At breakfast time, as usual, Zhou Jia and Cheng Ying arrived first. As soon as they arrived, they greeted Yuan Zhou as usual.
"Morning, Teacher's father." "Morning, boss." Cheng Ying and Zhou Jia said at the same time.
"Morning." Yuan Zhou nodded the head.
"Then let's start to clean." Cheng Ying and Zhou Jia said at the same time again.
"Um." Yuan Zhou nodded the head.
Seeing Cheng Ying and Zhou Jia not notice the newly added tables and chairs immediately, Yuan Zhou didn't remind them. Instead, he lowered his head and started to prepare the ingredients for breakfast.
The two girls had long been accustomed to Yuan Zhou's solemnity. Therefore, they started to clean directly.
She immediately started cleaning. After a while, Cheng Ying was surprised to find two more chairs.
"Jia Jia, look. There are two extra chairs here." Cheng Ying immediately pulled up Zhou Jia who was busy cleaning and pointed at the tables and chairs beside the sergestes wall view door.
"Really?" Zhou Jia looked at the extra tables and chairs in surprise.
"Teacher's father, did you add more seats?" Cheng Ying turned her head and asked immediately.
"Um." Yuan Zhou nodded the head and didn't say anything more.
"That's great. The flower rack has long been an eyesore. If it is changed into tables and chairs, everyone will definitely like it." Cheng Ying said happily.
"Yeah. If it weren't for the rules of the restaurant, the original flower rack would have disappeared within one day." Zhou Jia also nodded the head quickly and said.
"…" Yuan Zhou raised his head and looked at the two people who had started to work together to inform the customers. Then, he lowered his head and continued to cook breakfast.
After walking out of the restaurant, Cheng Ying took out her phone and logged into Weibo to tell the customers the good news.
Nevertheless, Zhou Jia stood at the door and said loudly, "From today on, there will be two more chairs in the restaurant. The number of customers that can enter the restaurant at one time can reach 16."
Zhou Jia said this with a smile, and the diners lining up at the entrance were even more surprised.
"Then can I come again?" Wuhai immediately asked.
"The rules remain the same, just that there will be more seats," Zhou Jia said helplessly.
"Oh." Wuhai lowered his head and continued to watch Yuan Zhou prepare breakfast.
The others, on the other hand, started chatting.
"That's great. It seems that Boss Yuan has moved the flower stand away and replaced it with tables and chairs. He has finally moved it away."
"That flower rack is really too much of a hindrance. If I change it to a table and chair, I'll have more chances to eat it every day."
"I don't know why there's a flower stand in the shop."
"I feel the restaurant is already very beautiful and doesn't need the decoration of flower racks." The customers were originally complaining about the flower racks.
However, someone's sudden question instantly silenced everyone.
"Can we eat it now?" The customer who didn't get the number this morning asked.
The two people were a young couple. They were dressed in clean and simple cotton clothes of the same color and hats of the same style. The one who asked was a tall and thin boy.
The two of them happened to be two places behind the last customer who got the number.
They had just been watching the bustle and prepared to leave after a while, but suddenly heard such a good news.
"I'm sorry. Breakfast is different from lunch and dinner. There are only 100 servings for breakfast and a time limit of one hour. It has nothing to do with the seats," Zhou Jia said apologetically.
"Alright." The boy nodded his head. He lowered his head and coaxed his girlfriend for a while and then left.
The question of the young couple made the customers fall into a discussion about how much the two extra seats could increase the probability of eating lunch and dinner.
With the additional seats, the entrance of the restaurant became boisterous. At the other side, the Weibo account that Cheng Ying had just posted also became boisterous.
After all, Yuanzhou shop was a very famous online restaurant on the Internet. After all, the three online dishes were widely spread.
When such a restaurant suddenly announced that it would add more seats, it naturally caused a great uproar.
The only reason was that people quarreled under the official Weibo account of Yuanzhou shop. Or to be more exact, they started to tear each other apart.
At first, the comments on the official Weibo account were quite mild. Basically, they all said that they could have more chances to eat.
But after a dozen or so comments, there was one that stood out.
[Extra seats? I think Boss Yuan is testing us. First, there are more seats. Then, he wants to finance the joint opening of branches? Then, there are the chain restaurants that have no taste all over the street. As expected, Boss Yuan finally embarked on such a path. He packaged himself as an online celebrity and then made more money. To put it bluntly, he doesn't have any craftsmanship or chef spirit. He just does it for money.] [Disappointed Foodie].
There wasn't a single dirty word in this comment, but it was very eye-catching. As this comment appeared, the comments below also started to become crooked.
[I think the comment above is right. Nowadays, as long as the boss of these restaurants becomes popular, he will either increase the price or open branches. Otherwise, he will resort to hunger marketing. Actually, it's not that he's impolite. But after he becomes popular, the taste isn't as good as before. I can't bear it anymore. It seems that the so-called Boss Yuan is also going to be commercialized.] [I'm the prettiest guy on this street.]
[Chrysanthemum on the top floor, that's a good point. It's okay to make money, but the taste must keep up. Look at the noodle restaurant on the super popular food show. It has branches all over the country, but the taste is not as good as what I imagined on TV.] [Atypical Hunger Marketing.]
[In fact, Boss Yuan has already said that he won't open branches. Don't worry.] [There are 100 ways to find out that a man is lying.]
Occasionally, there were a few comments saying that Yuan Zhou wouldn't open branches, but they were soon drowned in the large number of comments and didn't cause much of a stir.
[I'm disappointed. I haven't had the chance to try it in R City, but another chef has fallen for money.] [Son of Genie.]
[Huaxia can't have a chef like the Japanese God of Sushi. Hehe.] [You can't win if you're too slow.]
This kind of comment swept across the official Weibo of Yuanzhou shop almost immediately after the comment appeared.
Because of the rising popularity, there were more and more comments and reposts. Even Cheng Ying, who later found out about this, was a little dumbfounded.
Soon, a hot comment was even sent to the top search.
[The taste of Chinese food doesn't lie in the shop, but in the chef. If the chef changes his mind, then the food won't taste good anymore.] Ariko Oriki.
This sentence seemed to have spoken out the thoughts of many people in an instant. Therefore, this comment was quickly sent to the first place on the microblog of Yuan Zhou's restaurant by a large number of likes and comments. Moreover, it was also sent to the hot search list by those who had the same thoughts.
All this happened in less than an hour, which was the time for Yuan Zhou's breakfast.
In fact, it wasn't hard to understand. Yuanzhou shop had been too popular on the Internet recently. The series of popular dishes and the praise for Yuan Zhou made the shop a little too popular.
Once a shop became popular, it would attract more attention, and with more people following it, there would naturally be a lot of bad people. Although Yuan Zhou had said that he wouldn't open branches, the number of people who knew about it was too few compared to the vast number of netizens.
That was why the voices of rebuttal were drowned out by the crowd. That was why the voices of doubt were so loud.
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