"Si La"
Yuan Zhou sat upright in front of the desk with the clay that had just been unpacked in front of him. He looked solemn as if he was doing something important.
First, he took out the instruction manual given by the shop assistant and read it twice. Then, Yuan Zhou started to open the beginner tutorial given by the shop assistant.
"To make a pen holder with clay, we first have to observe how much clay is needed and how much water should be added. The first thing to determine is the size of the pen holder …"
Yuan Zhou listened carefully to every word and sentence and then planned to do it step by step according to the instructions in the tutorial.
Actually, it was better to use a rotary table to make a pen holder with clay. That way, it could be simpler. However, space was limited. Therefore, Yuan Zhou planned to do it manually.
He was also a person who had made bowls and dishes by himself. Therefore, he wasn't a stranger to clay.
"With my craftsmanship, I can do it in minutes." Yuan Zhou expressed.
Then, 20 minutes later, Yuan Zhou looked at a slightly crooked pen holder on the table. Except for the opening at the top and the sealing at the bottom, there was nothing similar to the pen holder. Therefore, he decided to redo it.
"This one doesn't seem very successful. It doesn't look good either."
In the novel written by Ouyang Xiu, the oil-seller once said, "There's no other way. Only the hands are skilled."
No matter how superb a technique was, it still required practice to make perfect. Just like how Yuan Zhou's culinary and knife skills were so superb that they were invincible, he still needed to practice diligently every day.
After thinking too much, Yuan Zhou found that he couldn't handle the clay.
After trying three or four times, he finally got a good result when the clay was almost used up.
"It should be fine now." Yuan Zhou looked at the finished product and found there was no difference between it and the video. Then, he finally stopped.
He still needed to color it. To be safe, Yuan Zhou did the same. Then, he took out the watercolor and chose the color first. Then, he drew on the paper several times before he started to work on the pen holder.
After a while, he put the pen holder that had dried out in the sun into the paper box and then wrapped it up. Finally, he tied a beautiful bow with a ribbon.
The next day came as scheduled. After breakfast time, a series of rhythmic footsteps came on time. Yuan Zhou knew that the person he was waiting for had arrived.
Sure enough, the one running in front was Lele. Perhaps because the weather was a little hot, she was only wearing a long, black and white outfit with light fluff. It didn't look very thick, and there were two panda ears on the hat behind her. Coupled with Lele's puffed cheeks, she looked exactly like a little panda.
Lele's father followed closely behind. Since Yuan Zhou talked to Lele's father, no one knew how it was handled. Anyway, from then on, Lele's father would openly accompany Lele to Yuan Zhou's place.
"Uncle Yuan, Uncle Yuan, Lele is here. Did you miss me?" Lele ran in front of him and asked happily.
Ever since she got the method to find her mother from Yuan Zhou, those warm words gave Lele a lot of courage and restored her innocence as a child even though they had never met.
"Hello, Boss Yuan." Lele's father also greeted Yuan Zhou.
Compared to before, Lele's father's mental state was much better. Although there was still some depression between his eyebrows, it seemed that time was indeed a good medicine.
"Hello." Yuan Zhou nodded at Lele's father and then squatted down to look at Lele. "Yes, Lele is so cute. You will definitely miss me."
"Then, Uncle Yuan, can you guess why Lele is so happy today?" Lele said as she opened her hands and made a big circle to show that she was very happy.
"En? Today is Lele's birthday. "Yuan Zhou pondered seriously and then answered.
"Hahaha, that's right. Lele is very happy on her birthday today." Lele clapped her hands and said happily.
Then, she paused for a while before she straightened her chest and said, "Uncle Yuan, did my mother send a letter? Today is Lele's birthday. If I can receive a letter, that would be the best."
Speaking of which, Lele looked at Yuan Zhou eagerly. It was probably the way Big Bear looked at Doraemon. "Yes.
Wait for me, Lele. "Yuan Zhou walked back to the shop and took out the things that he had prepared previously.
There were two boxes and an envelope. The box was packaged nicely with a beautiful bow tie. The other box was directly packed in a translucent box. The sky blue color contrasted with the white cream inside. It was very beautiful. This was the gift that Yuan Zhou intended to give to Lele. It was a small cake that he made in the morning.
"It looks so good." Lele saw the beautiful small cake at first glance.
"This is Uncle Yuan's birthday gift to Lele. Happy birthday, Lele." Yuan Zhou handed the cake to Lele and then passed the letter and the wrapped gift over. "This is a letter and a birthday gift from Lele's mother."
Lele's father, who was watching with a smile, looked slightly gloomy and wanted to say something. Finally, his lips moved a few times but he didn't say anything. Finally, he looked at Yuan Zhou gratefully and made up his mind to repay him in the future.
"That's great. Lele has a lot of gifts. Mom's gift, Uncle's gift, and Dad's gift. Lele is so happy." Lele's small face was full of smiles. She was very happy.
The Kitchen God was filled with a warm and happy atmosphere. Over at the other side, a serious meeting room in the city center was full of tension and the smell of gunpowder was thick.
"You guys are making trouble endlessly. How can an airport be built in the city center? This is simply nonsense." A man in his forties almost roared out. The nameplate in front of him had Tong Gang's name written on it. There was also a string of small characters that said "Shuangliu District Committee Representative".
"Don't be so angry. Although this matter is proposed by us, we are only paying for the cost of a piece of land. As for the rest, those businessmen from Dubai said that they can handle it themselves. How can we not be active in such a big matter that can improve the economic development and construction?" Liang Yongxing, who looked very amiable, said calmly. He was not worried about Tong Gang's anger at all.
Liang Yongxing was the representative of Cheng Hua District. Although he looked calm on the surface, he was actually thinking in his heart, "He is simply a bastard to not take advantage of such a good opportunity to take advantage of others."
As soon as he said that, everyone present started discussing. Of course, those from Shuangliu District were naturally unwilling. The airport was originally a big source of income for them. Now that Cheng Hua District was building one, they were definitely trying to divert their resources.
When Liang Yongxing saw those who had different opinions, he calmly added, "There's nothing we can do about it. The Master Chef Restaurant is in our district. Head Chef Yuan has to make things convenient for us, right?"
His helpless expression made others want to slap him. It was unknown what the others were thinking, but one could tell from Tong Gang's eyes that he really wanted to do so.
Yuan Zhou's name was quite well-known in Chengdu. He was a legendary figure that single-handedly brought about the economic development of an entire street. He was the current leader of the cooking world. Those who didn't know about him were definitely not active in his work.
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