As for the watch, Yuan Zhou didn't have time to worry about it. After putting down the watch, Yuan Zhou directly started to prepare the ingredients for dinner.
Dinner time arrived as scheduled. Just as Yuan Zhou had said, the father and son came again halfway through dinner time.
"Boss is really amazing. I thought the two of them had a falling out." When Zhou Jia saw Zong Lin and Zong Fu sitting together for dinner again, she couldn't help murmuring.
"Sister Jia Jia, what's wrong?" Mu Xiaoyun couldn't help asking.
"It's like this …" Zhou Jia told Mu Xiaoyun the reason in a low voice. Of course, she didn't forget to tell her about Yuan Zhou.
"What boss says is definitely right. I feel that boss knows a lot of things and is very awesome." Mu Xiaoyun naturally felt that what Yuan Zhou said was right.
"Um, that's true." Zhou Jia nodded her head.
Mu Xiaoyun also nodded in agreement.
"However, just wait and see. The two of them will definitely quarrel later." Zhou Jia gestured to where Zong Lin and his son were.
"Do you want me to go and talk to them?" Mu Xiaoyun turned her head and asked.
"No. Although they quarrel, they have a sense of propriety. They won't disturb others and their voices will be very low." Zhou Jia shook her head.
"Oh, okay." Mu Xiaoyun nodded and then went to greet other customers.
Zhou Jia also went to carry the dishes. However, she said something wrong this time. Today, Zong Lin's father started to get angry as soon as he sat down. Moreover, he was very angry and his actions were much bigger than usual.
"You keep on making trouble every day. I asked you to come back but you don't listen. You just make trouble every day." Zong Lin's father glared at Zong Lin and revealed a dissatisfied expression.
"I'm treating you to dinner. Just eat with peace of mind." Zong Lin couldn't help rolling his eyes secretly.
"I can't eat." Zong Lin's father glared at him and said discontentedly.
That's right. It wasn't that he couldn't eat. Now, Zong Lin's father only felt that his stomach was full of anger and he had no appetite to eat.
Zong Liguo's father was Zong Liguo, the head chef of a farmhouse. He cooked ten days a month and rested for twenty days, which was considered easy.
His favorite dish was Crab Tofu, which was also Zong Lin's favorite dish since he was a child. But today, a regular customer said that his Crab Tofu was not delicious and was overcooked.
Zong Liguo apologized to his old customer on the spot, but he suddenly thought of his troublesome son.
"He must have messed up because he was worried about that little bastard!" Zong Liguo thought to himself.
With such a thing happening, how could Zong Liguo still be happy?
Zong Lin also knew about this matter. The source of the news was naturally his mother.
"That's enough. You can't always be like this. Go somewhere else and vent your anger on me. Besides, your Crab Roe Tofu is too old. You are already old," Zong Lin said straightforwardly.
"My dish is overcooked? Let me tell you, the older you are, the wiser you are. It's still too early for your level! "Zong Lin suddenly flew into a rage.
"It's because I know you are my father that I listen to your preaching over and over again," Zong Lin suppressed his voice and said discontentedly.
"That's really hard for you. Let me tell you, you'd better come back tomorrow. Otherwise, get out of here!" Zong Liguo didn't show any mercy this time and said straightforwardly.
"By saying so, does it mean you have made up your mind?" Zong Lin sat up straight and asked with a serious expression.
Just when Zong Liguo wanted to answer, Yuan Zhou carried the dishes to them.
"Your dishes have arrived. Please enjoy your meal." Yuan Zhou straightforwardly placed the tray between the two people.
That stopped their quarrel immediately and also cut off Zong Lin's father's more resolute words.
"Humph." Zong Liguo snorted coldly. He turned his head and didn't look at his son.
Zong Lin just smiled bitterly and said thank you to Yuan Zhou.
"Please enjoy." After taking the dishes, Yuan Zhou nodded his head and then turned around and went back to the kitchen.
