Since his wife was going to bring her friend here, Yuan Zhou, as one of the Top Five Modern Boyfriends, naturally had to be prepared to make her proud at all times.
At that time, the bright lights of the restaurant were cast on Yuan Zhou's usual solemn face, which made Yuan Zhou appear more mature and steady. But as soon as Mo Yu saw the person entering the door, he found the expression on Yuan Zhou's face became softer visibly.
"Two drinkers, please come in." Yuan Zhou's clear and loud voice sounded and greeted them as usual.
"Thank you. I'm going inside first. Take care, Little Ya." Mo Yu nodded to Yuan Zhou and then left straightforwardly without staying any longer.
"Okay, Sister Mo. I'm coming right away," Yin Ya said.
"Don't worry. I'm old and walk slowly." Mo Yu's voice passed from the sergestes wall view door.
Yin Ya couldn't help smiling. Then, she raised her head and looked at Yuan Zhou.
"Are you going to drink liquor tonight?" at that time, Yuan Zhou asked.
"No need. I just found out that Sister Mo is a drunkard and loves drinking liquor very much." Yin Ya shook her head and continued, "She's about the same level as Chen Wei before Wan was born. Besides, she has a high capacity for liquor."
"So it's definitely not my turn to drink liquor tonight. I'm just here to eat the side dishes." Yin Ya wrinkled her nose and said mischievously.
"That's good. You can drink some red wine when you're free," Yuan Zhou said.
"Um, I know." Yin Ya nodded her head.
"Then go ahead. It's not good to be late." Yuan Zhou knew that Mo Yu was Yin Ya's boss, therefore, he reminded her.
"Sister Mo is a nice person. I'm going in right away." Yin Ya first said that and then asked, "Are you going upstairs to read books or practice culinary skills today?"
Yin Ya knew that Yuan Zhou would read books to improve his knowledge in various aspects or practice culinary skills during the pub hours. That was why she asked that.
"Neither. I'm going to the pub to keep an eye on him today." Yuan Zhou shook his head and added, "After all, Mao Ye has just arrived. I have to take care of him."
When Yin Ya heard this, she immediately understood what Yuan Zhou meant. He wanted to go to the pub to accompany her.
"Thank you, Blockhead." Yin Ya looked around the restaurant quickly and then leaned forward to kiss Yuan Zhou's cheek. Then, she said in a low voice.
"Um, you're welcome." Yuan Zhou tried his best to maintain a silly smile on his face as he replied subconsciously.
Seeing Yuan Zhou's reaction, Yin Ya couldn't help but laugh, "Pfft, okay, okay, I'm going up, or else Sister Mo will get anxious."
"Yeah." Yuan Zhou nodded.
"Dadada Ta." As Yin Ya's footsteps faded away, Yuan Zhou also woke up.
"Although I just got a kiss, but tonight's not the same. It's not the same." Yuan Zhou muttered in a low voice. Only then did he touch his cheek. Then, he opened the partition and walked towards the pub as well.
Indeed, just now, Yin Ya and Mo Yu were the last customers to arrive at the pub. Now that the customers had all left, he naturally had to go to the pub like he had said earlier.
Step by step, he walked up the stairs to the second floor. The three tables in the pub were already filled with people. There was wine today, and naturally there was the Heavenly Demon Sect's Demon Lady Fang Heng and his father Fang Jianxiao, as well as Zheng Xian, who had always liked to drink alone.
Speaking of the Demon Lady's father, it had been a series of twists and turns. First, he had been hospitalized, and then he had handed over the winery to Fang Heng.
Fang Heng had also worked hard. Although he had been clumsy at the start, he had quickly gotten the hang of things. Now, he had even launched the 'Fang Family Bamboo Liquor', and his business was doing even better than when his father had been alive.
It was said that one's mood could affect one's health. Fang Jianxiao saw that his son had worked hard, and his business was booming, and his health was improving.
A few days ago, he had even brought Fang Heng's mother on a tour around Europe.
Tonight was the first time Fang Jianxiao had come to the pub since he had recovered, and he naturally could not drink too much. The Demon Lady had asked her father to do the lucky draw, firstly to broaden his horizons, and secondly to make up the numbers, so that Fang Heng could drink more.
The last table was naturally occupied by Yin Ya, who had just left Yuan Zhou's office, and her seemingly elegant boss, Mo Yu.
At this time, Mao Ye was busy serving everyone wine and dishes. Seeing Yuan Zhou arrive, he immediately greeted: "Good morning, Boss."
"En, nothing much, I'm just here to take a look." Yuan Zhou nodded, walking towards the bar counter with his usual stoic expression.
He did not look at Yin Ya at all, as he could not afford to expose himself.
"Boss Yuan, why are you here today? How rare!" Fang Heng was the first to greet him.
"I'm here to take a look." Yuan Zhou replied.
