One hour wasn't a short time. However, in Yuanzhou shop, even two or three hours were considered short, let alone one hour. Especially for those who wanted to eat but didn't get to eat, it was even shorter.
Confucius said, "Death is like a man who does not give up day and night."
This sentence sufficiently warned us that mortals should cherish time. If we wanted to eat the dishes of The Kitchen God, we had to hurry up and queue up.
During the lunch break, Yuan Zhou would look at the customers present from time to time. This action was because Yuan Zhou wanted to look for someone. Of course, he didn't pay much attention to it, because he could call him after the business hours.
Recently, however, Yuan Zhou was really lucky. When the lunch was about to end and the second last batch of customers came in, Yuan Zhou found the target he was looking for — Wu Yungui.
"Boss Wu, if you have nothing to do later, please wait for a while after lunch."
Yuan Zhou carried the dishes to Wu Yungui personally. Coincidentally, Wu Yungui was sitting on the grandstand, so Yuan Zhou could carry the dishes to him. That was how he usually did it.
Otherwise, he could only ask Su Ruoyan to pass the message to him. If he had something to discuss with someone, he definitely had to say it in person to show his sincerity.
However, there were still customers behind. No matter what, it was his own business to look for Boss Wu. He couldn't delay the customers' dining time because of his personal time. Therefore, he could only ask Su Ruoyan to pass the message to him. Then, Yuan Zhou would apologize to him.
Of course, now was the perfect time.
"No problem. Boss Yuan, feel free to tell me later." Wu Yungui immediately nodded his head.
"Thank you, Boss Wu." Yuan Zhou nodded his head courteously and continued cooking.
It could be said that Yuan Zhou cooked dishes according to everyone's preferences. It could be seen from Wu Yungui's actions. Generally speaking, as long as Wu Yungui ordered the two dishes, Yibin Burning Noodles and Saliva Chicken, Yuan Zhou would adjust the taste of the noodles appropriately.
It wasn't that Wu Yungui's taste was bland. On the contrary, Wu Yungui's taste was heavy. He liked salty and spicy food. Yuan Zhou did this because of Wu Yungui's unique way of eating. He would first get rid of the chicken, then pour all the red and spicy sauce into the noodles, stir it, and stuff a mouthful of noodles into his mouth. The spicy and spicy taste of the Saliva Chicken and the dry and spicy taste of the noodles were very refreshing.
This level of spiciness was just within Wu Yungui's tolerance range. Any more and it would be too spicy, and any less would not achieve the effect that Wu Yungui wanted.
"This is the reason why I like to come to The Kitchen God. No matter what flavor you want to eat, you don't have to say much and you will be able to eat the one that suits you best," Wu Yungui muttered to himself.
It was not easy to find a restaurant that suited one's tastes. In many restaurants, you could tell the waiter, "Less spicy, less oil," or "No garlic," but most of the time, the chef would not remember. Once he picked up his chopsticks and tasted it, it would still be there.
Wu Yungui ate mouthful after mouthful. However, every time he ate a mouthful, his lips would be stained with chili oil. Therefore, he had to wipe it off. After all, Wu Yungui was a boss and he needed to pay attention to his image.
The last dish of the lunch time was Steamed Chicken with Lotus Leaves. The person who ordered the dish was a travel expert in Chengdu. It was his first time coming to Taoxi Road and he successfully got the number.
The business hours ended.
Yuan Zhou walked to the door of the restaurant quickly and said, "Boss Wu, sorry to keep you waiting for a long time."
"It hasn't been long. Boss Yuan, you know that every time I come to The Kitchen God for a meal, I always make time first. Otherwise, if I'm in a hurry, I won't be able to enjoy the delicacies. Therefore, I don't have anything to do. It's also good to sit here and digest the food." Wu Yungui was a straightforward person. He asked straightforwardly, "Boss Yuan, what do you want to say? Just tell me."
"Boss Wu, is there any short-term house similar to a hotel apartment?" Yuan Zhou asked.
There was no place for Boss Tong to live in at home. Moreover, Boss Tong probably wouldn't be willing to live at home. The dry cleaning shop had been renovated long ago. It was impossible for anyone to live there. After thinking it over, Yuan Zhou felt it was more suitable to find a short-term house, which was free and relaxed.
