"I can go to the winery to have a look in the afternoon. The new batch of Monkey Wine is about to be released." Yuan Zhou made up his mind.
Since the Monkey Wine went on the market, or to be exact, after the exhibition, it had become the new favorite of the pub. People who loved wine would come from afar.
Moreover, the pub held a lottery. If they couldn't taste it, they would keep it. Once they tasted it, something happened. No, the "drunkard" wanted to taste the Monkey Wine again and ended up staying there.
Wu Yungui really regretted it. His hotel should have been bolder and occupied a larger area. He didn't have enough rooms for a long time and could only watch the business slip away.
Of course, they also complained that they couldn't compare with some masters, such as the famous brewer Jiang Kaiyuan.
Jiang Kaiyuan was almost 80 years old. Although he thought he was old but strong, no one trusted him to come out. Therefore, he didn't come to the Wine Tasting Conference. Later, the Monkey Wine became more and more popular and the Old Master couldn't sit still anymore.
He left a note without telling his granddaughter and came to Chengdu. Although he didn't win the lottery, Boss Wan, whom he knew, got lucky and won the lottery. Naturally, he took him with him. After tasting the Monkey Wine, the Old Master took root in Chengdu and wouldn't go back no matter what.
There were many Old Masters like Jiang Kaiyuan. Chengdu was an international gourmet city. If it went on like this, it would probably become the world's No. 1 gourmet center.
There were two reasons. First, many famous chefs were in Chengdu. Second, Yuan Zhou was in Chengdu. The latter was more important.
Therefore, the group of people headed by Secretary General Ge was overjoyed. This was not a simple matter of GDP growth. Therefore, they became more and more diligent in managing Taoxi Road. Even Director Wang made six rounds of inspections a day instead of three. He was afraid that someone would try to poach them when they were not paying attention.
After all, since Yuan Zhou appeared in Chengdu, other provinces and cities were jealous and kept a close eye on Chengdu and Yuan Zhou.
Protecting Yuan Zhou, the signature treasure, had become the top priority for Taoxi Road and Chengdu and Sichuan Province.
However, no matter how noisy they were, they tacitly didn't disturb Yuan Zhou first. After all, he was really busy.
In the morning, the things that Yuan Zhou could do were still relatively limited. He could only marinate all the things that needed to be marinated. As for the other things, he couldn't do it because the marinating process required time.
Soon, it was time to prepare lunch ingredients. Yuan Zhou began to get busy.
The restaurant began to get busy. Naturally, those who wanted to eat here were also very busy. Those who went to work had to finish their workload in advance so that they would have time to line up. Those who stayed at home had to leave the restaurant in advance. Otherwise, they would definitely not be able to eat the delicacies.
The most convenient ones were definitely Wuhai and Hairy Bear. They could slide down the slide directly, so they were more relaxed.
Of course, Queen Jiang and the rest, who had also bought a house on the opposite side of the road, would occasionally stay on Taoxi Road for the convenience of dining.
The closer it was to noon, the more people would stare at their alarm clocks or watches. It was as if they were collectively infected with a virus. Of course, if it wasn't for the fact that they had already finished their work, they would definitely be deducted a small amount of money for slacking off.
Among them, Ding Shao was the most diligent one.
Today, she didn't stare at the specially bought wall clock in the office. Instead, she stared at the watch on her slender wrist.
Today was Ding Shao's rest day. According to her usual routine, it was almost 11 o 'clock. She should have arrived at Taoxi Road early. Otherwise, she had something very important to do today.
Today was the day that Ding Shao's good friend, Xuan Meng, would come to Chengdu. It was already wrong of him not to pick her up at the airport. If he didn't wait for her, he would probably be hammered to death.
"Why isn't she here yet? Didn't you say five minutes?" Ding Shao looked at her watch again. It was three minutes to 11 o 'clock. Her originally impatient mood became even more irritable.
If she was any later, she would not be able to make it to the queue. Not being able to make it to the queue meant that she wouldn't be able to eat the dishes of this restaurant. It was simply intolerable.
Just as Ding Shao's imagination was running wild, an ear-piercing sound of brakes rang out, and a cool red sports car stopped in front of Ding Shao. The loud noise attracted Ding Shao's attention, and he raised his head to see a familiar person.
She had willowy eyebrows, phoenix eyes, a slender waist, and long legs. Who else could it be other than Xuan Meng? To be precise, she had the temperament of a queen. However, it was obvious that Xuan Meng's temperament was inferior to Queen Jiang's, so her temperament was downgraded to that of a queen.