"To see what new wine we have?" Fang Heng asked curiously.
This question instantly attracted everyone's attention. After all, there was no one here who did not love wine.
Especially the wine of The Kitchen God, which was the guarantee of quality.
"I haven't thought about it yet." Yuan Zhou answered earnestly.
"Alright. It seems I still have to wait. But never mind, I haven't finished all the red wine." Fang Heng did not ask much, but just said optimistically.
After all, he hadn't tasted all the red wine in Yuan Zhou's cellar. Although he was looking forward to the new wine, the current wine was also very good.
Zheng Xian, nevertheless, said, "I hope Boss Yuan can relax the limit of drinking as the variety of wine increases. This wine is really good."
Zheng Xian swirled the Bamboo Liquor that was as clear as pear juice in the cup and said admiringly, "It's too little."
"It's indeed too little." Fang Heng also nodded his head in agreement.
At the beginning, Fang Jianxiao really wanted to have a second child when he knew that his son had gone to other places to drink wine.
After knowing that the The Kitchen God was becoming more and more famous, and that he had come here and fallen in love with it, Fang Jianxiao did not have such thoughts. His thoughts were simple. There had to be a reason for it to be famous. Furthermore, it was really, really good, even better than his own.
After recovering from his illness and drinking the Bamboo Liquor again, Fang Jianxiao instantly felt that his son was too much. Such a good wine, and yet he was restricted from drinking just because he was sick. That was too much. He should just have a second child.
Old Fang did not consider that in the past, Fang Heng would always come to the pub to drink in secret. Now that his father had just recovered from his illness, if his mother found out that he had allowed his father to drink again, the title of Heavenly Demon Sect Demonic Girl would no longer exist.
As Fang Heng and Yuan Zhou conversed, Fang Jianxiao silently drank silently.
On the other side, when Mo Yu heard that there was no new wine, he did not join in the conversation, directly finishing a bottle of beer in one go, sighing in satisfaction.
"It's not good to drink too much." Yuan Zhou said seriously, before sitting back down on the chair behind the bar.
"Yes, Boss is also trying to prevent everyone from getting drunk." Mao Ye nodded resolutely.
"You little girl, you've only been here for a few days, and you already know how to speak so well. The way you protect Boss Yuan, you're just like Little Min." Zheng Xian teased Mao Ye with a smile.
Although Mao Ye and Su Ruoyan had only been here for a few days, Zheng Xian was already familiar with them, just like Mu Xiaoyun, Zhou Jia and Shin Min.
That was because Zheng Xian loved to be with these young girls, and being with them made her feel young.
"Dad, what are you doing!" Fang Heng turned around and discovered Fang Jianxiao's illegal actions.
"Heh heh, nothing at all." Fang Jianxiao looked around, pretending nothing had happened.
"Don't you know your own body? I brought you here just to let you have a taste. "
Fang Heng was extremely annoyed. If his father drank one more mouthful, wouldn't he drink less? Oh no, he was worried about Old Fang's body.
"Fang Heng, this is your fault." Zheng Xian said unhurriedly, "It's not like you don't know how delicious Boss Yuan's liquor is. Besides, you brought Uncle Fang here for him to drink some."
"Yes, yes, yes." Fang Jianxiao nodded quickly.
It felt like a reversal. When Fang Jianxiao was young, he used to control Fang Heng in this way.
"Sister Xian, can you not make things difficult for me?" Fang Heng said.
Zheng Xian drank a mouthful of liquor and smiled, "This is fun."
"Three bottles." Fang Heng suddenly raised three fingers.
"Uncle Fang, you've just been hospitalized. You should drink less. Fang Heng is doing this for your own good." Zheng Xian immediately changed her words.
Fang Heng said three bottles, naturally, he used three bottles of bamboo liquor to bribe her.
"Are the youngsters nowadays so outstanding?" Fang Jianxiao didn't say anything and could only watch his liquor being taken away by Fang Heng.
Mao Ye chuckled at the side. She felt that although Zheng Xian was a few years older than Fang Heng, they had an inexplicable feeling of being a couple.
"Sister Mo, why don't you find a boyfriend?" Yin Ya took advantage of the good atmosphere and asked curiously.
"Actually, my conditions for finding a boyfriend are very simple. I don't want a car, house, or savings, because I have all of them." While speaking, Mo Yu gulped down another glass of beer.
Yin Ya asked again, "Then what do you want, Sister Mo?"
"As long as he can drink more than me," Mo Yu said.
"…" Yin Ya didn't say anything. She now knew why Sister Mo was single.
Recently, after following the deputy chief, Yin Ya heard a lot of legends about Sister Mo. For example, it was normal for one person to drink five people at a company gathering. It was said that once she drank seven strong men from Inner Mongolia to the ground.
People gave her a nickname: Wine like water, stomach like the sea.
