"Drip, drip, drip."
It started raining in Chengdu in the middle of the night. At first, it was just a light drizzle, but slowly, a gust of wind started to blow.
"Whoosh, whoosh."
The leaves of the big tree were blown into a mess by the wind, and many of the leaves fell to the ground under the effect of the strong wind.
"It's raining. It's a bit cold." Moliere could feel his breath coming out of his mouth.
Moliere climbed out of bed as soon as the alarm went off at half past six in the morning. Be it the cold glass or the red wine, they had both amazed him. Even the little bit of white wine he had tasted the day before was very smooth to the palate. It was soft and mellow in his mouth, nothing like the spicy and stimulating taste that Moliere had in mind.
However, he only drank a small cup in total. Although he had the urge to beat his generous self to death an hour ago, he could only swallow his own words.
Moliere woke up early today. One reason was to rush for breakfast, and the other was to go for the lucky draw. He did not plan to ask Dean to come with him.
As for Dean's request to call him last night, Moliere said that he had drunk too much and his brain was too muddled to remember.
"I'm going to eat Big Hand Holding Little Hand today. The names of Chinese dishes are quite interesting." Moliere had done his homework and found an interesting pig trotter dish.
Big Hand Holding Little Hand was the braised pig trotters and chicken feet of Shandong cuisine. The Kitchen God had this dish.
After quickly tidying himself up, Moliere set off for The Kitchen God.
While Yuan Zhou was having his breakfast at the airport, Moliere rushed to Taoxi Road.
"Dadada, Dadada."
The road was still a little wet, but it did not affect Moliere's brisk pace. He was in a good mood at the thought of all kinds of delicious Chinese breakfasts that he had never known before. He even began to hum a French country song.
"It's dawn. I have a feeling someone is trying to take my place."
Just as Moliere was getting closer to The Kitchen God, Wuhai woke up. "That nightmare last night really scared me. I have to eat more to comfort myself."
"Someone is trying to steal my position." Wu Hai immediately flipped himself up, put on some clothes, and walked toward the slide. Then, he saw Moliere walking slowly toward him.
In fact, it was ten minutes earlier than the usual queuing time in Wuhai because Zhou Xi hadn't arrived yet and was on his way.
Hua! Hua! Hua!
Wuhai's speed was extremely fast. From the time he got up to the time he slid down the slide, the entire process was extremely short. Within a minute, he was already standing at the entrance of the store.
Moliere, on the other hand, was in a rush. He was almost startled by the sudden appearance of someone. He did not feel that he had been robbed of his first place. To him, as long as he could draw a prize and eat breakfast, it would be a good thing.
Wuhai took a good look at the face of the person who was trying to steal his first place. When he realized that it was a foreigner, he turned around and was about to queue up for his meal when he saw the familiar Bai Se.
"Ah!!"
Wuhai let out a high-pitched scream, startling the birds on the trees along the street. They all flapped their wings and flew away.
The leave slip had been soaked by the rain. The number of days and the reason for the leave was still clearly visible. Wuhai felt like he had nothing left to live for.
"I still have a bottle of blueberry jam and a bottle of cherry jam for four days. One bottle a day is definitely not enough, so I'll just have to eat half a bottle a day," muttered Wuhai as he squatted on the ground.
As a mature Black Beast, he had already learned how to stock up his food so that he wouldn't starve to death during the days when Yuan Zhou was on leave.
Of course, he did not stock up his own food. Instead, it was the food that Zhou Xi and Zheng Jiawei had sponsored. He finished his portion the moment he got it.
“？” Moliere was standing behind Wuhai. He was scared out of his wits and had no idea what was going on.
He took a few steps forward and saw some words written on a piece of white paper. However, he had no idea what was written on it. It was just a string of Cathaysian characters. Moliere didn't know any of them.
"Wu, may I ask what happened?" Moliere asked Wuhai.
"Oh, Yuan Zhou is on leave for four days," replied Wuhai emotionlessly.
"Oh, he's on leave? What? On leave?" Moliere was nodding his head, but he couldn't continue nodding.
He had promised to come back the next day to eat hand-in-hand. Now he's on leave? What the f * ck!
Feeling dejected, Moliere didn't know what to do. Hence, he mimicked Wuhai's posture and squatted on the ground, intending to take a rest.
When Zhou Xi came from afar, he saw Two Tufts squatting at the door. He immediately guessed what had happened. It was most likely that Boss Yuan was on leave. As expected, he saw the familiar leave slip in front of him.
With Zhou Xi's arrival, other customers also arrived slowly. Then, they saw the three squatting in a row. Then, they received the bad news.
"I was wondering why Boss Yuan served new dishes so quickly recently. Wine and dishes. It turns out that he was waiting here."
"Speaking of which, how did Boss Yuan know about these festivals? If it wasn't written, I wouldn't even know these festivals existed."
"I wonder what happened to Boss Yuan. Why did he need to take such a long leave?"
"It seems that it's time to enrich our wallets. When Boss Yuan comes back, we'll be able to eat one more dish."
Everyone was used to this reaction. At first, when they saw Yuan Zhou asking for a leave, they were shocked. But now, everyone, including Wuhai, was shocked at first and then calmed down. They were thinking about how to live without the restaurant for a few days. Of course, they didn't want Yuan Zhou to ask for a leave.
In the morning, Yin Ya came over a little earlier to feed Rice and the other two. Then, she went to the second floor to check the snacks left by Yuan Zhou.
In the preservation room above the refrigerator, there was a translucent storage box. She couldn't see clearly what was inside, but she could tell that it was filled to the brim.
She opened it — Braised Pig Trotters, Braised Chicken Feet, Braised Beef.
"These are snacks??" Yin Ya, who was struggling to lose weight, was dumbfounded.
The atmosphere in this restaurant was rather harmonious. On the other side, after Yuan Zhou ate a bowl of Wenling's specialty breakfast, Noodle Paste Noodles and Fried Fritters, he headed in the direction of Qingjing Temple.
As he was going to leave at noon, Yuan Zhou didn't bring his luggage with him. He left his luggage at the airport and traveled with light luggage.
Having already checked the route, Yuan Zhou took a taxi to Tranquil Temple after having his breakfast. The driver was a man in his thirties with a dark red face. He was very talkative.
When he heard Yuan Zhou say he was going to Tranquil Temple, he immediately started talking about various allusions of Tranquil Temple. He talked with great enthusiasm and drove the car steadily.
The driver's stories were very interesting. Yuan Zhou was also very interested in them.
"Sir, you can go and have a look at the newly built auditorium. It was built with the donation of the king. It's very beautiful. You definitely won't suffer a loss if you go and have a look." The driver's Mandarin had a strong Hokkien accent. Luckily, it was easy to understand.
"I'll definitely go and have a look. Thank you." Yuan Zhou thanked him.
"By the way, sir, Tranquil Temple is a mosque. It doesn't accept incense offerings. Please be careful." Seeing that they were about to arrive at their destination, the driver reminded him hurriedly.
Many people didn't know about these rules. Therefore, many drivers in Wenling would remind the tourists to avoid any misunderstanding.
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