Two days would pass in the blink of an eye for ordinary people, especially on Saturdays and Sundays, which were especially fast for many people.
For the customers of the restaurant, two days without the delicacies cooked by Yuan Zhou were indeed too long. Counting the time, one day felt like a year. That was why every time Yuan Zhou came back from a break, the customers would be extraordinarily enthusiastic about him.
Master Ge changed his plan because of Yuan Zhou's leave. Originally, when he met Master Qin, he had planned to go straight to Master Qin's restaurant to have a meal first. Never did he expect that he would meet Master Qin and Yuan Zhou would take a leave of absence. Therefore, he had no choice but to wait for another day.
He had been waiting for a long time, but he felt like he would turn into a mushroom if he waited any longer. He couldn't wait any longer. Early in the morning, he went to the restaurant to have breakfast.
To have breakfast, Master Ge set off early in the morning. But there was always a higher mountain. Since Master Ge woke up early, the customers who hadn't eaten Yuan Zhou's delicacies for two days were unimaginably enthusiastic.
When Master Ge arrived, he found that there were already many people there. It was almost seven in the morning.
The only time Master Ge saw so many people queuing up was when there was an event in a large supermarket. A group of uncles and aunties were queuing up to buy discounted goods. They were afraid they would miss out if they were late.
But now, the people in front of him were either wearing suits or dresses. They were obviously white-collar workers or gold-collar workers. Many of them looked like they had high social status, but they were all queuing up obediently.
"Probably only Master Yuan can make such a scene," Master Ge sighed with emotion. He quickly joined the queue, afraid he would be overtaken by the people behind him if he was late.
Of course, Master Ge's worries were not groundless. It was just a matter of time. He had just stood in the queue and before he could stand still, there were already people lining up behind him.
It was really just 0.1 seconds away. It was too thrilling and exciting. Even though Master Ge was already very calm, he could not help but want to celebrate at that moment.
It was really not easy!
"I wonder what Boss Yuan has prepared for today's breakfast. There will definitely be a surprise."
"No matter what it is, as long as it's made by Head Chef Yuan, I like it."
"Everyone likes Head Chef Yuan's breakfast. But it would be better if it's my favorite beef buns."
"I think we should keep an eye on Mr. Wu. He definitely knows what breakfast is."
After everyone lined up in the queue, they relaxed and began to talk in low voices.
They were very happy to reunite after two days. Unconsciously, they talked a little more. Of course, most of the topics revolved around the types of breakfast.
Master Ge happened to hear them and couldn't help guessing what kind of breakfast it was. He had been missing Yuan Zhou's dishes for a long time. He had been able to restrain himself, but now that he was standing in front of the door, he felt he couldn't control his strength any longer.
Hu Qingshan was as excited as Master Ge. Ever since he ate Yuan Zhou's Golden Thread Oil Tower, he couldn't forget it. As someone who had witnessed the rise of an authentic chef, he really liked the Golden Thread Oil Tower made by Yuan Zhou.
Of course, as a native of Qin Province, eating the authentic Golden Thread Oil Tower made by a native of Sichuan Province would be strange no matter where it was. But it was a matter of course for Yuan Zhou.
"Will Boss Yuan know how to make the Golden Thread Oil Tower today? It would be great if he could."
Then, Hu Qingshan began to pray devoutly in his heart. From the East to the West, he hoped that the West could bless him to eat the breakfast he had been longing for.
Every time he could come to the restaurant for breakfast, Hu Qingshan would pray like this. Of course, although he had always been praying like this, he had never succeeded. Even if he wanted to make a last-minute effort, he still had to see what kind of effort he was making.
It was probably impossible for Hu Qingshan to make a last-minute effort like this. As a person who believed that his talent in cooking was delayed by programming, Hu Qingshan had gone back to practice making the Golden Thread Oil Tower in private.
As a contestant who had maxed out his skills in making instant noodles, he was very confident in himself at the beginning. After all, if he could cook instant noodles well, making the Golden Thread Oil Tower would not be a problem at all. After all, his thinking was the same as that of Yuan Zhou. He was definitely talented.
Sometimes, the brain would tell you that he knew how to make something, but the hands would tell you that he didn't. Therefore, after wasting several bags of flour and eating the Golden Thread Oil Tower for a long time, Hu Qingshan finally recognized a fact.
"It seems that although I have some talent, I still can't catch up with Boss Yuan. My bones are already fully developed. If I can train from a young age, I should have some achievements. Sure enough, it's the programming that delayed me."
He could not make it, but he always felt that it did not taste right when he ate the food made by others. Naturally, he would pray to Yuan Zhou to make it again. Although he had never made it, Hu Qingshan was never tired of it.
Hu Qingshan's position was slightly further back than Master Ge's. There were two people between them, so they could not communicate with each other.
Soon, as Su Ruoyan announced that it was time for breakfast, the diners instantly became lively, especially the first group of diners. They immediately followed Wu Hai's lead and walked into the restaurant.
Although Hu Qingshan and Master Ge did not arrive that early, they were still in the first group. Therefore, they did not have to be envious of those who could go in and eat.
"Today, it's the Golden Thread Oil Tower and the Golden Thread Oil Tower. If you don't want to eat it, you can tell me," Yuan Zhou said.
"The Golden Thread Oil Tower?" Hu Qingshan wondered if all the gods had heard his prayers. That was why he could eat the Golden Thread Oil Tower today.
The ups and downs of life were too fast, catching him off guard. It felt surreal and he did not know what to say.
"Brother, did Boss Yuan say the Golden Thread Oil Tower just now?" Hu Qingshan nudged the person next to him with his elbow and asked in a low voice.
He was also a person who cared about his reputation. It was definitely not good for Yuan Zhou to ask a question right after he said that. Wasn't Yuan Zhou implying that his ears were not good because of his old age?
Since he often worked overtime, his hair was starting to protest. He was particularly sensitive to the word 'old', so he asked the person next to him for help.
The person next to him happened to be Master Ge, who was sitting next to him. Master Ge did not look very old. His hair was jet black and there were few wrinkles on his face. People who did not know him said that he was only over 50 years old.
Master Ge's hair was dyed. His real age was over 60 years old, and he was not far from 70. However, he was young at heart.
He was very happy to be called a brother by a young man like Hu Qingshan. He immediately answered Hu Qingshan's question and enthusiastically repeated Yuan Zhou's words. "Today, it's the Golden Thread Oil Tower and the Golden Thread Oil Tower. If you don't want to eat it, you can tell me. That's what Master Yuan said. Although the words are similar, he did not say the Golden Thread Oil Tower."
Master Ge was so happy that he almost gave a speech on the spot to express his feelings.
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