"Sister Mo, I think we can lower this requirement a little and set a small goal first." Yin Ya suggested sincerely.
"A small goal. Can you drink one-third of mine?" Mo Yu asked.
"…" Yin Ya changed the topic. "Let's continue eating. Fang Heng's dishes are really good."
"I'm going to prepare some pastries to sober up." Yuan Zhou suddenly sent a message.
After that, the pub was silent for about three seconds.
Then, the pub was filled with cheerful laughter.
"Hahaha, is this the joke of the day? It's really funny. "
"I've never drunk enough. What are the pastries for?"
"Boss Yuan is still so humorous."
That was Fang Heng and Zheng Xian's reaction.
Very good, you can do it. This was something that Yuan Zhou had rarely seen. Within the Master Chef Restaurant, he was choked and unable to speak.
Five packs of beer was really not enough for Mo Yu. It didn't take long for her to finish it. It was just to quench her thirst.
Luckily, Mo Yu had brought a bottle of beer for herself in advance. But as soon as she twisted the cap, she silently screwed it back on.
"Sister Mo, what's wrong?" Yin Ya asked.
"Well, I just feel that after drinking the beer here, I don't want to drink the beer outside for the time being." Mo Yu felt everything was tasteless.
"Hahaha, Sister Mo, you know the result just by looking at the beer you brought." Zheng Xian said, "Although The Kitchen God has a lot of rules, the food is really good and the beer is also really good. If we don't drink enough, we will wait until the second half of the night. At that time, when the taste of alcohol in our mouths has dispersed, we can get together to drink again."
Mo Yu nodded her head with deep feelings. "You are really a group of smart guys."
Happy times always passed quickly. After the pub was closed, Mao Ye packed up his things and got on the last bus under the gaze of Yuan Zhou.
Yin Ya went home to sleep. Mo Yu, Zheng Xian and Fang Heng, the drunkard, prepared to drink the next round at Fang Heng's home.
Before going to bed, Yuan Zhou was thinking about a problem. With the big gift bag of street snacks, he originally thought whether to eat the dishes with wine or not. But now he thought it was a bit wasteful.
Yuan Zhou asked with certainty, "System, is it drizzling tomorrow?"
The system displayed, "Yes, it's drizzling on a bright night, and the breeze is gentle."
That's not bad. I can skip the BBQ tomorrow night and get some slimming nemesis, the street snacks!
Poor Wang Hong, the fan of BBQ chicken wings, finally waited for a rainy day … but then he changed the dishes. It was unknown how this new martial arts writer would react.
"Wow, not bad. Even the system can recite poems. It's worth encouraging." Yuan Zhou was quite surprised, although he didn't know which poem it was from.
The system kept silent for a while and then displayed, "Host, is it interesting to tease the system?"
Although the words were flat, the system's helplessness and difficulty could be seen.
Therefore, Yuan Zhou replied quickly, "Of course it is. Otherwise, why would I tease you?"
The system didn't say anything.
"An excellent host is always so honest and lovable." Yuan Zhou praised himself and then went to sleep.
On the next day, Yuan Zhou got a piece of news that Mr. Ma wasn't in the small mountain village anymore but settled in Dujiangyan for the past two months.
It was just as well. If it was the small mountain village before, Yuan Zhou would have to take a plane to go there. It would take him one day to go there. In other words, he had to ask for leave again.
Yuan Zhou even prepared to find a suitable time to put up the leave notice … As long as the date was suitable, the customers wouldn't clamor for a fight.
It was just as well. Dujiangyan was very close to Chengdu. It would only take one afternoon to go there.
As a man of action, Yuan Zhou arrived at Dujiangyan in the afternoon of the same day. In a manor in the suburbs, he met Mr. Ma whom he hadn't seen for a long time.
Yuan Zhou said, "Mr. Ma, you are still as healthy as before."
"What's the matter? Just tell me directly." Mr. Ma's attitude was still the same.
It also showed that Mr. Ma's attitude towards people wasn't based on whether they were famous or not. It was just that he had such a bad temper.
Yuan Zhou made his purpose clear. His words were basically the same as what he had said to Zhou Shijie yesterday because both of them were senior chefs that Yuan Zhou respected.
"Global Chefs Alliance? That old man Manfred? "Mr. Ma blurted out.
Actually, Yuan Zhou wanted to say that Manfred should be about the same age as Mr. Ma, but it wasn't convenient for him to say that. Therefore, he just nodded.
"I've seen him once in a cooking competition at a banquet before." Mr. Ma said, "I really didn't expect that. You are getting better and better. Good. Since you came all the way here to invite me personally, you're giving me face. I agree."
It was much easier than Yuan Zhou had imagined. From this matter, he learned that everything should be planned, but he didn't need to think too much or worry too much at the beginning. That was sometimes not good for doing things.
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