The four tables close to the railing were surrounded by evergreen plants. Apart from their verdant appearance and the fresh air, there were no flowers at all.
But the table near the lotus pond was different.
Compared to the other four tables that had better privacy, only the side of the lotus pond was sheltered. A few large lotus leaves were half in the air, and there were even two or three lotus flowers in the middle of them. The half-opened appearance of the lotus flowers was very pleasing to the eye.
Such a design formed a suspended ceiling above the table. Moreover, it was formed by lotus flowers and lotus leaves. Just by looking at it, one could definitely smell the faint lotus fragrance.
"This is too beautiful. Even the scenery of a TV drama is not so exquisite." Yuan Lang praised.
"I wonder what the round table in the middle is used for. Is it for us to go up there and sing?" Fang Heng walked around the small round table.
But no matter how he walked, he couldn't find any use.
"I think it's most likely for performances." Chief Brewer Shu guessed.
"It does look like it. Could it be that whoever performs will be rewarded with wine?" Master Tang felt that it wouldn't be a problem to give him all the wine in the pub.
When he was young, he was famous for his singing, "Ghost's Sorrow". No one could compare to him. If he could get such a reward, he might even make a comeback.
"Little Mao, serve the dishes. I am hungry." Wuhai called out to Mao Ye.
Although the layout looked very beautiful, Wuhai lost interest after a few glances. Food was the most suitable for him.
It was also Wuhai's shout that woke up those who were immersed in the layout of the second floor. They found their seats one after another and sat down.
There was only one seat at Yuan Zhou's place. The others had to sit on their own stools. Of course, as time went by, many people would store their folding stools here so that they wouldn't need to bring their stools when they drew a quota.
Plus, there were times when there were not enough stools for new customers, and Fang Heng's pub would sponsor them for free. It was very convenient.
Mao Ye took out the stored chili and Drunkard's Peanuts according to Wuhai's request. On the other side, Gao Hui was implementing the plan.
Yuan Zhou prepared the cold drinks and walked out of the kitchen. He had only taken two steps when he was stopped by Gao Hui.
"Head Chef Yuan, apart from my junior sister who can talk about books, do you need someone else to talk about other things in your pub to make it more interesting? I specialize in stand-up comedy and can liven up the atmosphere. I guarantee there won't be any awkward silence. These are the results of some of the competitions I participated in. Boss Yuan, you can take a look," said Gao Hui as he pushed a sack of items towards Yuan Zhou.
Zuo Zuo held her forehead speechlessly. Why didn't she realize that her second senior brother could be so stupid before?
She was just wondering what kind of important matter he was busy organizing and printing last night. So it turned out that he was waiting here.
When Yuan Zhou heard this, his first reaction was, "Ding! Your quest is in the process of being completed. Please wait patiently."
Just yesterday, Yuan Zhou was still thinking about how to release the news so that it wouldn't be too abrupt. Now, a ready-made excuse came knocking on his door.
"Our pub is small. We can only perform a few times a month," said Yuan Zhou.
"Two shows a week, eight shows a month. That should meet the requirements of the system," Yuan Zhou calculated in his heart.
Although it was not less than two shows a week, it was at least eight shows a month. Although it was little, Yuan Zhou was completing the quest according to the requirements set by the system. There was no pressure at all.
"It's fine. The pub is small but there are many people. It will be very lively," said Gao Hui as he waved his hand.
There was nothing that couldn't be solved with a meal's salary. If there was something, it would be something that could be done with two meals. For example, him.
"What I mean is that the pub is small. As for the salary, it is paid with meal vouchers. For example, Zuo Zuo gets one meal voucher per month. Lunch and dinner are fine," said Yuan Zhou, a little embarrassed.
The Kitchen God made small profits but quick turnover. He didn't have extra money to pay for the pub's entertainment activities. Anyway, he was a chef. Paying a chef's salary was the most labor-saving way.
Hearing Yuan Zhou's words, Gao Hui's eyes immediately lit up. He was here for this.
"It's fine. I think three meals a month is fine," said Gao Hui directly. Then, he looked at Yuan Zhou's expression and added, "If there is a problem with the budget, two meals a month is fine too."
It was definitely the first time that Yuan Zhou had taken the initiative to reduce the price. Moreover, it was a reduction in his salary. Strange things happened every year. Was this the end of the year?
"No. With Mr. Gao's status, three meals a month is a waste of your talent," said Yuan Zhou.
He had just taken a glance at the sack filled with various certificates and certificates. The first few certificates were [Gold Medal of a certain Province's Crosstalk Competition], [Special Prize of the National Crosstalk Competition], [Most Promising Newcomer Award], and so on. One look and he knew Gao Hui was definitely a talented person.
Moreover, when they were chatting last night, he already knew that Gao Hui had prepared a program for the Spring Festival Gala. For the Chinese, the Spring Festival Gala was an indispensable program during the Spring Festival. Therefore, it wasn't wrong for Yuan Zhou to say that Gao Hui's status was high. At the very least, three meals would be worth it.
Hearing Yuan Zhou's words, Gao Hui beamed with joy. Three meals a month was truly great.
The Kitchen God, three free meals! He would be very proud if he said it out loud.
"Since Head Chef Yuan said so, it's a deal. How many meals do I need to come to per month?" Gao Hui decided to strike while the iron was hot.
Of course, he was different from the usual hesitant manner he used to make deals with others. He was very quick to decide on the number of meals.
Yuan Zhou thought for a while and said, "One at the beginning of the month and one at the end of the month. What do you think of this arrangement, Mr. Gao?"
Thinking of the mission, Yuan Zhou also felt that it was better to hurry up and decide on Gao Hui's role.
"No problem, no problem. Just let me know in advance if you need anything," Gao Hui readily agreed.
When the two of them were almost done talking, Zuo Zuo walked over and said, "Boss Yuan, can we go up now?"
Zuo Zuo waited for Yuan Zhou and Zuo Zuo to finish chatting for five minutes. He couldn't wait to go up and see if Zuo Zuo would be able to speak. Hence, he was a little anxious.
"Zuo Zuo, please wait for Mao Ye to serve the dishes," said Yuan Zhou.
As soon as he said that, Mao Ye came out from the door of the Sakurai Shrimp Wall. "Boss, the wine is ready. Everyone is curious about the round table in the middle and is asking about it."
Not to mention the customers, even she was curious. She only knew that after a few days of vacation, her boss had made a big fuss. Sure enough, the days changed with each passing day.
"Serve the dishes first. I will go up and tell everyone," said Yuan Zhou.
Then, Mao Ye swiftly answered and went to serve the dishes.
After chatting with Gao Hui and Zuo Zuo to ease the nervousness of the little girl, Mao Ye finished serving the dishes. Hence, Yuan Zhou led the way, leading Zuo Zuo and Gao Hui to the door, planning to go to the pub on the second floor.
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