"Oh my god. That's more than three months of leave." After a while of silence, someone exclaimed.
"Yes. The wedding needs at least half a year to prepare from the planning to the actual holding. First, the hotel needs to be booked half a year in advance. Then, the wedding photography, wedding planning company and emcee should be arranged three to four months in advance." The naughty kid counted with his fingers.
"And this is just the preliminary preparation. After the wedding photography is done, we need to send out the invitations one to two weeks in advance." The naughty kid continued.
"All these things seem to take a long time," someone said in a daze.
"Of course. Let me tell you a joke. Do you know why I didn't get a divorce?" a middle-aged man said with a sorrowful expression.
Before the others could answer, he continued, "Because I don't want to get married a second time. I feel like I will die of exhaustion."
"By the way, this is just the preparation for Uncle Yuan's wedding. We still have to go on a honeymoon trip and propose to Sister Yin Ya." The naughty kid looked at the changing expressions of the adults and felt it was rather interesting. Therefore, he continued.
Hearing the naughty kid's words, he really wanted to kill him.
"Don't say anymore. I'm about to cry when I know the truth," someone couldn't help covering his face and said.
"I feel like I will get anorexia if Boss Yuan really receives the invitations for so long," a customer touched his stomach and sighed with lingering fear.
"Yeah." The customers nodded their heads approvingly.
Just like that, the atmosphere fell into silence again. However, not many people stood out to say anything.
"I'm not that talented, but I'm the wedding planner," a middle-aged man in a traditional Chinese suit said.
"I'm the emcee and emcee." A slender and pretty girl also reached out her white and tender hand and gestured.
"I'm the photographer for the cover of magazines," a skinny man with a crew cut said. He looked spirited but thin.
The introduction of these people made the customers dumbfounded. They had no idea why these people suddenly introduced their professions.
"What I mean is, if Boss Yuan wants to get married, he doesn't need to find anyone else. I can do the planning for free and try my best to satisfy Boss Yuan without having to leave the restaurant," the middle-aged man said earnestly.
"Me too. I run a wedding planning company. I hope I can give Boss Yuan a relaxing and unforgettable wedding in the future." A middle-aged woman who looked capable and experienced pushed up the glasses on her face and said firmly.
As the two of them spoke, the diners present understood what they meant this time. In an instant, they started talking about their professions and began to discuss enthusiastically.
During this period, there was even a rich boss of a jewelry store who said that he was going to be in charge of Yuan Zhou's proposal and wedding ring. He also promised that he would customize the ring according to Yuan Zhou's requirements and would personally deliver it to Yuan Zhou for him to look at. He promised that he would provide the best service.
"Actually, what I want to say is that Uncle Yuan and Big Sister Yin Ya just got together. They shouldn't be thinking about getting married so soon. These uncles and aunties are really thinking too far ahead." The naughty child looked at the adults who were having a heated discussion and thought to himself.
Of course, the naughty child was very smart and didn't say that out loud. He just stood at the side and listened.
Just like that, unknown to Yuan Zhou, many people had started to compete for the position even though his wedding hadn't been announced yet. They were all discussing with each other how to let him have a happy wedding without worrying about anything.
Well, this was probably the charm of Yuan Zhou.
Of course, these were only the discussions of the diners and Yuan Zhou didn't know about it. Therefore, after Yuan Zhou attended the wedding, the business of the restaurant went on as usual and the diners restrained themselves from discussing it anymore. However, they seriously prepared one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, seventy, eighty rooms.
Now, there were two new words on the Internet, "Yuan Qu Room". What was the room that was more difficult to buy and more expensive than the room in the school district? That was the Yuan Qu Room.
"Yuan Qu Room" referred to treating friends to a meal in Yuanzhou shop and filling up the whole table. This was definitely going to cost a lot of money.
After the wedding, April came to Chengdu. The weather was getting warmer and warmer, and the sun had started to seriously go to work.
Dr. Herbert, his friend Magnon, and his wife, Sharon, came to Huaxia under such weather.
Speaking of which, the three of them should have come a long time ago, but Magnon's wife, Sharon, had been hospitalized for a week before they left for Huaxia because of food problems. After that, she was discharged and came to Huaxia when she felt a little better.
After being hospitalized again, Sharon's body became even worse. She was terrifyingly thin, her cheekbones were prominent, and her cheeks were sunken. Her dark brown eyes were a little dull.
Sharon looked more like a piece of wood than the master chef, Chen Mu.
Before coming to Huaxia, Sharon could still force herself to pack her luggage, but this time, Magnon was the one who pushed her out.
Yes, Sharon had been unable to eat for a long time and had to rely on fluids to maintain her nutrition. It was difficult for her to walk now.
Magnon turned to his friend, Dr. Herbert, and said with a straight face, "Are you sure Mr. Yuan from Zhou can make Sharon eat?"
"My friend, of course I'm not sure, but that's what Mr. Gner said," Herbert said helplessly.
"If it's really possible, I'll do whatever it takes," Magnon mumbled to himself as he looked at his frail wife in the wheelchair.
"Hey, cheer up. Don't let Sharon worry about you." Dr. Herbert did not say much. He only patted his friend's shoulder and pointed at Sharon.
"Of course, Sharon. How are you, tired? Do you need to go to the hotel and rest?" Magnon lowered his head and asked his wife gently.
"No need. I'm very interested in the chef that everyone is praising. I think we can go there tonight," Sharon said three times in one sentence, but it was very clear.
"Alright, I'll listen to you, Sharon. Look, we're out of the airport. Huaxia looks nice," Magnon said in a relaxed tone, trying to cheer up his wife.
"Sharon, you should be happy. The food tonight might be very delicious. After all, that's a chef that even Chu Dou can't surpass," Dr. Herbert winked at Sharon and said gently.
"Yes, I'm looking forward to it," Sharon said.
"That's good. Let's go. I've already found an interpreter and a car to accompany you. It's right in front." Magnon nodded and pushed the wheelchair to the parking lot.
Dr. Herbert and his friend Magnon looked at each other. They both saw the worry in each other's eyes, but they did not say it out loud.
In fact, the two did not have much confidence in Yuan Zhou's cooking, but Sharon's condition did not allow them to say it out loud.
Dr. Herbert was an expert in pancreatic cancer. The formation of pancreatic cancer was very complicated, and the chances of curing it were very low, not to mention Sharon's serious condition.
They did not actually want to cure her. They only hoped that Sharon could be like Mr. Gner had said, that the chef could make her eat something instead of vomiting.
In fact, all illnesses would have some effect when food was available. The person would feel better both psychologically and physiologically.
For example, if a person had a cold, they would feel better if they could eat something. If they could not eat, they would only feel weaker and worse.
Pancreatic cancer was not as simple as a cold, but eating was definitely good for the body.
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