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Chapter 2068

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Jia Ming could be considered to have taken the lead. Before this, everyone thought that there were only two types of banquets: all-fish banquets and vegetarian banquets.

Since there were Sichuan Cuisine, Yunnan Cuisine, Shandong Cuisine, and other cuisines, they could also order the banquets of these cuisines.

"What kind of banquets are there in Sichuan Cuisine?" Someone had begun to think.

"My boyfriend is from Yunnan Province. I know there are many banquets in Yunnan Province, such as Wild Mushroom Banquet, Wild Vegetable Banquet, Chicken Banquet, and Duck Banquet. Speaking of which, it's our third wedding anniversary soon. I think I can book a table."

Dinnertime hadn't ended yet. People were more restrained and just discussed in a low voice. Those who had needs were all waiting at the door.

People often came to look for Boss Yuan and waited at the bench at the door. But today was the day with the largest number of people.

"Um? Wu Shou, where did you go? "Someone who knew Wuhai couldn't help asking when he saw him come out from the alley behind the restaurant.

As the first batch of customers, Wuhai had finished his meal long ago.

"I went to visit my sister-in-law and my nephew." Wuhai answered and then waited at the side. He couldn't be absent from the banquet.

Dinnertime ended. Yuan Zhou saw off the last customer and the waiting people started to talk in an orderly manner.

"Boss Yuan, my son will be one month old next week. I want to book a table of All-Chicken Banquet. Is that okay?" Su Mu asked.

Um, wait. Yuan Zhou looked at Su Mu's face which was even more beautiful than a woman's. When did this guy get married? His son is already one year old.

Su Mu said, "Because my parents want to have grandchildren, so I had no choice but to get married and have one. As for the wedding, my wife doesn't like to make a big deal, so I didn't invite anyone."

"Very fast." Yuan Zhou could only make such a comment. Then he asked, "No problem. But there are Sichuan Cuisine and Yunnan Cuisine for All-Chicken Banquet. Which one will you choose?"

"Um? Boss Yuan, can you tell me more details? "Su Mu asked.

"The All-Chicken Banquet of Sichuan Cuisine uses Spicy Chicken as the main dish. The main dish is spicy. The All-Chicken Banquet of Yunnan Cuisine uses Steamed Pot Chicken as the main dish. The main dish is tender." Yuan Zhou explained.

"Then let's have Dian Province's all-chicken banquet. Thank you, Boss Yuan."

"Alright. As usual, come early to line up," Yuan Zhou reminded.

Following that, the customers requested to make reservations one by one. In just a short while, they had booked nine tables.

It wouldn't do to have too many banquets, so when Yuan Zhou made the arrangements, he thought about it carefully and decided to accept four banquet reservations a month, once a week.

When there was a conflict, he could adjust it. For example, he could give way to the birthday banquet for the housewarming party.

Su Ruoyan had to work harder today. After Yuan Zhou nodded to confirm that he could book the banquet, she wrote down the number and requirements of the guests.

"I don't have any requirements. I like everything cooked by Yuan Zhou. Anyway, it's fine as long as there's more meat." Wu Hai gave such an answer to Su Ruoyan's question.

Wu Hai booked the "all-meat banquet". There really was such a banquet. Speaking of which, the all-meat banquet was a famous banquet in Guizhou Province. However, not many people ate it nowadays.

As for why Wu Hai knew about it, it was because Wu Hai had asked Yuan Zhou what kind of banquet with the most meat dishes was. Yuan Zhou was silent for a while and answered "all-meat banquet". As for the name of the banquet, he would find out when the time came.

With the passing of Daughters' Day on the 3rd of March, more and more people went hiking in the suburbs. Therefore, a company on Weibo organized a new activity: [How Spring Looks in Your Eyes]. The grand prize was a Provence double tour for seven days in spring, and the one with the most likes would win the prize.

Yuan Zhou also secretly posted a photo. It was a photo taken when he was admiring flowers with Yin Ya last time.

Then, Yuan Zhou browsed through the photos posted by other netizens. For example, Jonas Cai [Our Spring Here Starts from Eating Shepherd's Purse]. The accompanying photo was a large field of shepherd's purse growing wildly. Although it was small, its leaves were plump and its roots were thick. It was obvious that it grew from a fertile land.

Or, Passing Through Time and Space [The spring in my eyes should be this cluster of blooming winter jasmine]. The accompanying photo was a picture of yellow winter jasmine swaying in the wind all over the mountains and plains.

"There's no pressure. I'll definitely win the grand prize this time." Yuan Zhou felt confident and stopped browsing Weibo. He put down his phone and started to work.

Although with Yuan Zhou's current assets, he could go anywhere he wanted, free stuff was much better. Anyway, even if he was buying a drink, he would feel that it would be sweeter if he got another bottle of it.

Honestly speaking, Yuan Zhou should continue reading. The style of these Weibo posts was quite normal. Most of the netizens were pictures of scenery or flowers blooming.

But from a netizen named "Yusheng's Past", the style changed. [I think my spring starts from The Kitchen God's Qingming Daddy.] The accompanying photo was not the food in The Kitchen God's Kitchen God, but some pictures of Qingming Daddy that he found on the Internet.

Alright, China may lack everything, but it doesn't lack foodies.

Nostalgic Person: [The spring in my eyes should be the shepherd's purse wontons made by grandma. That's the most delicious.] ]

Zhen Ye: [Every spring, the first thing to eat is wild garlic scrambled eggs. It's super delicious. This is our spring here.] ]

Nangong Eryi: [The scrambled eggs naturally need to be chopped into small pieces. Mix it with egg mixture and spread it on an egg pancake. It's definitely the taste of spring.] ]

This explosion resulted in a lot of food that was related to spring.

Lazy: [I feel that Boss Yuan's Pork Tripe and Chicken Soup is the representative of spring. The soft pork tripe, the delicious chicken meat, and the mellow and mellow chicken soup. Once you drink it, you will feel the warm taste of spring from inside out. ]

After that, he even used a long, overflowing speech to describe the taste of the chicken soup in detail, as well as his feelings for spring. It was long, tedious, and complicated, but he could only conclude with one sentence: If you want to feel the taste of spring, you must go to the Master Chef Restaurant to eat the pork belly chicken soup.

"If you didn't post it as The Kitchen God, I would have thought you were advertising."

"Hey, is it really that delicious? I ate the pork belly chicken soup before and it's a little greasy. "

"How can the food cooked by Boss Yuan not be delicious?"

"I remember that the pork belly chicken soup is a Cantonese dish. Pork belly and chicken both sound greasy. I don't doubt Boss Yuan's cooking skills. I'm not stupid, but the food is like this. Boss Yuan's food is not molecular cuisine, so he can't change it."

A small-scale discussion began on the Internet. Many Cantonese people were discussing whether the pork belly chicken soup was greasy or not.

At this time, Yuan Zhou was studying a book in his hand. He was sitting at the entrance of the kitchen, where there was more light.

"Ding, ding, dang."

The sound of the lid touching the jar woke up Yuan Zhou, who was almost in a trance.

"The soup is boiling." Yuan Zhou put the book down carefully. Then, he opened the lid of the jar and put in some peeled red dates. Then, he turned the heat down and put the lid back on.

"If I stew it like this until Little Ya comes for dinner, I can drink it then." Yuan Zhou estimated that the time was just right. He lowered his head and continued to ponder.



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