In the evening, Yuan Zhou naturally washed, prepared, cut and blanched all the vegetables in the restaurant extravagantly.
It was also a sumptuous hotpot. This time, Yuan Zhou didn't care about the taste, but just cooked it according to his nature.
It was a little cold at breakfast time, so Yuan Zhou cooked the steaming Lotus Root Starch.
"Sigh. When can the Lotus Root Starch be eaten together with the dishes outside?" A customer sighed with emotion while drinking the Lotus Root Starch.
"Boss Yuan won't drive you away." A customer at the side drank a mouthful of the refreshing and slightly sweet Lotus Root Starch contentedly and then said.
"Why do you ask when you already know the answer?" The customer turned his face away and ignored him. Then, he started to drink the Lotus Root Starch attentively.
There were many people selling breakfast in front of Yuan Zhou's restaurant. Those who were hungry or didn't get a chance to get a seat would usually make do with some breakfast. However, few of them would take Yuan Zhou's dishes to go with the food outside.
Even if they ate a steamed bun with soybean milk, they would drink up the soybean milk first and then taste the steamed bun cooked by Yuan Zhou attentively.
If there was no comparison, there would be no harm. It wasn't a joke in Yuanzhou shop.
The breakfast time was as short as usual. Yuan Zhou sat at the door and carved radish flowers, both green and red. Just in a little while, the radish flowers were all placed on the shelf. It was time for lunch.
As usual, when Zhou Jia announced the time to begin, the customers entered the restaurant.
Ling Hong also came today. Naturally, he came for the new dish.
"Boss Yuan, you are so mean. Why don't you publicize the new dish on the microblog?" Ling Hong said discontentedly as soon as he entered the restaurant. "Ho Ho.
"Hehe, specially tell you? I don't see you getting fatter recently. "Before Yuan Zhou said anything, Wuhai, who had always liked to quarrel with Ling Hong, uttered.
"Of course I don't. I only have some abdominal muscles. You, a painter who sits all day long, are the ones who should be careful." Ling Hong smoothed his hair and said with a natural and unrestrained manner.
"Then why is your face so big?" Wuhai snorted coldly.
"That's because I'm handsome." Ling Hong stroked his chin narcissistically.
"Hehe." Wu Hai looked at Ling Hong mockingly.
Even Yuan Zhou furrowed his eyebrows. What a joke. There was no one more handsome than him in this shop. Yes, that was what Yuan Zhou thought.
"Go away. I'm asking about the new dish. Since you have already eaten, don't interfere." Ling Hong waved his hand and ignored Wuhai's ridicule.
"I don't have the habit of advertising." Yuan Zhou said naturally and sincerely.
"Boss Yuan is still so low-key." Among the remaining customers, someone instantly said that.
"That's right. I know about Boss Yuan from someone else." Another person chimed in immediately.
"I have never seen Boss Yuan advertise." The customer nodded his head approvingly.
"Yeah. He went on the TV program because that TV station kept pestering him." It was a girl who was attracted by the TV program.
"Boss Yuan is indeed a person with superb craftsmanship but keeps a low profile. He's just like the great masters hiding in the city in the wuxia novels." A customer said conclusively.
"Only in this way can we eat it now. Otherwise, if there are too many customers, we might not be able to eat it even after waiting for a whole year." Some customers immediately nodded their heads approvingly.
With his sharp ears and eyes, Yuan Zhou naturally heard those words. He was quite happy in the heart, but still maintained a calm and indifferent manner.
"I think this guy is just lazy." On hearing that, Ling Hong muttered discontentedly.
"Um?" Yuan Zhou looked at Ling Hong.
"No. How can we eat the hotpot without vegetables?" Ling Hong immediately denied and then asked about the Spicy Hotpot.
"Eat it however you like." Yuan Zhou said earnestly.
"Soaked Rice. Soaked Rice in Hotpot Soup. You deserve to have it." A customer immediately thought of Wuhai and suggested loudly.
"Soaked Rice?" Ling Hong revealed a surprised expression.
"Yes. It looks delicious." It was a girl who made the suggestion. When she saw Ling Hong look at her, she nodded her head vigorously.
"Girl, your idea is very dangerous." Ling Hong said seriously.
"No. That Brother Wu ate it just like that." The girl said with puzzlement.
"It turns out to be you. Look at what bad influence you have brought to this girl. Can the hotpot soup even soak rice?" Ling Hong turned his head and looked at Wuhai bitterly, as if he had done something unforgivable.
"Do you have a problem with that?" Wuhai sat down and asked indifferently while stroking his small mustaches.
"Of course. Don't lead others astray with your weird eating habits," Ling Hong said righteously.
"The hotpot should be accompanied with other dishes, such as beef, mutton and pork." Ling Hong added again.
"Then you ask Yuan Zhou for it." Wuhai made a gesture of "please".
"I will change the way." Ling Hong smiled mysteriously.
"Ho Ho." Wuhai still looked at Ling Hong with a sneer.
"Dadada." Ling Hong took two steps forward and prepared to say while looking at Yuan Zhou with a smile.
It had to be said that Ling Hong was quite handsome today. Although it was quite cold outside, he was still dressed in a flaxen suit with a snow-white shirt inside, which revealed his beautiful collarbone. With a sunny and handsome face, he didn't feel cold even when looking at him.
As for Yuan Zhou, he was still dressed in the Han Clothing with lotus patterns. Because of his superb craftsmanship, Yuan Zhou had been wearing the moon-white Han Clothing recently. His neat and clean short hair was hidden in the scholar's hat. The sleeves were clean and narrow and the belt was tied tightly, making him look tall and confident.
Although he wasn't as handsome as Ling Hong, his serious and serious appearance was still very attractive to young girls. At least, the girl who had just spoken in the restaurant had been staring at Yuan Zhou for quite a while without blinking.
"Let's talk nicely." Yuan Zhou knitted his brows and said vigilantly while looking at Ling Hong's malicious expression.
"I heard that there is a person in the suburbs who grows very good radishes." Ling Hong looked at Yuan Zhou with an earnest expression.
"And?" Yuan Zhou didn't react for an instant. Did he smile with such a malicious expression just to talk about radishes?
"I saw that you carved quite a lot of radish flowers outside today. You must have used up all the radishes, right?" The smile of Ling Hong became more treacherous, just like a fox.
"You want to give me radishes." Yuan Zhou said naturally.
"Hey, why don't you act according to the routine?" Ling Hong supported his forehead speechlessly.
"No?" Yuan Zhou looked at Ling Hong with puzzlement.
"I can take you to the place that sells good radishes. You can go there and have a look." Only then did Ling Hong bring out his purpose.
"Sure. I have time in the afternoon. Sorry to bother you." Yuan Zhou considered for three seconds and then said courteously.
"You are welcome. I may have to trouble you at that time." Ling Hong waved his hand and said generously.
"Um." Yuan Zhou nodded his head.
"Let's start to order dishes now." Zhou Jia reminded him.
"Alright. Please order your dishes." When Yuan Zhou said that, he was still quite serious.
With a satisfied smile on his face, Ling Hong went back to his seat and prepared to order dishes. At that time, Wu Hai said.
"What are you up to?" Wu Hai asked curiously, but he didn't show it on his face.
"You'll know when the time comes," Ling Hong said confidently.
"Anyway, you are definitely up to no good." Wu Hai said with an affirmative tone.
Ling Hong smiled evilly. Of course, he didn't have any good intentions.
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