During the meal, the two of them were very quiet. They didn't talk or make eye contact. They just ate the meal quietly.
However, not long after that, Zong Lin's words ignited Zong Liguo's emotions again.
"I have accepted the invitation from that side and will go there soon." Zong Lin swallowed the last mouthful of rice and said suddenly.
"Okay, okay, okay. Then don't come back." Zong Liguo couldn't control his voice this time and said loudly. It could be seen how angry he was.
Luckily, the business time for dinner in Yuanzhou shop also ended at that time.
The customers left one after another. Naturally, the father and son didn't notice that they were in a cold war.
They didn't even react to the sudden rain when the customers were talking about it.
When the customers all left, Yuan Zhou suddenly walked to them.
"Excuse me. Did you want to invite me to be the referee yesterday?" Yuan Zhou asked to stop their quarrel. "Yes.
Boss Yuan, did you agree? "The two of them were stupefied at the same time. In the end, it was Zong Lin who reacted and asked.
"Yes. This little bastard invited me. It would be great if you agreed." Zong Liguo nodded his head and said.
"Then what do you want me to judge?" Yuan Zhou said with a calm tone. After he said that, he didn't wait for them to answer him. Instead, he turned the head and continued to ask Zong Lin.
"If I say your craftsmanship is better than your father's, what do you want to do?" Yuan Zhou looked at Zong Lin with an indifferent and solemn expression.
"Then, old sir, if I say the older, the wiser, and your craftsmanship is still better than your son's, what do you think?" When Yuan Zhou looked at Zong Liguo, his expression was still the same. There was nothing special.
The question of Yuan Zhou suddenly stunned the two of them.
Yes. So what if I can prove I'm better than my father?
Yes. So what if I can prove I'm still as good as my father?
The two of them couldn't help thinking about such a question.
"Dinner time is over. Please come earlier tomorrow." Yuan Zhou's voice of seeing them off broke the silence.
The two of them walked out of the restaurant in silence, not noticing that it was raining outside.
"Ouch." Zong Liguo stepped on the slippery ground and sprained his ankle. He squatted on the ground and couldn't even stand up.
The sound also woke Zong Lin up. Zong Lin walked to Zong Liguo and squatted down subconsciously, "Let me carry you."
Zong Liguo didn't pay attention to him. When he was young, such an injury was nothing at all. Only when he found he really couldn't stand up did he lean on his son's back.
The two of them walked out of the side street in silence and came to the car. Zong Lin carefully put Zong Liguo into the passenger seat.
"Dad, actually the Crab Tofu you cooked is still as delicious as before. You're still a superman who can do everything. But even a superman will grow old." Zong Lin looked at his father and said earnestly.
It was a little awkward to say that from a 29-year-old man. However, this was what he said to his father when he was young. More than 10 years later, when he said it again, many things had changed.
Zong Liguo was really stupefied this time. He looked at Zong Lin and didn't know what to say.
"Now, I'm also that brat's superman." Zong Lin suddenly said with a smile. The brat mentioned by Zong Lin was naturally his 2-year-old son, Zong Liguo's grandson.
After that, Zong Lin turned to the other side and got on the driver's seat.
"You? Superman? Be careful not to overtake the car later." Zong Liguo's mood recovered. There seemed to be a slight change in his tone, but at the same time, it didn't seem to be the case.
"I didn't expect their relationship to be so good. It's so touching. Boss, you also think so, right?" Zhou Jia sniffled and turned her head to look at Yuan Zhou who was holding the umbrella but didn't hand it to him and asked.
Even Mu Xiaoyun at the side also looked at Yuan Zhou with sparkling eyes.
"No, I'm thinking that we should let the Street Administration Office repair the road. Otherwise, what if someone falls down and asks me to take responsibility? The appearance of the street is a small matter, but losing money is a big matter." Yuan Zhou looked at the side street with a serious expression.
"Eh …" Then, Zhou Jia and Mu Xiaoyun became speechless at the same time and didn't know what to say.
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