"Line up, line up." Once Yuan Zhou said that, everyone started to line up. Food was the most important thing for people. Eating was the most important thing.
"Humph. Let's go to eat." While saying that, Wuhai consciously went to the second place.
Seeing Cao Zhaoyuan at the end of the line, he couldn't help showing his teeth and smiling, which looked rather funny with his small mustache.
Cao Zhaoyuan had a good character. He didn't get angry and just pretended not to see it.
"How about it? Young man, do you see what I changed?" The grandpa stood behind Wuhai and asked jokingly.
"I didn't see it. I'm just a painter, not a sculptor." Wuhai said straightforwardly.
"It seems young people don't have good taste either." The grandpa said smilingly.
"I don't have good taste. But I live nearby and I can eat fast." Wuhai suddenly said proudly.
"This old man isn't far away, either." The grandpa indicated that he lived quite close to the restaurant.
Along with the jokes of the customers, five minutes passed quickly. Those in the front of the line swarmed into the restaurant and started to eat.
At 8: 30 in the evening, the man came again with wounds. Recently, he only came here after wiping the blood off. After all, the fried rice wouldn't taste good if blood dripped into it.
"Again? Is there a match today? Did you win? "A familiar customer asked naturally.
"No, I lost." The man was a little dispirited.
"Never mind. Anyway, it's not the first time. You'll get used to it." The consolation of this customer was worse than not saying it.
"Don't listen to him. You'll win next time." Someone couldn't bear to see that and said.
"Never mind. One serving of Egg Fried Rice cooked by Boss Yuan." The man smiled and said indifferently.
"One moment, please." Yuan Zhou answered with a nod.
Whether he won or lost in the boxing match, he would get money. However, he won more than he lost. At this time, he would come here to eat the Egg Fried Rice cooked by Yuan Zhou.
Before the pub opened in the evening, Yuan Zhou moved the statue of the court lady back and put it in the small courtyard of the pub. After all, the statue that was placed outside the door would disappear after a few hours, let alone the next day.
...
Early the next morning, Mu Xiaoyun happily began her day's work. Recently, she had been very happy, probably because something good had happened.
But soon, she couldn't smile anymore. The expression on her face was one of speechlessness.
The sound of the Yuanzhou shop had always been very good. Therefore, there were many people waiting in line at breakfast time. This time, a guy dressed sloppily, wearing a peaked cap and a shiny earring on his exposed ear. He looked very hip hop.
As soon as he came in, he began to mutter to the price list, "Soup dumplings are 66 yuan per steamer, Duck Oil Sesame Seed Cake is 68 yuan per piece, Assorted Vegetable Buns are 78 yuan per piece, Lotus Root Starch is 80 yuan per bowl. These things are so expensive, which fool would order them?"
As soon as this person said this, Mu Xiaoyun was instantly unwilling. Just as she was about to speak, the person's next words were very surprising. "Give me a portion of all these."
These words made Mu Xiaoyun choke for a long time.
"Well, sir, what do you mean?" Mu Xiaoyun asked with uncertainty.
"I mean, give me a portion of all the dishes I ordered just now." The person turned the peaked cap upside down. It was a handsome man. He said impatiently.
"Didn't you say it was too expensive just now?" Mu Xiaoyun totally didn't understand him this time.
"Money is a bastard. I will earn it after I spend it." The man sat down and said deservedly.
"I'm sorry. We only provide Assorted Vegetable Buns and Lotus Root Starch this morning." Mu Xiaoyun calmed herself down and then said.
"Oh. Then give me a portion of all of them." The man didn't really care about that, but he was still muttering that he cheated others, which looked quite strange. Did he have a better appetite while scolding others?
When the breakfast time passed, Wuhai was asked to stay alone again.
"I'll start to teach you how to cook today. Have you finished reading the book?" Yuan Zhou asked deservedly.
"Nonsense. Do you want me to cook here?" Looking at the clean kitchen behind Yuan Zhou, Wuhai said eagerly.
"No. Let's go to your house. There should be a kitchen in your house." Yuan Zhou took a look at Wuhai with a suspicious look.
"Yes, but I don't have the ingredients." Wuhai looked at Yuan Zhou's kitchen unwillingly and tried to make Yuan Zhou agree with that.
"Never mind. You can buy them by yourself." Yuan Zhou said inconsiderately.
"The ingredients here are not good enough?" Wuhai had to settle for the second best. It was also not bad to get the ingredients from Yuan Zhou's shop. After all, the ingredients of Yuanzhou Shop were definitely good. "No.
"No way. You prepare it yourself." Yuan Zhou refused Wu Hai's proposal coldly and heartlessly.
"Ok. I'll ask someone to send some ingredients here." Wuhai shrugged and took out his phone. Then, he began to call his agent.
Yuan Zhou observed Wuhai carefully and then concluded in his heart, "This guy is up to no good. He definitely wants to cheat me of the ingredients and then he won't come for meals anymore. He wants to reduce my income."
Seeing Wuhai turn his head, Yuan Zhou's expression became more solemn.
"It's just learning culinary skills. Why are you so serious?" Wuhai turned his head abruptly and was startled when he saw Yuan Zhou standing behind him with an expression of "Who owes him millions of RMB?"
"Culinary skills need to be taken seriously." Yuan Zhou said primly. In his heart, however, he was thinking that he must let Wuhai practice well. Of course, it wasn't for revenge, but because he was originally a serious and charming man.
"Zheng Jiawei said he would come in a moment and bring some ingredients for home cooking. Is it enough?" Wuhai asked straightforwardly.
"With your culinary skills, it's hard to say." Yuan Zhou started to suffer a psychological blow.
"Then why did you say that?" Wuhai said angrily.
"We can go to your kitchen now. You practice first." Yuan Zhou proposed to start on his own initiative.
"Speaking of which, you said you would teach me for three days. Is this how you will teach me?" Wuhai asked curiously.
"If you feel dissatisfied, I can teach you in private." Yuan Zhou walked behind him. After thinking for a while, he added, "I will make it clear that I'm going to teach you."
"Damn it. You're cheating me. You're going to kill me if you do that." Wuhai immediately turned his head and said discontentedly.
"No. You said so yourself." Yuan Zhou said primly.
"I'm just asking. You'd better teach me when you're free like this." Wuhai indicated that this guy was too black-bellied.
"Um. I also think it's better this way." Yuan Zhou nodded his head and agreed with Wuhai's opinion.
"Damn it." Wuhai said discontentedly.
"In this way, you can compare the difference between what I cook and what you cook." Yuan Zhou said wittily.
"Do you mean you don't intend to demonstrate by yourself?" After quite a while, Wuhai recovered from Yuan Zhou's contempt.
"No need. You can compare by yourself." Yuan Zhou waved his hand and said generously.
"Then what are you going to teach me?" Wuhai asked while leading Yuan Zhou upstairs.
"You cook a few dishes in a while and then pick out the dishes you're good at. I'll guide you all the way." Yuan Zhou thought for a while and thought it should be like this to teach others.
Having superb culinary skills, Yuan Zhou felt that he was good at teaching others. He copied the method of a chef in a three-star hotel. Only Yuan Zhou could use such a method. After all, his five senses were sharp and the candidate of the Master Chef was no joke. He could tell the merits and demerits at a glance and then correct them.
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