Back to Unworried Mulberry's fight against counterfeits. He hadn't released his Weibo post yet, but it didn't affect Yuanzhou shop much.
Yuan Zhou was still open for business at a fixed time. Other than the fixed customers, there were also new customers coming in.
Some came to try the food, some came to steal his skills, some came on dates, and some came just to see Yuan Zhou. Of course, there were also some who came to see the money box at the entrance.
Today, there was a strange pair. They seemed to be father and son.
His father was about 50 years old. He was dressed plainly, but he was clean and comfortable. His son was about 25 years old, but he was dressed in a well-ironed suit. Judging from the way he dressed, he was quite strange. However, there were too many strange people in this restaurant.
There was a boxer with a face full of injuries, a Madam Zheng who wanted to eat but didn't want to get fat, a master and disciple who quarreled with each other every time they came, and a young man who only smelled the aroma and didn't order anything and even hypnotized himself. There were too many strange people. Therefore, the father and son duo didn't stand out.
The father was called Lu Yun. He ran a grocery store in the countryside. Although he had lived an ordinary life, he was proud that he had a son who got into Fudan University. His son's name was Lu Cheng. He had been working part-time while he was in school. After graduating from university, he quickly returned to Chengdu and established himself. He found a decent job, but it was only decent.
Lu Cheng seemed to be very familiar with the queuing machine.
"We still have to queue?" Lu Yun felt that it wasn't that troublesome to eat.
Lu Cheng explained, "Dad, this shop's business is booming. Luckily, we came early, or else the queue would be even longer."
After waiting for thirty minutes, it was their turn. Lu Cheng led his father and sat down when they saw an empty seat.
Lu Yun didn't mind at first. He followed behind his son, but after sitting for a while, he saw the price on the table. His eyes widened and he said, "The boss of this shop must be crazy. 188 yuan for an egg fried rice. I can buy seventy to eighty kilograms of rice and many kilograms of eggs with 180 yuan."
"Dad, what are you talking about? Boss Yuan's cooking is good, and the ingredients are the best," Lu Cheng immediately said.
"No matter how good it is, it can't be 188 yuan. How good can it be? Don't tell me it's the golden pheasant's egg, "Lu Yun muttered.
Lu Yun's reaction was very big. He really couldn't understand the price of a 188 RMB Egg Fried Rice.
He closed his shop today and came to the city mainly for two reasons. First, Lu Cheng sent 4,000 yuan to his home every month. He also said that he had a monthly salary of 10,000 to 20,000 yuan, so it was not a problem to send 4,000 yuan to his home.
Although Lu Yun had lived in the countryside all his life, he still knew some things. His son, Lu Cheng, had just graduated from university two years ago. It was already good enough that he could find a good job. How could he possibly have so much money?
Not long ago, Lu Yun saw a piece of news on his phone. Last year, the average salary of a university graduate was only about three thousand yuan. Thinking about how his son had been sending home four thousand yuan every month since last year, he came to Lu Cheng's place to see if his son was doing well.
Second, because Lu Cheng had been working overtime, he didn't go home for Chinese New Year. He missed his son, so he bought some cured meat and sausages for his son. He also bought a large bag of his family's side dishes.
"Don't look down on this shop. Dad, let me tell you, although this shop is small, it is the most famous shop in Chengdu. The chef is Boss Yuan. Don't look down on him just because he is young. He defeated a very good Japanese chef and is now an internationally famous chef," Lu Cheng pointed at Yuan Zhou, who was concentrating on preparing the ingredients.
Lu Yun found this explanation much easier to accept. After all, it was the best shop in the whole city. It was understandable that the food was so expensive. However, understanding didn't mean accepting it. Lu Yun still felt that the food was too expensive, but he still wanted to save his son's face, so he asked in a low voice if they should go somewhere else to eat.
"Dad, I already said that I'm doing quite well in Chengdu. My monthly salary is 10,000 to 20,000 yuan, and I come here to eat every month. Don't worry, I come here often," Lu Cheng said.
Lu Yun was skeptical. In order to prove his words, Lu Cheng looked around and saw a customer who had been eating for a while. He was dressed casually and had a neat mustache. He was very easy to recognize.
"Dad, watch me." Before Lu Yun could react, Lu Cheng stood up and walked towards the opposite side.
Opposite him was the rich man and the mustache man eating. The two of them didn't like each other, but they had to sit at the same table most of the time. They even liked to sit next to each other.
"Mustache man," Lu Cheng called out. His voice wasn't loud.
Wuhai raised his head and at the same time, he subconsciously hid the Egg-Fried Rice in his hand behind his back. In front of him stood an unfamiliar youth.
Lu Yun coughed dryly and said, "Mustache man, you stole my food last time. Don't you remember me now?"
Wuhai's eyes were blank. He had no memory of it, but when he heard the words' stole ', he immediately became spirited. Without saying anything, he lowered his head and started eating. There was originally half a plate of Egg-Fried Rice left, but Wuhai finished it in ten seconds. Then, he raised his head and continued to look at Lu Yun.
He said, "Stole my food? What do you mean by stealing? How could I be that kind of person? "
Ling Hong, who was sitting beside Wuhai, was dumbfounded. What a breathtaking operation. Half a plate of Egg-Fried Rice was finished in ten seconds. It was too shocking. Ling Hong felt that his Herbal Tea Egg was in danger, so he stopped eating the noodles and started eating the egg.
"I knew you wouldn't admit it." After Lu Yun said this, he returned to his seat as if he had heaved a sigh of relief.
"See? That mustache man is a very famous painter in the country. I come here once or twice a month, so I know him." Lu Cheng explained with facts. Only then did Lu Yun believe him and nodded.
"So dad, listen to me today and have a good meal." Lu Cheng comforted him again before calling Zhou Jia over to order.
Two servings of 100 Styles of Rice Cuisine, one Jin 'ling Cuisine, one Swedish Meatball, and one Steamed Tofu with Minced Pork were enough for two people. Lu Cheng wanted to order another dish, but Lu Yun stopped him.
When Lu Cheng and his son finished ordering, Wuhai had already entered the finishing stage. Ling Hong had already finished his Herbal Tea Egg and was finishing his noodles.
"Hey, did you steal everyone's food? Is that why you don't remember who they are?" Ling Hong put down his chopsticks and suddenly asked.
From Wuhai's reaction just now and Wuhai's reaction now, it was obvious that he had forgotten who the other person was.
Wuhai waved his hand nonchalantly. He had a good memory. Even if he didn't have a photographic memory, he wouldn't forget someone who had stolen his food. As for why he wouldn't forget, there was no need to explain. Wuhai was sure that he hadn't seen that guy just now. However, it didn't matter. In any case, it didn't affect him.
Zhou Jia served the dishes. Lu Cheng's dishes were all prepared relatively quickly. Thus, it didn't take long for all the dishes to be served.
"Dad, eat more." Lu Cheng pushed the plate towards his father.
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