The four of them didn't have a dog's nose like Wu Hai's. Therefore, they didn't smell anything. Only when Zhou Jia arrived and asked someone to take their number and wait for their food did the four of them look into the restaurant carefully.
In the restaurant, Yuan Zhou, dressed in a neat Han costume, lowered his head and stirred a big pot seriously. From the outside, they could see the white smoke curling up.
The four recalled the description of the food in the Yuanzhou shop when they checked the information about it again last night. Suddenly, they felt their stomachs aching.
At this time, Zhou Jia's melodious voice sounded, "The 16 customers in front, please come in for breakfast."
Zhou Jia's voice was clear and loud, but it was no different from the sound of nature in the ears of the four. They suppressed their excitement and eagerness to try and followed Wuhai into the restaurant carefully.
Wu Hai, who was being followed like this, turned his head around vigilantly and glanced at the four of them. His gaze seemed to be assessing the degree of danger they posed.
About five seconds later, Wuhai turned back and said to Yuan Zhou precisely, "One serving of breakfast. How much is it?"
That's right. Now, Wuhai didn't even ask what Yuan Zhou wanted for breakfast but directly asked how much it was. It was faster this way.
"One hundred and forty-eight," Yuan Zhou said straightforwardly.
"Okay, I've transferred the money." Wuhai waved his phone and sat down directly.
Meanwhile, he didn't forget to say, "Actually, I can directly transfer one million yuan to you. In this way, I don't need to pay every day."
Yuan Zhou didn't pay attention to Wuhai's words at all. He turned around and went to pick the fried dough sticks. It was not until Wuhai mumbled how much time he would lose to taste delicacies every day that Yuan Zhou said, "Cold or hot?"
"I want a cup of cold and a cup of hot." Since Meng Meng opened up the set meal and non-set meal, every time he had a choice, Wuhai always embodied the style of an adult, that was, he wanted both.
However, Yuan Zhou never gave him the chance, "One bowl for each of us."
"Alright, let's do it with ice. Forget it, let's do it hot." Wuhai subconsciously wanted to order something cold, but when he thought of Zheng Jiawei's stomach problems, he changed it to hot soybean milk.
"Please wait a moment." After saying that, Yuan Zhou lowered his head and went to get the soybean milk.
On the other side, Hao Cheng and the other three were very unified. Two of them ordered hot soybean milk, while the other two ordered iced soybean milk. They were going to exchange drinks later.
I forgot to mention that soybean milk and youtiao were the regular breakfast in Jiangsu and Zhejiang, so the four of them were very happy and glad when they heard it.
It was better to come at the right time than to come early.
After ordering the dishes, the four of them started to stare at Yuan Zhou simultaneously.
There were two huge containers in the open kitchen, one of which had white smoke curling up, which was obviously hot soybean milk, and the other one was milky white soybean milk that Hao Cheng could clearly see with his 1.5 point vision.
"Everyone, pour some out before you drink," Hao Cheng retracted his gaze and said solemnly to the three people beside him.
"Got it. Pour it out first before you drink it," Wang Qiang was the first to respond.
"Got it. Otherwise, I'm afraid I'll drink it all in one gulp," Liu Li touched his fat belly and said.
"Although I'm very confident in my self-control, I think it's better to do as you say, Chef Hao," Huang Fei took out the portable silicone bowl that he had prepared in advance and said naturally.
That's right. The four of them had agreed before they came that no matter what dish or meal it was, they had to put it into each other's silicone bowl before they ate it. In this way, they could avoid the situation where they ate it in a moment of excitement.
One should know that they had done a lot of homework before they came. It wasn't the first time that such a tragic thing had happened. There was a chef on the Internet who ate the same dish for three consecutive weeks and didn't taste anything special because he completely forgot to ponder and taste the dish as soon as it entered his mouth.
Because of that, Hao Cheng reminded them again.
Each of them even brought their own silicone bowls and bought them together with the same pattern of "My Emperor". In order to prevent such a situation, Hao Cheng and the other three had really worked hard.
