Yuan Zhou's reaction was to turn around and go back to the kitchen while Cheng Ying just looked at Ling Hong speechlessly.
"What are you looking at me for? It's true," Ling Hong said earnestly.
"Oh," Cheng Ying said coldly.
"It's not easy to go shopping, let alone shopping for an entire afternoon. Even paying for it is tiring. But after shopping, their anger subsided," Ling Hong said.
"Brother Ling took them to Chunxi Road, right?" Cheng Ying complained.
"Yes." Ling Hong nodded.
"They are all luxury stores, right?" Cheng Ying said again.
"You little brat must be thinking too much. My girls aren't happy because of the luxury goods or the money. She just vented her anger after shopping for an entire afternoon. That's why she can't be angry anymore," Ling Hong explained.
Instantly, Cheng Ying choked. She felt it was very reasonable and couldn't refute.
After successfully choking, Ling Hong didn't continue this topic because his dishes were already on the table.
Lunch time passed quickly. In just a little while, the first batch of customers had basically finished eating and left, except for Ling Hong from Wuhai.
At that time, Yin Ya and Wang Jiadong entered the restaurant one after another.
"Feel free to take a seat. The menu is on the wall behind and on the table. Call me when you order." Zhou Jia walked up to them and introduced the menu to them warmly.
"I know." Yin Ya looked at Zhou Jia with a little embarrassment and then glanced at Yuan Zhou without a trace.
However, Yuan Zhou was cooking with his head lowered and didn't come over.
Yin Ya was a little disappointed. Just then, Wang Jiadong, the man who entered the restaurant with them, said, "Secretary Yin, sit here."
Wang Jiadong was naturally referring to the seat beside him. At that time, there was indeed only one seat left in the restaurant.
After all, Yuanzhou shop always had its own seat. Everyone sat next to each other.
"Thank you, Director Wang." Yin Ya thanked him politely and sat down.
Just then, Wang Jiadong was about to speak again, but he was interrupted by Yuan Zhou, who had just walked up to them. "You're here. What are we eating today?"
Hearing Yuan Zhou's voice, Yin Ya calmed down. She raised her head and said with a smile, "A bowl of plain white rice from the 100 Styles of Rice Cuisine."
"Okay, please wait a moment." Yuan Zhou nodded, then turned to look at Wang Jiadong and asked, "What would you like to eat?"
"You must be the recently famous Boss Yuan. I've heard a lot about you." Wang Jiadong didn't answer immediately. Instead, he greeted him with a smile.
"You're welcome," Yuan Zhou said lightly.
"Haha, I've been wanting to come here for a long time, but I've just been transferred to Chengdu, so I've been rather busy. Today, I'm here because of Secretary Yin's invitation." Wang Jiadong looked at Yin Ya with a smile and said.
Yuan Zhou didn't move his eyebrows. He just looked at Wang Jiadong calmly and didn't say anything.
"I know you're very busy, Boss Yuan. You don't have to specially greet me. I heard that Secretary Yin is a regular customer here. I can ask her if there's anything. Am I right, Secretary Yin?" Wang Jiadong didn't feel embarrassed and said.
"We're colleagues. Of course." Yin Ya nodded and revealed a polite smile.
"Go ahead." Yuan Zhou nodded and then turned to the kitchen.
Seeing Yuan Zhou leave, Wang Jiadong's eyes revealed a hint of understanding. Then, he turned his head and started to talk to Yin Ya.
That's right. Wang Jiadong did that on purpose. He wasn't an ignorant child. Judging from Yin Ya's behavior, he knew there was something going on between her and this Boss Yuan. However, he didn't know what it was.
Under such circumstances, this Boss Yuan naturally changed from a famous chef that he had heard of to an invisible rival in love. Therefore, Wang Jiadong couldn't be blamed for expressing his familiarity with Yin Ya in every way he talked.
However, Yin Ya refused him directly and only said that they were colleagues.
