"Hoo. I finished it. It's so delicious." Yin Ya let out a sigh of relief with a smile on her face.
With a sound of "Xi Suo", she carefully took off her oily gloves and wiped them with a tissue.
At the same time, she didn't forget to look around carefully.
"I didn't eat much at noon, so I'm too hungry."
Yin Ya blushed a little and was obviously a little embarrassed. She mumbled to herself, but no one knew who she was talking to. Seeing no one was looking at her, she stood up and left naturally.
"Boss Yuan is so annoying. He cooked so well, but he ate up the whole chicken. That's so horrible." As soon as Yin Ya walked out of the door, she couldn't help turning around and glaring at Yuan Zhou. Then, she left.
As a sensitive person, Yuan Zhou naturally sensed that. He raised his head and looked at Yin Ya's seat subconsciously and revealed a puzzled expression.
"Since she ate it so cleanly, it should be very appetizing. Girls are really strange, especially beautiful ones." Yuan Zhou said inwardly.
"Boss Yuan, I think this should be called Hand-Shredded Salt Baked Chicken." Wu Hai said clearly while eating.
"This is Dongjiang Salt Baked Chicken," Yuan Zhou said earnestly.
"I know, I know. But it's hand-shredded, isn't it? The taste is really good. And the rice cooked with the gravy is even better." Wu Hai praised while eating.
"Um." Yuan Zhou nodded and then prepared to turn around and go back to the kitchen.
However, just at that time, someone stopped Yuan Zhou.
"Boss Yuan, I need to trouble you with a matter." The person who stopped Yuan Zhou was called Zong Lin. He was dressed in casual clothes and had short hair. He looked quite spirited and was about 27 or 28 years old.
Sitting with him was a somewhat old middle-aged man. His back was a little bent, but his exposed arm muscles were very well developed. He should be Zong Lin's father.
"What's the matter?" Yuan Zhou turned around and asked.
"I want to hold a cooking competition with my father and I hope you can be the judge." Zong Lin was very polite when he talked to Yuan Zhou, but when he talked about his father, he was full of resentment.
"Hmph." The middle-aged man at the side obviously heard it and snorted coldly at Zong Lin.
"Sorry, I won't do it." Yuan Zhou directly refused without any hesitation.
"Well, okay. Sorry for disturbing Boss Yuan." Zong Lin was stupefied for a moment and then apologized with embarrassment.
"It's okay." Yuan Zhou didn't say much and went straight back to the kitchen.
Yuan Zhou knew these two people. They didn't come here often, but he had a deep impression of them. It wasn't because they were chefs, but because they quarreled every time they came here.
Although the two of them knew that they should lower their voices in public, it didn't make any difference to Yuan Zhou. He could still hear their quarrel from beginning to end.
"This isn't a problem that can be solved in a single match." Yuan Zhou was well aware of this, which was why he rejected the offer.
"I told you not to be nosy, but you didn't listen. Now you know how to be shameful." The middle-aged man scolded Zong Lin in a low voice.
"Boss Yuan didn't say anything. He just doesn't agree." Zong Lin refuted straightforwardly.
"Isn't it enough to refuse once? Do you want him to refuse twice? You never use your brain when you do things and even if you learn something, you're just a dabbler. "The middle-aged man stared at Zong Lin and directly belittled him.
"That's not necessarily true. I'm learning Western cuisine and I'm better than you." Zong Lin didn't want to be outdone and thus started to quarrel with his father.
"Your so-called Western cuisine is simply messing around. You only know how to waste things. You can't use here or there even if you just cut a piece in the middle. Isn't that a dabbler?" The middle-aged man reproached him straightforwardly.
"You don't understand at all. We're pursuing the perfection of art. Unlike your way of doing things, you mix everything into one pot." Zong Lin couldn't help gnashing his teeth and then said in a low voice.
The two of them just quarreled with each other like that. If it weren't for the fact that there were people beside them and they knew to keep their voices low, the middle-aged man would have already lost his temper and beat them up. Even so, they still quarreled fiercely.
What was rare was that they really kept their voices low, so it almost didn't affect others. However, their behavior was still considered bad.
"That's all for today's dinner time. Everybody, please come earlier tomorrow." The quarrel lasted until the dinner time of Yuanzhou shop ended.
"Dadada Ta", the continuous footsteps faded away. Since they were refused by Yuan Zhou, the two of them also quarreled fiercely at that time.
"Am I still your father? Why don't you listen to me no matter what I say?" The middle-aged man shouted loudly and exasperatedly.
"Then am I still your son? Can't you respect me for once?" Zong Lin stood up abruptly and asked back with the same words.
"Respect? What respect do you want? Just listen to me and come back tomorrow. Why are you going to a Western restaurant?" The middle-aged man followed him and stood up, saying stubbornly and unyieldingly.
"You don't know Western cuisine. I'm going to a Michelin One-Star restaurant, not some random restaurant." Zong Lin said coldly and earnestly.
"I don't know Western cuisine? I've been cooking all my life and know nothing. As long as you are my son, you have to listen to me. "The middle-aged man's face was flushed and his tone became more unyielding. It seemed that there was no room for negotiation.
"Father, I will definitely go there. I must go there." Zong Lin straightforwardly made his stand clear.
Just when the middle-aged man wanted to refute, Zong Lin said again.
"Once, you could cook everything in the kitchen. You could cook the incomparably delicious Egg Fried Rice with simple rice and eggs like a superman. But now, I can also do that and I'm no worse than you. I'm also a chef." Zong Lin looked at his father's eyes and said word by word.
"You are also a chef? You are just a newbie. "The middle-aged man was stupefied for a while and then retorted subconsciously.
"I'm 29 years old this year and I'm already qualified to be the head chef of a Michelin One-Star restaurant. I'm an official chef." Zong Lin emphasized again.
"Fine, fine, fine. You are a chef of a high-class restaurant. You don't think highly of me, a chef of a farmhouse. Just fly if you want to. Don't come back to me after your wings are broken." The middle-aged man's face was taut. After saying that, he left with big strides.
"No, I won't. I have already fulfilled my childhood dream." Zong Lin's words drifted into the middle-aged man's ears from afar.
The middle-aged man couldn't help thinking of Zong Lin's words when he was a child. He wanted to be a chef as awesome as his father when he grew up.
"Fortunately, my father has low requirements. I only need to find a girlfriend to make a living. Am I right, dad?" Having witnessed the whole process of their quarrel, Yuan Zhou couldn't help looking at his parents' room on the second floor and revealed a satisfied smile.
"Boss, do you think they will come for meals in the future?" Zhou Jia waited until the two left and then couldn't help asking. "Yes, of course.
Of course, they will. "Yuan Zhou said affirmatively.
"Why?" Zhou Jia revealed a curious expression.
After all, in her opinion, the father and son had simply broken up with each other. How would they come for meals together again? Could it be that Boss Yuan had discovered something?
"Because the dishes I cook are delicious." Yuan Zhou said naturally.
"Well, everything you say is right." Zhou Jia choked for quite a while and then said.
"Um." Yuan Zhou nodded the head deservedly.
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