Grandpa Xue wasn't particular about it. He wiped his hands with a dirty towel before picking up his chopsticks to eat.
"Don't use disposable chopsticks. Didn't you see the news? Disposable chopsticks pollute the environment," Grandpa Xue lectured.
Director Xue listened to the lecture before watching Grandpa Xue eat. Grandpa Xue's appetite was really good. Perhaps it was because Director Xue was the one who bought the lunch, so the meat soup was finished in a short while.
"Alright, you have a busy day. If you have something to do, go do it. Don't disturb my business." Grandpa Xue waved his hand, gesturing for Director Xue to scram.
"Yes … Dad, tell me, I am the CEO of a company. Instead of resting at home, you have to repair shoes outside. Doesn't that make me seem unfilial?"
"Why? What's wrong with repairing shoes? Didn't you become a CEO because I repaired shoes? "Grandpa Xue immediately glared at him.
"Yes, yes, yes. This is traditional craftsmanship," Director Xue said.
Grandpa Xue said, "Get lost."
The Xue father and son had repeated the same conversation many times. In the end, Director Xue couldn't beat Grandpa Xue. In the end, to make his stubborn old man happy, Director Xue introduced shoe repair businesses to business partners who needed to repair shoes.
Speaking of which, Director Xue wouldn't have done this if he was afraid of losing face. It was mainly because he felt that his father had worked hard for most of his life and it was time for him to enjoy life.
Grandpa Xue watched Director Xue leave. Although he often complained that there were fewer people repairing shoes, he was actually quite happy to see this scene.
This was because, fundamentally, the people's lives had improved. The days of a few brothers wearing a pair of shoes were long gone. As for shoemakers, it could be said that they had been left behind by the train of time.
But then again, Grandpa Xue had been a shoemaker all his life. Although he didn't think it was traditional craftsmanship, it was definitely a craft.
In any case, Grandpa Xue's shoes were better than other shoemakers'!
Grandpa Xue just couldn't let it go. Besides, there were people like the old granny who would patronize his business. When there were no more people, he would probably be done for the rest of his life. Grandpa Xue was very open-minded.
Speaking of which, Zheng Jiawei really didn't find it troublesome. He found a pair of shoes with some cracks and carried them to the place that Director Xue had mentioned.
The place that Mr. Xue mentioned was very easy to find. They could see a shed nearby. The shoe repair machine was placed outside, so they could see it at a glance.
"Sir, please take a look at my shoes and fix them," Zheng Jiawei said as he walked forward.
"Young man, let me show you. I guarantee that I'll fix it for you. It's an old craft," Uncle Xue said with a smile.
Zheng Jiawei passed the bag to Uncle Xue and found a small stool to sit on.
Back at The Kitchen God, lunch was over, and Yuan Zhou had already started to move his cutting tools outside.
It was a rare sunny day in the afternoon, and the weather was very good. Yuan Zhou felt that it would be a shame not to practice his cutting skills in such weather.
The speed at which Yuan Zhou practiced his cutting skills was naturally very fast. Those who were watching also felt that time passed quickly. In the blink of an eye, a lifelike animal took shape in Yuan Zhou's hands.
Taoxi Road Sceneries, which was popular on the internet, had a well-deserved reputation. It was said that there was a small website that specialized in taking photos of the interesting things happening in Taoxi Road. It had already gained over 500,000 followers, and every time it took a photo of Yuan Zhou's sculpture, it would earn a lot of money.
Of course, it didn't capture Boss Yuan. The bullet screen was filled with "Next time for sure".
"Gao Gong, we are so lucky to be able to see the live version of Head Chef Yuan's sculpture," Little Zhang squeezed through the crowd and stood on his tiptoes, trying to get a better look.
"Indeed," Gao Gong was also engrossed in the scene.
The two were dressed in old but clean work clothes. When they arrived at Taoxi Road, their attention was immediately attracted by the scene of Yuan Zhou's sculpture.
They were also lucky to be able to see a tail being sculpted by Yuan Zhou. After Gao Gong and Little Zhang watched for about five minutes, it was time for Yuan Zhou's sculpting practice.
"Let's line up quickly. We will be able to get our numbers soon," Little Zhang quickly called out to them when he saw Yuan Zhou starting to pack up.
Although he had never been here before, there were a lot of guides for The Kitchen God on the internet. It wouldn't be a problem even if Little Zhang made a last-minute effort.
They arrived very early. Gao Gong and Little Zhang were lucky enough to be in the first echelon. When Su Ruoyan said, "The first 16 customers, please come in for dinner." They entered the Kitchen God one after another.
The two of them were at the end of the first echelon, and this was the result of Little Zhang's prompt decision. After all, many customers would come early to see Boss Yuan's sculpture and then line up for dinner. This was already a very smooth operation.
Therefore, Little Zhang and Gao Gong were able to squeeze into the first echelon due to Little Zhang's cleverness.
At the end of the line, the two of them naturally sat at a table for two.
As soon as they sat down, Little Zhang saw two thick dictionary-like menus on the table.
"Why is The Kitchen God so famous? Look at this menu. It's different from other restaurants. It's almost as thick as a Xinhua dictionary." Little Zhang opened the menu curiously.
"The fame of The Kitchen God isn't just for show." As a native of Chengdu, Gao Gong felt honored.
"What would you like to order?" Su Ruoyan had finished ordering the dishes of the customers in front.
At Yuan Zhou's side, he had already started to cook. With a sound of "Ding Ling Lang Lang", he immediately attracted the attention of Gao Gong and Little Zhang.
Only when Su Ruoyan came over did they remember that they hadn't ordered the dishes.
"I want a pickled vegetable platter and a serving of plain rice. Little Zhang, order whatever you want to eat. Don't stand on ceremony. It's my treat today." Gao Gong went straight to his destination. Although he admired Yuan Zhou very much, he had no appetite.
"Ok." Little Zhang nodded his head and finally ordered a serving of Twice Cooked Pork and a serving of plain rice.
Since he asked you to do whatever you want, you really did. Moreover, you followed your boss … How do you want to die?
Su Ruoyan recorded their orders quickly. After confirming that they had transferred the money, she handed the menu to Yuan Zhou.
"It's the first time that someone ordered the pickled vegetable platter." Yuan Zhou took the menu and only returned to the kitchen after he took a look at Gao Gong and Little Zhang curiously.
The pickled vegetable platter was actually very simple. It was just several kinds of pickled vegetables placed on a plate and then some chili oil dipping sauce was added. It was very fast.
Therefore, the dishes ordered by Gao Gong and Little Zhang were served in less than five minutes. The first dish was the pickled vegetable platter.
The snow-white plate was specially made and was divided into several squares evenly. The middle one was bright red, which was obviously the chili oil dipping sauce. The outer squares were the pickled vegetables, including pickled radish, cabbage, pickled cabbage, pickled cowpea, pickled mustard and garlic. There were exactly six kinds of pickled vegetables.
"It smells good." Gao Gong took a deep breath and a sweet and sour smell rushed into his nostrils.
His originally irritated mood was cleared up and saliva began to secrete in his bland and tasteless mouth. The feeling was really appetizing.
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