However, Wang Jiadong didn't give up so easily. After all, it wasn't the first time that he had been refused by Yin Ya.
Since Wang Jiadong faintly revealed that he liked Yin Ya but used work as an excuse to approach her from time to time, she had discovered it.
However, Wang Jiadong didn't confess his love to her directly and his tone was also very polite. Therefore, it wasn't appropriate for her to refuse him openly. Therefore, Yin Ya had been implying that they were just colleagues.
It was also an accident that Wang Jiadong came to The Kitchen God with her today. Of course, Yin Ya knew how she felt about Yuan Zhou.
"Secretary Yin, what specialty dishes are served here? You know, it's my first time to eat here." Wang Jiadong flipped through the menu and revealed a helpless expression as he asked in distress.
"The dishes that can be written on the menu are all the specialties that Boss Yuan is good at. Every dish is a specialty." When Yin Ya said that, she was quite natural and proud.
"It seems that Boss Yuan is really awesome. He's actually good at so many dishes." Wang Jiadong exclaimed in admiration.
"That's natural. Boss Yuan is now known as the youngest Sichuan Cuisine Master, Master of Cooked Wheaten Food Master and Master of Ice Sculpting." Yin Ya talked a little more when talking about Yuan Zhou.
"Haha. Boss Yuan doesn't seem very old, but his skills are at the Master Level. He's really awesome." Wang Jiadong played along with Yin Ya's words and said.
"Yes. Don't be fooled by Boss Yuan's mature, steady, and taciturn appearance. In fact, Boss Yuan is only 25 this year. He hasn't reached 26 yet." Yin Ya covered her mouth and laughed.
"Oh? I didn't expect Boss Yuan to be so young. "The sense of crisis in Wang Jiadong's heart grew stronger.
"Yes." Yin Ya nodded her head.
"Since Boss Yuan is good at all the dishes on the menu, I'll also try the dishes you just ordered, Secretary Yin," Wang Jiadong said straightforwardly.
This time, Yin Ya felt a little awkward again. She could only smile and say nothing.
"Sir, what would you like to order?" It was Cheng Ying who came over to speak. She wanted to observe this person from a closer distance and also wanted him to talk less to Yin Ya.
"Give me a Braised Pork Liver with Hot Pepper and a Bowl of 100 Styles of Rice Cuisine." Wang Jiadong didn't wait for Yin Ya to answer and directly turned his head and said to Cheng Ying.
"Okay. Please pay first. You can pay by bank transfer or cash," Cheng Ying said.
"Sure. I'll pay by bank transfer." Wang Jiadong first nodded his head. Then, he took out his phone and turned his head to say to Yin Ya, "Why don't I treat you today as a thank you for bringing me here?"
"Director Wang, you're welcome. Everyone here knows that you don't need me to bring you here. Besides, I've already paid," Yin Ya said politely and awkwardly with a smile.
Wang Jiadong didn't ask why he didn't see Yin Ya pay, but she said that she had already paid. He just said, "It seems that I can only thank you next time, Secretary Yin."
"You're welcome," Yin Ya said again.
Only then did Wang Jiadong smile and say nothing more. He directly lowered his head and paid by bank transfer on his phone.
Yuan Zhou's cooking speed had always been very fast, let alone a quick dish like Braised Pork Liver with Hot Pepper. His speed was even faster.
Before Wang Jiadong and Yin Ya could chat awkwardly again, Yuan Zhou directly carried two trays to the partition. Obviously, the dishes were ready.
And Yin Ya, who was always paying attention, immediately noticed this. This time, she didn't wait for Yuan Zhou to bring the dishes to her. Instead, she directly stood up and went to bring the dishes herself.
Wang Jiadong followed behind her and said, "Let me bring them over."
Looking at how attentive Wang Jiadong was, Yuan Zhou couldn't help but think to himself, It seems that I should change the gift.
Thinking of this, Yuan Zhou secretly glanced at Yin Ya's long black hair that draped over her shoulders before retracting his gaze.
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