"Ka Cha, Ka Cha"
"Ka La, Ka La"
Tonight's dishes were all new types of street snacks, appearing for the first time.
Customers often saw them on the street, but they rarely bought them. For example, Wuhai and Mr. Wei had never bought them before.
Everyone was looking forward to Yuan Zhou's food. Wang Hong, who had already gotten his favorite tangerine, was no exception. They all began to eat silently.
"Ding, ding, dong, dong."
The night rain in Chengdu was sometimes heavy and sometimes light. There was no fixed amount. Today's rain was heavier. It fell on the tiles, windows, or trees, making crisp sounds, announcing its arrival.
Sitting together comfortably, eating delicious food, drinking beer or other beverages that were just brought over, chatting and listening to the rain, there was an inexplicable sense of comfort.
Take Wuhai for example. When he heard the rain, he would … wait, no, when the weather was good, Wuhai's appetite would be good. When the weather was bad, Wuhai's appetite would be good. Therefore, he was not a representative.
Speaking of Zheng Xian, when he heard the rain, he would eat two more bowls of rice.
The night rain came suddenly and ended abruptly. Before the barbecue time was over, the rain had stopped.
After sending off the last customer, Yuan Zhou closed the door and cleaned up the kitchen. He went upstairs to wash up, planning to talk to Yin Ya first before going to bed.
Every day when the sun rose, it marked the arrival of a new day. Ever since he received Zhou Shijie's call and knew that the Silver Spoon Gathering was just around the corner, Yuan Zhou put the focus of his cooking practice on Shandong Cuisine. He did his best to show respect to his opponent.
Breakfast time was uneventful. He spent it complaining about not eating delicacies. After practicing his knife skills for a while, he received the naughty kid.
"Uncle Yuan, this is the balance of the menu we received after school started. This is the account. Have a look." The naughty kid handed a stack of money to Yuan Zhou.
The naughty kid really had the talent to be an accountant. He could make Qingqing's account very clear.
"Huh? Why are you here again? " Yuan Zhou remembered that before school started, the naughty kid gave him some money. He asked directly, "It's only been two weeks since school started and you already have so much?"
With a glance, he saw that he had received another one or two thousand yuan, which was much more efficient than before.
"Hehe, I didn't tell Uncle Yuan because I wanted to give him a surprise. I opened a cartoon version of The Kitchen God's menu specifically for primary school students."
"A cartoon version?" Yuan Zhou was confused.
"It's a version with pinyin, pictures, and introductions. It's more of a cartoon version," the little brat explained.
Yuan Zhou was even more confused. "Do kids like this nowadays?"
To put it bluntly, the cartoon version of The Kitchen God's menu was still a menu, just like how the overlord of beggars was still a beggar.
Could it be that primary school students nowadays began to like cooking? Yuan Zhou didn't understand.
"It's very popular. Actually, kids like things in waves. It's like …" The naughty child wanted to give an example, but he couldn't bring himself to say it.
After stuttering for a long time, he thought of something and continued, "Just like how big sisters like to buy expensive luxury goods, luxury goods are mostly about selling superiority, not the goods themselves."
"We primary school students like toys. Some because it's fun, and some because our classmates have bought them," the little brat said.
"When I first registered for school, I found that many students in our school were talking about Uncle Yuan's restaurant. Because Uncle Yuan Zhou is more famous on the Internet than an Internet celebrity, many students who have eaten in his restaurant showed off when they returned to school," the little brat explained.
"During the Chinese New Year, there were indeed many children coming here for dinner. It seems that they all came with their families." Yuan Zhou recalled carefully.
"I guided them a little. The first time, I printed two hundred copies, and they were all sold out in less than five days," the little brat said with a smile. He was very happy to make money.
Yuan Zhou didn't expect that his fame on the Internet would make him popular among kids.
The little brat came in the morning when Yuan Zhou was free. After he finished talking, he took his leave.
After Xiong Nengxiong left, Yuan Zhou glanced at the time. It was almost time to prepare the ingredients for lunch, so he started to pack up the tools for carving.
While Yuan Zhou was tidying up the dishes unhurriedly, someone was having a dispute over the Master Chef Restaurant.
"I said no, so no." The woman was about thirty years old. She had delicate features. Even when she was angry, she didn't look ugly.
"You're only eight or nine years old, and you've already developed the habit of comparing. What about the future? It's fine if it's something we can do now, but what if it's something we can't do in the future?" the woman said earnestly.
The little boy standing in front of her was about eight or nine years old. He was wearing a down jacket and looked chubby and cute. However, probably because of the woman's scolding, his eyes were red, and he looked very wronged.
"Mom," the little boy called.
"Think about it yourself," the woman said angrily. Then, she walked into the room in her high heels and slammed the door.
This time, the little boy was really wronged. His golden doudou started to fall.
"Xiao Fei, didn't you say you're a little man? Why are you crying?" the man sitting on the sofa, who hadn't said a word since the beginning, asked.
The man wore a pair of glasses and looked to be in his thirties. He was dressed casually, and he looked like an elite in the workplace.
"Dad, I … But Mom?" The little boy, Xiao Fei, held back his tears and said unwillingly.
"Xiao Fei, don't blame Mom," Dad Xiao said with a serious face.
Xiao Fei didn't say anything, but he still looked wronged. Clearly, he didn't understand and didn't agree with the current situation.
In his eight-year-old memory, this was just a small matter. Why was his mother reacting so strongly?
"A few of my friends have been to The Kitchen God, but I haven't. If I don't go again this time, I won't be able to play with them. Mom is a bad person," Xiao Fei said anxiously.
As a second-grader, he couldn't understand what his father had just said. However, he knew that his mother wouldn't agree. It was hard to imagine being ridiculed by his friends.
"Xiao Fei, you don't understand Mom's words now, but when we were buying toys, you said that Mom liked you the most." Dad Xiao walked in front of Xiao Fei and patted his son's head. "So Mom is just making Xiao Fei unhappy about this."
Xiao Fei pouted and didn't say anything, but the resentment on his face lessened.
Dad Xiao didn't continue to talk about this. Instead, he changed the topic and said, "Do you know why so many students go to Boss Yuan's restaurant?"
Dad Xiao was a software engineer. He was usually very busy. Even though it was the weekend, he worked overtime most of the time. Today, he finally had some free time, so he wanted to go out with his family and have a meal. So, Xiao Fei suggested that they go to Boss Yuan's restaurant. The reason was that all his friends had been there, so he had to go as well.
Then, the scene from before happened. Mom Xiao didn't agree with this idea. She felt that it was a competition. He had to have whatever his classmates had, and he had to do whatever his classmates did. That was wrong.
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