After all, there were many customers in The Kitchen God, but there was only one queen.
Speaking of Xuan Meng, if one only heard her name, one would definitely think that she was a soft and cute girl. However, as Xuan Meng's good friend for more than 20 years, Ding Shao knew how "violent" his friend was.
Xuan Meng's main job was a psychological consultant, and her hobbies were mixed martial arts.
Sometimes, he wondered if Xuan Meng's excellent psychological consulting effect was due to her fists …
"Shao, I missed you so much." Xuan Meng was really strong. She picked Ding Shao up as if he was an adult carrying a child. It should be known that Xuan Meng's strength was not weak. Due to long-term confrontational training, she really had abdominal muscles.
"We're already late. If we're late again, we won't be able to eat." Ding Shao struggled for a while and found that it was completely useless.
"Shao, your voice is really a blessing. If your voice isn't the best customer service, then who is?" Xuan Meng was a voice fanatic.
"Stop at the parking lot across the street. We have to hurry and line up." Ding Shao didn't care about anything else. He even put aside his usual complaints and immediately told her the route that he had arranged earlier.
Ding Shao pointed at the parking lot across the street. Only there was parking space there. Judging from the current situation, the surrounding parking spaces had long been occupied. If it weren't for his more than 20 years of upbringing, Ding Shao would have asked Xuan Meng to directly park the car by the roadside. It was more important for them to go to the parking lot first.
Xuan Meng didn't talk nonsense. She got on the car and stepped on the accelerator. The car started moving and turned into the parking lot following the sign in front.
Speaking of which, there was originally no parking lot across the street. There was only a temporary parking space. However, after The Kitchen God became more and more popular, someone saw the opportunity and immediately built a large two-story parking lot. One above ground level and one below ground level. As long as the Kitchen God was open, the parking lot could be filled to the brim. This was because many people didn't need to drive and took a taxi to eat.
It could be said that the person who strongly advocated for the construction of the parking lot definitely made a lot of money.
"Dadada, Dadada."
Xuan Meng walked to Ding Shao like a gust of wind in her 10cm high heels as if she was walking on the flat ground.
"Shaozi, did you miss me?" Xuan Meng used to call him Ding Shao. But under Ding Shao's strong dissatisfaction, she changed the way she addressed him.
Ding Shao was originally shorter than Xuan Meng by a few centimeters. One was 1.65m while the other was 1.7m. Plus the difference in high heels, there was indeed a height difference.
Ding Shao directly rolled his eyes and said, "You are one month younger than me. Thank you."
"Um?" Xuan Meng held Ding Shao in her arms. The meaning of the threat was self-evident.
"Sister Xuan, can we go now? If we delay any longer, we won't be able to catch the dishes cooked by Boss Yuan." Ding Shao was really anxious. It was already 11: 05 am
Recently, Hunan Cuisine would be served again. Yesterday, she was a few minutes slower than usual, so she didn't manage to eat it. If she couldn't eat it today, her stomach and stomach would probably elope.
On hearing that, Xuan Meng pulled Ding Shao up and rushed to Taoxi Road. They didn't need to run far to see the long line.
"Let's get in line first. I don't know if I can eat it." Ding Shao quickly pulled Xuan Meng to the end of the line.
"Business is so good." Xuan Meng sighed with emotion when she saw the huge crowd in front of her.
"Of course. The dishes cooked by Boss Yuan are definitely worth waiting for." Ding Shao revealed a proud expression.
She had originally been a fan of Yuan Zhou's culinary skills. Later, Song Ming and her father came to Chengdu together. Although she didn't go to see Yuan Zhou with them, she automatically considered herself and Yuan Zhou to be in the same country. She felt honored because of Yuan Zhou.
"Then I need to taste it later." Xuan Meng was also a little expectant.
She had heard of the reputation of Yuan Zhou. Two years ago, when she worked as a psychological consultant in Chengdu, The Kitchen God was still the exemplary restaurant of Zhengchuan Province. It wasn't so famous, so she didn't come here.
After it became famous, Xuan Meng was transferred to another province and naturally couldn't eat it. This time, she came to Chengdu to see Ding Shao with the intention of tasting the dishes.
"I guarantee it will be an eye-opener for you." Ding Shao said confidently.
Those who didn't know better would even think that she would be in charge of the dishes. Xuan Meng couldn't help laughing when she saw that.
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