"Swish, swish, swish"
The kitchen knife in Yuan Zhou's hand was like a nimble rabbit. Although this metaphor was somewhat inappropriate, it looked so. While moving, he lowered his head and gnawed on the radish. In the blink of an eye, the green radish in his hand had changed into a new appearance.
Today, he had first communicated with the two masters of Yunnan Cuisine. Then, he had to visit Wuhai because he was injured. Therefore, he had no time to practice his knife skills. However, even if he had no time, he couldn't miss even a day. Therefore, he temporarily skipped the half an hour of reading.
Strictly speaking, Yuan Zhou originally wanted to squeeze out the time from sleeping. After all, reading every day was also the accumulation of cooking skills. Yuan Zhou didn't want to waste any time. However, he was stopped by the system before he could carry out the arrangement.
The reason was very simple. Even if he could quickly enter deep sleep with the help of the system, it would be bad for his health if he slept less. Helplessly, Yuan Zhou had to settle for the next best thing.
As mentioned before, Yuan Zhou's daily schedule had long been exposed on the Internet. Many people admired him, but a small number of netizens didn't believe it because they felt it was too boring. One or two days might be fine, but how could someone persist for a long time?
It was normal that they didn't believe it. Because they couldn't put themselves in his shoes, they didn't believe it. Regarding these doubts, Yuan Zhou had never come out to explain. After all, Yuan Zhou didn't work hard for others to see. He did it so that his cooking skills could improve slowly on the basis of not regressing.
"Speaking of which, the little student system really cares about the host." Yuan Zhou muttered to himself and then asked, "How's the progress of the main mission? I find that you are getting lazier and lazier. Previously, you would urge me to complete the mission. But recently, you don't remind me anymore."
The system explained, "After being promoted to an intermediate chef, I'm a mature chef. There's no need to remind me anymore."
Hearing this explanation, Yuan Zhou suddenly thought, "You're already a mature kitchen knife. You should learn to cut things by yourself." Then, he denied such unrealistic maturity in his heart. After thinking about it carefully, it was true. After he was promoted to an intermediate chef, the urging gradually disappeared.
Then, the system displayed the progress of the main mission: (23/30).
"The previous exchange of nine people was very useful, but the gap is still not small." Yuan Zhou rubbed his smooth chin. If things were to progress slowly, it would probably take another year to complete this mission. Why was there still another year? It was because Theroma had said that there would be a second exchange of nine people. However, the list of participants would also change.
Therefore, no matter what, it could be completed by then. However, Yuan Zhou felt that one year was still too long.
Ever since the System had issued the mission, it had specifically requested that he not take the initiative to cause trouble at the beginning, such as not to advertise. It said that doing so would damage his image. At that time, Yuan Zhou didn't understand, and now … Yuan Zhou still didn't understand what the System meant by "image". Perhaps the System's perception of image was different from that of humans on Earth?
Yuan Zhou gave him face and didn't ask any more questions.
His current task didn't have such restrictions. Perhaps it had something to do with him becoming an Intermediate Chef.
"The sun shines in the sky, and the flowers smile at me …"
A ringtone rang. Yuan Zhou looked at his phone subconsciously. At first, he thought it was a phone call, but then he realized it was a text message.
That's right. Yuan Zhou's ringtone and the ringtone of his text message were the same. In his words, it was easy to distinguish between the two by one ringtone. Otherwise, if there were too many ringtones, it would be too confusing. Who would know who was who? Although that was what he said, it didn't make sense at all.
"It's a message from Auntie Tong." Yuan Zhou picked up his phone and saw the sender.
[Yuan, I estimate that I will arrive on the last day of the month. I will leave after the New Year. I will tell you the specific time.] ]
[Okay. I will pick you up at that time. Auntie Tong, don't worry about your room. I will prepare it. You can come back and have fun.] ]
[You don't have to worry about leaving it to Little Yuan. Little Yuan has already become a famous chef. See you when the time comes. ]
[Good night. See you then.] [That's great.
"That's great. The time of Auntie Tong's return is finally fixed," Yuan Zhou said.
Although he had said that he would come back for the New Year, he hadn't fixed the time. He couldn't just go back on the eve of the New Year's Eve. More importantly, it wasn't easy for Yuan Zhou to arrange the accommodation.
"It's getting late. Time to sleep."
While Yuan Zhou had gone to bed, Boss Tong was still awake at the other side.
Perhaps it was because she had gone out for a walk, her mood became better. Her hair was still a little gray, but her skinny face was chubbier now. Her skin also became ruddy and she looked energetic.
"It's time to go back and have a look. Then …" Boss Tong leaned against the headboard and frowned slightly. It seemed that there were still some undecided things.
People were always like that. If they didn't force themselves, they would never make a decision.
The next day …
The sun rose from the horizon. The golden-red light shone through little by little and sprinkled on the dark ground, bringing light and warmth. A new day had begun.
"I surprisingly get the first place today. How lucky I am! The black beast's face must be very happy." Wang Hong was revising his new book. Why did he have to revise it? Because many things he had written couldn't be published.
Having not slept for a whole night, Wang Hong came to line up early and planned to have breakfast to comfort himself. He didn't expect that there would be such a pleasant surprise.
Those who came for breakfast were all regular customers. They were quite familiar with Wu Hai, who always appeared at every meal. Even if they weren't familiar with him, they would still be very familiar with him after seeing Wu Hai's posture in line twice. All of a sudden, the scene that they could see every day disappeared. Anyone would want to ask about it. Therefore, they started to discuss in a low voice. Most of them guessed that Wu Hai went to sketch or attend a meeting.
"It must be because of my good luck. Maybe it's a sign that my next book will sell well." Don't think that Wang Hong was exaggerating. In The Kitchen God, if you could get the first place, it would really be something worth celebrating.
"No, Brother Wang Hong, Brother Wu Hai is injured and is resting at home. As for whether the next book will sell well, it has more to do with the quality of the book itself and the market. Brother Wang Hong, you have to work hard!" The naughty kid happened to hear everyone's discussion when he passed by early in the morning with his backpack on his back.
The smile on Wang Hong's face froze. When he turned around, the naughty kid had already gone to school.
"So he is injured. I can go and see the divine beast of the shop." Although the smile on his face froze, Wang Hong still wanted to go and see Wu Hai.
"He is really well-informed. This kid will probably be the second Zheng Jiawei when he grows up." Yuan Zhou pondered.
Zheng Jiawei's reputation in The Kitchen God was quite good. In Mr. Wei's words, he hated sissy men, but Zheng Jiawei was the only one he didn't hate.
Regarding this evaluation, Zheng Jiawei once said something during a casual conversation, "I think the voice and way of speaking are personal problems. As for whether a man is sissy or not, it mainly depends on whether he can get hard at the critical moment. Oh, I'm not driving."
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