Moreover, it'd better not be too far away from home. Otherwise, it would be inconvenient for Boss Tong to eat there. Actually, Yuan Zhou didn't want to bother others about this matter. However, in the vicinity … To be honest, Yuan Zhou couldn't find a house either.
Thinking of that, Yuan Zhou sighed inwardly, "It's all because of the development of the shopping malls around here. It makes it more and more difficult to find a house here." He sighed inwardly without any idea.
"There must be one. It's in the hotel not far from Taoxi Road." Wu Yungui said.
That was true. In The Kitchen God, more and more foreigners, especially foreign chefs, came to Taoxi Road since Yuan Zhou's personal exhibition. Some of them stayed for a few days and then went back to China. Some of them needed to stay for a long time. Therefore, it was necessary to arrange a high-end apartment for them. After all, many people didn't like to live in hotels.
Wu Yungui's principle of doing business had always been that if you had a demand, you would have a business.
"I have an elder who will come back at the end of the month. Is there a vacant room available?" Yuan Zhou asked.
"I need to ask about that. One moment, Boss Yuan." Wu Yungui took out his phone and intended to make arrangements.
Soon, Wu Yungui hung up the phone and said, "No problem, Boss Yuan. I've reserved a room for you. You just need to report your name and arrange a room for you."
"Thank you, Boss Wu." Yuan Zhou thanked him and then asked how much it was. Just like last time, Wu Yungui told him the price straightforwardly and then transferred the money through Alipay.
"You're insulting our friendship by saying thank you. Have you finished the warehouse that Boss Yuan built? Do you need any help?" With the construction going on day after day, the rough shape of the warehouse had been completed. Wu Yungui, who had never been curious, didn't ask much.
"No need. The workers have already started the decoration. You can go and check it when it's done," Yuan Zhou said.
"Okay. If Boss Yuan doesn't have anything else, I'm leaving now," Wu Yungui said.
"Sorry to trouble you this time, Boss Wu," Yuan Zhou said.
"You're welcome. Besides, Boss Yuan brings me business. To be honest, without Boss Yuan, the business of my apartment wouldn't be so good," Wu Yungui said.
The two of them didn't chat anymore. Wu Yungui came and went like a gust of wind.
"It's 2: 30 am now. It should be morning in France." Yuan Zhou took out his phone and planned to make a call.
"Du Du Du"
The call was quickly picked up. Then, a male voice came from the other end of the phone, "Hello, I'm Chu Xiao."
That's right. Yuan Zhou's call was to Chu Xiao. Last night, he had made up his mind to complete the mission. The first person he thought of was Chu Xiao.
"You're up?" Yuan Zhou asked.
"I'm in Singapore." Chu Xiao paused for a while.
"What are you doing in Singapore?" Yuan Zhou was a little curious.
After knowing Chu Xiao for so long, apart from him passing by Chengdu and coming to Yuan Zhou's restaurant frequently, Chu Xiao had basically been in France.
"Recently, I have some new ideas. I'm here to visit a few people and collect some ingredients," Chu Xiao said.
Ever since he heard Yuan Zhou's evaluation in the second individual exhibition, Chu Xiao felt like he had been injected with chicken blood. His enthusiasm soared and his inspiration burst forth. He felt that he had improved a lot. Recently, he went to Singapore because he felt that there was a dish there that could give him new inspiration. Moreover, several chefs who were good at that dish were all in China.
"Recently, I plan to communicate with some chefs, especially foreign famous chefs, in order to prepare for the Bogus World Cooking Competition. The number of foreign famous chefs I know is limited," Yuan Zhou came straight to the point and didn't beat around the bush.
"Then come tomorrow. I happen to need to come to Chengdu." With a smile, Chu Xiao said immediately, "As for communication, I think you and I are enough."
Yuan Zhou took the initiative to communicate with him. What did that mean?
It meant that Chu Xiao's cooking skills had been recognized. As a lifelong rival, Chu Xiao was certainly happy.
"Um … I think it's better to have more people to brainstorm," Yuan Zhou said.
"If you insist. But it will take some time to make an appointment."
Yuan Zhou nodded, "I know. No problem."
"Okay, I'll let you know," Chu Xiao said.
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