The four of them came here to learn culinary skills, not to eat. That's right, that's it. At least, they thought so.
When Zhou Jia walked to the four of them with the tray, she found that there were silicone bowls of different colors placed in front of each of them.
Sitting in a row, naked. Zhou Jia unconsciously thought of this sentence. The scene of four middle-aged men whose ages added up to almost 200 years old sitting in their seats and waiting for their food.
Well, the scene was too beautiful. Zhou Jia didn't dare to think about it. Fortunately, with the excellent professionalism that she had trained in Yuanzhou Shop, she held back the desire to ridicule them. With a calm expression, she placed the soybean milk and fried dough sticks in front of them.
"The dishes for the four of you are ready. Please enjoy." After saying that, Zhou Jia put away the tray and went back to work.
"Thank you." Hao Cheng and the other three thanked her at the same time and then lowered their heads to look at the dishes in front of them.
Among them, Hao Cheng secretly and carefully inhaled a mouthful of the bean fragrance emitted from the soybean milk in front of him. Then, he said solemnly, "Come on. Let's share our soybean milk."
While saying that, he first carried his bowl and poured the hot soybean milk in his bowl to the person beside him.
Hao Cheng ordered the hot soybean milk, the fatty Liu Li ordered the iced soybean milk, Wang Qiang also ordered the hot soybean milk and the young Huang Fei ordered the iced soybean milk.
When ordering, the four of them had already thought it through. That way, they could take turns to share the same soybean milk.
The portable silicone bowl wasn't big. The bottom was only as big as a girl's palm, the height was only half a palm high and the diameter was only 10 cm. Such a bowl was really not big.
Even if the customers all complained that the amount of the dishes in Yuanzhou Shop was extremely small, in fact, the soybean milk served to them could fill up two and a half bowls of such silicone bowls.
However, Hao Cheng and the other three only poured half a bowl of soybean milk for each other. Besides, the amount was surprisingly the same.
"No need to share the fried dough sticks. I think it's the same for everyone," Liu Li said.
"Um. Then let's not share the fried dough sticks for now. Let's start eating," Hao Cheng nodded his head and said.
"Let's eat," Wang Qiang said.
Huang Fei deserved to be the youngest among the four. Therefore, his hand speed was also the fastest. He directly picked up the bowl and started to drink.
Huang Fei was born in a culinary family. Although his ancestor had never been a royal chef, he had always been a chef in a big salt merchant's family. It could be imagined that his family had a long history of learning.
When he first heard about Yuan Zhou, Huang Fei didn't show it on the surface, but he was not convinced in his heart. He was only 34 years old this year, but he was already a famous chef in Huaiyang Cuisine, be it in culinary skills, Knife Skills or overall culinary attainments. It wasn't an exaggeration to say that he was a genius.
But as his master, his father, and the older generation began to admire Yuan Zhou, to the point where some people even claimed that Yuan Zhou's culinary skills surpassed his own, Huang Fei began to take Yuan Zhou seriously and even saw him as a rival.
However, before Huang Fei could find a chance to challenge Yuan Zhou, Yuan Zhou's personal cooking exhibition shocked the whole of Southeast Asia, and the news of him obtaining the highest score in the history of personal cooking exhibitions came.
I can't afford to offend him, that was Huang Fei's first thought.
At that time, Huang Fei specifically found a video to watch Yuan Zhou's performance in the cooking exhibition. Even with the most picky eyes, Huang Fei could only find out that Yuan Zhou was not wearing a chef's uniform, but a traditional Chinese costume instead.
Even if he had a problem with Yuan Zhou, he had to admit it.
Moreover, after Yuan Zhou became famous, Yuan Zhou dressed in Hanfu and even became his personal label.
That was true. As long as one's culinary skills were solid, even if it wasn't good enough, one would still become the model of a craftsman.
Under such circumstances, when Huang Fei heard of Hao Cheng's plan, he followed him without any hesitation.
"I want to see how this ordinary soybean milk can change in the hands of Head Chef Yuan," Huang Fei drank a mouthful of soybean milk with such a thought in mind.
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