Fang Heng instructed personally. The waiters worked very fast. Just in a little while, they packed several special dishes with liquor in ceramic lunchboxes.
"Take them away." Fang Heng handed the lunchboxes to him with a manner of contempt.
"Thank you." Zheng Jiawei thanked him smilingly and then received the lunchboxes and prepared to leave.
"Wait. Is the food served in that restaurant really delicious?" Fang Heng asked cautiously.
"What? Are you curious?" Looking at Fang Heng's manner, Zheng Jiawei teased him.
"Yes, I'm just asking." Fang Heng admitted straightforwardly without any hesitation.
"It's definitely delicious. At least, it suits Xiaohai's appetite. He takes that restaurant as his canteen now." Speaking of that, Zheng Jiawei felt both angry and amused.
"Ok. You can leave now. Bye." Fang Heng thought for a while and then began to see the customer out.
"You are really the same as Xiaohai. You throw me away after using me." Zheng Jiawei complained and then went back to Wuhai and left with the others.
...
"Boss Yuan, since your restaurant can brew liquor, I want a bowl of plain porridge." It was the business time in the evening and a customer said that.
"Porridge doesn't belong to the 100 Styles of Rice Cuisine. Please change to another one." Yuan Zhou said earnestly.
"Alright. Plain rice and a serving of Jin'ling Grass." Finally, the customer chose plain rice.
Just in a little while, Yuan Zhou carried the dishes to the customer and put them on the table carefully. "Please enjoy."
"Boss Yuan, I'm here again. Do you want to guess what I want to order today?" Dressed in a white shirt and jeans, Jiang Changxi was as youthful as a college student. She didn't look like a three-lost woman at all.
"No." Yuan Zhou refused flatly.
Ever since Jiang Changxi ate the Black Sugar Rice Cake last time, she had fallen in love with it. Therefore, she asked Yuan Zhou various difficult questions of the 100 Styles of Rice Cuisine.
She always came here once a day. Every time, she would order the 100 Styles of Rice Cuisine. Moreover, they were all strange dishes, such as Fried Rice Cake, Rice Cake, Rice Layer Cake, etc. There were too many to mention. With such a way of cooking, Yuan Zhou knew what she would order today without guessing. However, Yuan Zhou didn't want to say it.
"Aiya, did Boss Yuan spend too much energy last night? He can't even give such an obvious answer." Jiang Changxi looked at Yuan Zhou with pity.
This was also the reason why Yuan Zhou did not want to guess. Every time this guy came, he would say something inexplicable.
"What do you want to eat?" Yuan Zhou looked at Jiang Changxi seriously.
"Boss Yuan, you will scare me. Ask me gently and I will tell you." Jiang Changxi would not let go of any opportunity to tease him.
"Sir, what would you like to eat?" Yuan Zhou directly ignored Jiang Changxi's request and asked the customers behind him.
"Alright, I won't tease you anymore. I want the congee." Jiang Changxi ordered the most normal 100 Styles of Rice Cuisine smilingly.
"Porridge is not included in the 100 Styles of Cooking." Yuan Zhou revealed a complacent expression on his face, which was so light that it was almost invisible.
"Why not? Porridge only needs rice and water, without any supplementary ingredients. "Jiang Changxi was a little surprised.
"Porridge is not included in the 100 Styles of Cooking. Please order another one." Yuan Zhou didn't intend to explain.
"Okay. If you don't want to cook it, wait for me. Let me search for it first." While saying that, Jiang Changxi suddenly sat down and took out her phone to search on Baidu.
Yuan Zhou ignored Jiang Changxi. He looked at the customers behind him in the line and revealed an expression of inquiry.
"Boss, he wants the Egg Fried Rice Set." Mu Xiaoyun said timely at the side.
"One moment." Yuan Zhou turned around and went back to the kitchen.
Jiang Changxi's slender and beautiful fingers slid quickly on the screen of the phone. Just in a little while, she found what she wanted.
