation. However, a different dispute arose in the Dried Pot King's restaurant.
"What do you think? I told you that he finished his food because he was hungry and gave you his opinion," the middle-aged woman pointed at the shaking opinion book and said.
"How do you know that he gave me a suggestion? He must be praising me for my good management." The boss showed a disapproving look and continued, "I heard that young man asking me about my business just now. Maybe he was praising me for my professionalism."
"Praising you? You eat leftovers every day and don't eat properly. How can he praise you?" the middle-aged woman curled her lips and said.
The middle-aged woman, who was also the boss's wife, naturally had a problem with the boss's way of doing things. In her opinion, it was unhygienic and unsafe to eat someone else's leftovers. However, since the boss insisted on doing so, what else could she do? She could only support him.
"Whether it's a compliment or not, we'll know when we see it," the boss put down his chopsticks and said happily.
The boss walked a little faster, while the lady boss walked a little slower, but she still followed the boss.
The restaurant wasn't big, so it only took less than two minutes to walk there. The boss took the opinion book and flipped it to the place where he had written.
There was a line of words that were bold and forceful, with a hidden strength of character.
[Dry Pot King's most taboo is to have mixed tastes.] This sentence was printed on the white opinion book without any indication or signature. It was just a simple sentence.
"Mixed tastes but not good? My theme is very prominent. "The boss was a little confused.
"Just say it's not a compliment. Mixed tastes but not good? What do you mean by mixed tastes but not good? "The lady looked at the boss angrily and then began to think.
This was the first time they had received such an opinion. Naturally, the boss and the lady would think about it seriously.
"Ask Ah Tai to come out and think about it together. I feel like I've caught on to something," the boss quickly said to the cashier girl.
"Okay." The cashier girl immediately took two steps to the side and opened the kitchen curtain.
"Ah Tai, the boss is asking for you," the girl said.
After the head chef came out of the restaurant, the boss showed Ah Tai the sentence of mixed tastes but not good. Then, the three of them began to think about it together.
It was a tradition. As long as there was an opinion about a dish, the boss would ask the head chef to think about it together.
And there were actually many people like the boss who did things seriously.
On the other side, Yuan Zhou had already taken a taxi back.
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