The next day, because of the rain last night, the morning sun was especially bright.
As usual, Yuan Zhou got up early to jog. Since his restaurant became more and more famous, he couldn't even jog peacefully.
He had thought of buying a treadmill at home, but … after Yuan Zhou's precise measurement, the room on the second floor was too small to fit it.
Many people in Yuan Zhou's WeChat Moments had a treadmill at home. Only then did he realize that most of the people posting their exercise plans on the Internet were not showing off their exercise results.
They were just showing off their wealth and showing off their big house.
"These pretentious people!" Yuan Zhou complained with a poker face.
"After I buy a villa, I will buy three treadmills. One for use, one for spare, and one for Broth to exercise." Yuan Zhou muttered in his heart. He was prepared to let Broth train as fast as a cheetah.
During the morning jog, he would think about something. These two days, he mainly thought about the difficult side mission.
[Side Mission]: Restore a virtual dish. (Incomplete)
(Mission Description: Restore a dish that only exists in movies, TV series, or novels. The completeness and rating of the virtual dish must be above 90 points. As a future chef, you have to prove to the world that there is no limit to being a chef, even if you are facing the imagination of the creators of literature.)
[Mission Reward]: The system will randomly keep one portion of the ingredients recycled every day. (Released)
[Mission Time]: 15 days
(Mission Tip: From the day the mission is released.)
[Mission Punishment]: Strictly implement the recycling every day.
This mission was really strange. When Yuan Zhou accepted it, he couldn't help but frown.
Moreover, the cautious Yuan Zhou was very clear about the definition of the virtual dish. This was the experience of many years of struggle.
The system's meaning was clear. It needed something that no one had ever made before but existed in reality. The author's imagination didn't count.
For example, the system judged that the dish with Wild Rice Shrimp and Dragon Well Tea Chicken didn't count.
In Yuan Zhou's view, if it could be called virtual, it must be imaginative. There must be some conditions that couldn't be met in reality.
The core of this mission was to let him use his skills or other means to make up for these conditions that couldn't be met.
In some Xianxia novels, dragons and phoenixes were used as materials. Yuan Zhou had already asked about these things, but even the system didn't have them.
In martial arts novels, Huang Rong used lamb buttocks, pig's ears, calf kidney, and other ingredients to make a dish called "Who Listens to the Falling Plum Blossoms on the Jade Flute". It was said that there were twenty-five flavors in one dish.
There were also Twenty Four Moonlit Bridges, Three Friends of Winter, Fried Centipede, and so on. Jin Yong's description of food was very complete. He even wrote down the ingredients and cooking methods.
However, he could only look at it. It was rare to find a dish that could satisfy 90 points.
The mission was written very clearly. Not only did he have to complete it, but he also had to complete it with a score of 90 and above.
Yuan Zhou didn't need to explain the system's grading criteria.
Yuan Zhou carefully simulated it in his mind and tried it out. The only one that met the requirements was the Twenty-Four Moonlit Bridges.
But … the other party had requested to use the Orchid Acupoint Brushing Hand to cut tofu into small balls. Where could Yuan Zhou learn this technique?
He couldn't make delicious food, and he couldn't get 90 points if he could make it. Yuan Zhou had successfully walked into a dead end.
The time for the mission was half a month. It seemed like a long time, but whoever came would know the real situation. No wonder the system was generous this time and gave him the reward when he accepted the mission.
It turned out that it was waiting for him here.
The system had really gone bad. He didn't know who it had learned it from. It was either a little comrade or a scam.
"I read a lot of martial arts novels about food before I went to bed yesterday. Jin Yong's descriptions were complete, Gu Long's were rarely fictionalized, and most of them were ready-made. As for Wen Ruian, he wrote about food as if he was flaunting his wealth."
Yuan Zhou sighed continuously. It had been two days since the mission. Before going to bed tonight, Yuan Zhou planned to change his way of thinking and not focus his attention on the martial arts novels.
"The one-kilometer run is getting easier and easier. I will increase it tomorrow." When it was almost over, Yuan Zhou thought in his heart.
When he returned to the restaurant, the other shops on Taoxi Road were also open. Their business hours were all based on the Yuanzhou shop.
In the morning, there were customers guessing if there would be new dishes, but Yuan Zhou said that there would be no new dishes.
Was it a pleasant surprise? Was it a surprise?
Breakfast was soup dumplings, kneaded dough, and prepared. Everything was going smoothly. There were no accidents during the breakfast and it passed smoothly.
During the business hours of the restaurant at noon, unexpected things happened one after another.
First, there was a person who shouldn't have come — Zhou Xi.
Wang Hong felt that Zhou Xi's mouth was too powerful. He had been fooled before, so he didn't greet him.
The person who greeted Zhou Xi was Mengmeng. She didn't start her live broadcast today. She had just finished her live broadcast in the Yuanzhou shop at noon yesterday. Moreover, today was her rest time.
"Didn't you say that you would go to another city to see Ming Yi's art exhibition?" Mengmeng asked straightforwardly.
"Ming Yi's art exhibition?" Zhou Xi opened his eyes wide and said, "Compared to Eaves Wu's paintings, Ming Yi's art exhibition is nothing."
Mengmeng felt that it was necessary to remind him, "But Wuhai's paintings have always been here, but Ming Yi's …"
"People Passing by a Small Restaurant and This is Life are full of profound meanings. I can never get enough of them!" Zhou Xi said resolutely without any hesitation.
Mengmeng was speechless, indicating that she didn't want to talk to her brainless fan.
Zhou Shijie hadn't returned to Chengdu yet, so no one talked to him. Zhou Xi stood in the line quietly, but his eyes were fixed on the ceiling.
Mengmeng didn't pay attention to him anymore. Instead, she stood in line and chatted with Manman. Only then did Mengmeng know that Manman learned some techniques of kneading dough when she visited the Yuanzhou shop from time to time. The business of the pastry shop was getting better and better. Manman was thinking of accepting more apprentices. After all, the business of the branch shop was getting better and better.
"Manman, you have become a rich woman. When I come to buy cakes, you must give me a discount," Mengmeng said happily.
"Of course, 9.8%," Manman said generously.
"…" Mengmeng found that Manman not only learned some skills from Boss Yuan, but also learned Boss Yuan's stinginess.
The second surprising thing was that Fang Heng was in trouble. His father was sick and hospitalized. He was the only son, so he had to take care of everything in the family.
Not only the shop, but also the family.
Fang Heng's mother was not a strong-willed person. Even though she was old now, it was his father who helped her open the bottle cap.
She showed off her love for her son at home every day. No wonder Wuhai said that Fang Heng looked more and more like a Shiba Inu. It turned out that Fang Heng was eating dog food.
Therefore, Fang Heng was busy from morning to night. Naturally, he didn't come to the Yuanzhou shop often.
"I didn't manage the shop before, so I didn't know that it was so difficult to manage the shop." Fang Heng complained to Zhao YIngjun.
"I read all kinds of reports every day. My eyes are almost going blind." Fang Heng rubbed his eyes.
Seeing Fang Heng being so pitiful, Zhao YIngjun finally reacted …
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