When Yuan Zhou carried the Egg Fried Rice Set to the customers, Jiang Changxi said confidently, "Boss Yuan, I want a serving of the congee of the 100 Styles of Cooking Rice Cuisine."
"Ok. One moment, please." Yuan Zhou nodded the head and answered.
"Wait. I'm afraid that's not right." The customer who had just ordered the porridge and was refused had just finished his meal.
Originally, when he heard someone else ordered the same thing as him and was refused, he felt a little sympathetic. But now, there was only dissatisfaction left.
"What's the matter?" Yuan Zhou wouldn't let Mu Xiaoyun deal with this kind of thing. Therefore, he asked the customer personally.
"Boss Yuan, I'm afraid it's against the rules to do that. It will also damage your reputation as a compass." The customer didn't look good, but his tone was still ordinary.
"Just say it." Yuan Zhou revealed a calm expression.
At that time, the customers waiting in line also began to discuss spiritedly.
"What's wrong with Boss Yuan? Aren't the porridge and the congee the same? "Someone said with puzzlement.
"Exactly. Is it because of the different appellations?" Someone else was also curious if it was because of the appellations.
"What's the difference? It's just the difference of one word and two words." He said with a disdainful tone, waiting to watch a good show.
"It's not this difference. From the word structure, the word 'porridge' is more ancient, while the word 'congee' is more recent." Then, he said many allusions of congee, which made the person who had said the difference of one word and two words speechless.
"I guess it's because of the different cooking methods." The customers still trusted the reputation of Yuan Zhou very much. They definitely had their own reasons. However, they still wanted to hear Yuan Zhou's explanation.
"Let's just wait and see what Boss Yuan says." The customers naturally wanted to watch the bustle.
"When I ordered the porridge just now, Boss Yuan said the porridge wasn't part of the 100 Styles of Rice Cuisine. However, this lady's order was accepted. What does that mean?" The customer immediately pointed out Jiang Changxi.
"Because you ordered the porridge and she ordered the congee. What's the problem?" With a calm tone, Yuan Zhou straightforwardly brought out the difference.
"Aren't porridge and congee the same thing? Why can she order it but I can't?" The customer still revealed a puzzled look.
"They're not the same thing." Yuan Zhou corrected him with a solemn expression.
"It's just a different way of saying it. What's the difference?" The customer was quite persistent.
"Forget it. Let me explain." Having watched the show for quite a while, Jiang Changxi decided to do it herself.
"Boss Yuan, don't thank me too much. Just go and cook for me quickly." Before explaining, Jiang Changxi didn't forget to tease Yuan Zhou.
"Actually, the porridge and congee are indeed not the same thing." Seeing Yuan Zhou really turn around and go back to the kitchen, Jiang Changxi turned her head and said to the customer.
"Why are they not the same thing?" The customer crossed his arms on his chest and revealed a manner of disbelief.
"You want to order plain porridge, right?" Jiang Changxi set the tone first.
"Yes. It doesn't violate the rules of the 100 Styles of Rice Cuisine." The customer still abided by the rules of Yuanzhou Shop.
"But plain porridge is the traditional food of the Han people in Qingzhou Province. In the Qingzhou Congee, the porridge without any condiments is called plain porridge. Is that right?" Jiang Changxi liked to keep people guessing.
"Yes. So I think the porridge belongs to the 100 Styles of Rice Cuisine." The customer revealed a firm look.
"It doesn't belong to the 100 Styles of Rice Cuisine. I won't explain in detail the difference between the cooking methods of plain porridge and congee." Although Jiang Changxi looked young and charming, her words were quite persuasive.
"What's the point?" The customer and the onlookers were all very curious.
Theoretically, there shouldn't be any difference apart from these differences. But why did it seem that there was a major difference?
"Because the broth is needed to cook the porridge while the congee doesn't." Jiang Changxi brought out the biggest difference between the two.
"Serve the broth? Is it necessary to cook the porridge?" The customer was puzzled. For the first time, he knew that plain porridge and congee were not the same thing …
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