As for how much money Ling Hong transferred to Yuan Zhou, Yuan Zhou only took a glance at it and didn't pay much attention to it.
In fact, Yuan Zhou did this to reduce the burden on Ling Hong's heart.
After all, money was nothing to Ling Hong, a second-generation rich kid who started his own company. However, it could make the two of them feel more comfortable together.
Therefore, after Ling Hong walked out of the corridor, Yuan Zhou also put away his phone and walked out of the corridor.
When the two of them entered the room, Ruan Xiaoqing had already finished all the food. It could be said that the bowl was empty.
"How is it, Boss Yuan? You don't need to blacklist me anymore, right?" Ruan Xiaoqing smiled proudly.
"I told you just now that I won't," Yin Ya said with a smile.
"Well, Yin Ya said what I wanted to say," Yuan Zhou said.
"Tsk tsk, I'm already full and you're still feeding me dog food. Isn't that right, Lady Boss?" Ruan Xiaoqing teased Yin Ya.
"No." Yin Ya instantly blushed.
"It'll be quick," Ruan Xiaoqing teased.
"Well, I will work hard." Yuan Zhou first nodded at Ruan Xiaoqing, then turned his head to Ling Hong and said, "You too, work hard."
This time, it was Ruan Xiaoqing's turn to blush, while Ling Hong smiled and agreed shamelessly.
On the other hand, Sister Hong was happily tidying up the empty lunch boxes. At the same time, she sniffed the remaining aroma in the air.
Damn, this smell is too fragrant. This Boss Yuan is really amazing, Sister Hong thought as she tidied up, but she was too embarrassed to ask if Yuan Zhou was going to open the restaurant.
After all, she did everything she could to stop Ruan Xiaoqing from eating. If she were to ask if he was going to open the restaurant now, she naturally couldn't bring herself to ask.
She could only lower her head and tidy up the lunch boxes before carefully handing them to Yin Ya.
At the same time, Sister Hong didn't forget to say, "This lunch box is really exquisite."
"This is specially used in his restaurant," Yin Ya said with a smile.
"It's good stuff," Sister Hong said.
"Yes, he will use the best of everything," Yin Ya said proudly.
"That's why Miss Ruan loves to eat it," Sister Hong lamented.
"Actually, as long as you've eaten it, you'll love it." Yin Ya didn't hesitate to praise Yuan Zhou.
"Of course, the smell is really fragrant." This time, Sister Hong nodded her head in admiration.
"It's time to go back, it's getting late," Yuan Zhou said.
"Goodbye then," Yin Ya nodded and said to Ruan Xiaoqing, Ling Hong, and Sister Hong.
"Goodbye. Thank you, Boss Yuan. Thank you, Sister Yin Ya." Ruan Xiaoqing also waved gently.
"You don't have to thank me. You've said so much better today," Yin Ya said with a smile.
"Alright, I won't say anymore." Ruan Xiaoqing nodded.
"Goodbye," Sister Hong also said goodbye.
"Let me send you guys off." Ling Hong also waved his hand.
"No need." Yuan Zhou nodded and then walked out of the ward with Yin Ya.
"Alright then, take care on the way back. I won't disturb you guys anymore," Ling Hong said with a smile.
This time, Yuan Zhou didn't answer. As for Yin Ya, her hand was held by Yuan Zhou and she was not in the mood to answer Ling Hong.
Instead, Sister Hong said with a smile, "The two of them are really a good match."
The two of them walked along the corridor of the hospital with the empty food boxes and then took the elevator downstairs. Then, Yin Ya sent Yuan Zhou back as she did when she came.
However, this time, Yuan Zhou stood at the intersection and watched Yin Ya drive away.
Just like that, several days passed. During this period, Yuan Zhou would either bring Yin Ya to deliver food to Ruan Xiaoqing after dinner time or Ling Hong would come to pick it up personally.
As time passed, Ruan Xiaoqing was able to eat the same amount of food as before she was hospitalized. Although she could still only eat one meal, her condition was getting better.
On the other side, the Young Chefs Exchange Conference proposed by Yuan Zhou had begun to register like a raging fire.
At this time, both the online registration and the specialized consultation staff were extremely busy. They even received many overseas calls.
Thus, another overseas call came.
"Hello, do you have an English registration website?"
The registration website for the Young Chefs Exchange Conference indicated the offline consultation number.
The person who answered the phone was arranged by Qin Kaili. He was originally a clerical staff of the association, not an outsourced customer service company.
There were four girls in total. Actually, the first few days were quite leisurely. There were only a few calls and most of them were asking about small details, such as, "Apart from Head Chef Yuan, have the judges been confirmed?", "Are there any requirements for the registration dishes?", and so on.
However, from today onwards, or to be precise, from 9: 30 this morning, there were many foreign phone calls. English was fine, and they could communicate in basic English. However, some people spoke Japanese, Thai, and even the more niche Indonesian and Burmese. They really couldn't do that.
Little Zhao was one of the temporary customer service staff. When he heard the strange accent, he immediately answered, "I'm sorry, sir. Currently, we only have one website for registration. We don't have an English website."
"Here's the thing. I'm an Indian chef. I want to register but failed," said the person on the other end of the phone.
You couldn't blame him for his strange accent. After all, he was an Indian who spoke Chinese.
"I want to find a VPN software but failed. I want to register. I'm an Indian chef, 31 years old this year. I meet the requirements."
"Sir, don't worry. Please leave your information. I'll register for you backstage." Although Little Zhao wasn't a professional customer service staff, his business ability was excellent. He reacted quickly.
The Indian chef on the other end of the phone was called Kunal. His phone number and Aadhaar number were all left behind.
Originally, the backstage registration authority was for domestic chefs who failed to register due to system malfunctions. After all, no system was perfect.
Unexpectedly, this authority became a blessing for foreign chefs who failed to climb over the wall.
"I have a lot of foreign chefs registered. Is there any problem?" Little Zhao immediately asked his colleague after he hung up the phone.
Little Zhao had seen the application materials when he was handling the documents. The Young Chefs Exchange Conference was a national event. Look carefully, it was only a national event.
"No problem," his colleague answered quickly.
Little Zhao looked at his colleague in astonishment, wondering why he answered so decisively.
"Starting from 9: 00 this morning, I've also received applications from national chefs from various countries. Roughly speaking, there should be more than 20 countries." His colleague spread out his hands. "The rules of our Young Chefs Exchange Conference are very clear. As long as the chefs are 11-34 years old, it's okay. There's no restriction on nationalities."
"What can we do? We can't refuse all the applications." His colleague also expressed helplessness.
Next, Little Zhao and the other three people were really busy like spinning tops. The phone never stopped.
At the same time, their ability to understand dialects was greatly tempered.
The English of many countries was mixed with accents or pronunciation habits, which was quite difficult to understand.
Time passed in busyness.
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