Fang Heng personally gave the order, and the waiter below was very fast. In a short time, he packed several special dishes to go with wine and packed them in ceramic lunch boxes.
"Take it away." Fang Heng handed over the lunch box with a look of disgust.
"Thank you." Zheng Jiawei thanked him with a smile, took the lunch box and left.
"Wait a minute, the food in that little shop is really delicious?" Fang Heng asked cautiously.
"What, are you curious?" Zheng Jiawei looked at Fang Heng and teased.
"Well, let me ask." Fang Heng did not shy away from admitting directly.
"It must be delicious, at least for Xiao Hai's appetite. He now treats it as a canteen." Zheng Jiawei was angry and funny when he said this.
"Well, then you can go, goodbye." Fang Heng pondered for a while and began to see off the guests.
"It's just like Xiao Hai, just throw it away after use." Zheng Jiawei complained before returning to Wu Hai and taking others away.
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"Boss Yuan, since your rice wine can make wine, I want a bowl of white porridge." This was during evening business hours, a customer said.
"Porridge does not belong to Mi Bai, please change it." Yuan Zhou said seriously.
"Okay, let's have white rice and another piece of goldenrod." In the end, the guest chose white rice.
After a while, Yuan Zhou served the guests' meals and carefully placed them on the table, "Please use them."
"Boss Yuan, I'm here again, do you want to guess what I'm ordering today?" Jiang Changxi was wearing a white shirt and jeans. She looked as youthful as a college student, without looking like a lost woman.
"I won't guess." Yuan Zhou refused.
Jiang Changxi fell in love with brown sugar rice cakes since she last tasted them, and presented Yuanzhou with all kinds of rice-making problems.
I always come here once a day, and every time I make rice cakes, and they are all weird and weird. There are fried rice cakes, rice cakes, rice layer cakes, etc. There are too many to mention. You don’t have to guess what she is doing today. Order something, but Yuanzhou didn't want to say it.
"Oh, did Boss Yuan use too much energy last night? He can't even give such an obvious answer." Jiang Changxi looked at Yuan Zhou with a look of pity.
The reason for talking like this is also the reason why Yuanzhou doesn't want to guess. This guy always says something strange every time he comes.
"What to eat?" Yuan Zhou looked at Jiang Changxi with a solemn expression.
"Boss Yuan, you're going to scare me. If you ask gently, I'll tell you." Jiang Changxi would not miss every opportunity to tease her.
"What do the guests at the back want to eat?" Yuan Zhou ignored Jiang Changxi's request and asked the guests at the back.
"Okay, I won't tease you anymore, I want porridge." Jiang Changxi smiled and ordered the most normal rice bowl.
"Porridge is not one of the best things to make." Yuan Zhou had a slightly proud look on his face, which was so light that it was almost invisible.
"Why not? Porridge only requires rice and water, without any auxiliary ingredients." Jiang Changxi was a little surprised.
"Porridge is not part of the list, please order it from scratch." Yuan Zhou had no intention of explaining.
"Okay, if you don't want to do it, then you wait and I'll look for it first." Jiang Changxi said and sat down, took out her phone and started Baidu.
Yuan Zhou ignored Jiang Changxi and looked at the people lining up behind him with a questioning look on his face.
"Boss, this is the egg fried rice set." Mu Xiaoyun said from the side in time.
"Wait a moment." Yuan Zhou turned and returned to the kitchen.
Jiang Changxi's slender and beautiful fingers quickly slid across the screen of her phone, and she found what she wanted in a short time.
When Yuan Zhou served the egg fried rice set, Jiang Changxi said confidently, "Boss Yuan, I want rice porridge."
"Okay, wait a moment." Yuan Zhou nodded in agreement.
"Wait a minute, I'm afraid this isn't right." The customer who had just ordered porridge and was refused finished his meal.
At first, I felt a bit sympathetic when I heard someone being rejected in the same way as me, but now I feel dissatisfied.
"What's the matter?" Yuan Zhou would not let Mu Xiaoyun handle this kind of matter, so he asked himself.
"I'm afraid what Boss Yuan is doing is against the rules and will also damage your reputation as a compass." The guest's expression was not good, but his tone was normal.
"Say it directly." Yuan Zhou looked calm.
At this time, the people waiting began to talk about it.
"What's going on, Boss Yuan? Aren't porridge and rice porridge the same thing?" someone said in confusion.
"No, is it because of the different names?" Some people were also curious whether it was a matter of names.
"What's the difference? It's just the difference between one word and two words." The tone was quite dismissive, just waiting for people to watch the show.
"That's not the difference. In terms of glyph structure, the word "porridge" is older, while the word "porridge" is relatively recent." Then the person also mentioned many allusions to porridge, confusing the person who just said the difference between the two words. one face
"I guess the method is different." The diners still trust Yuan Zhou's reputation. They must have their own reasons, but they still want to hear Yuan Zhou's explanation.
"Just wait and see if Boss Yuan does it." The people waiting naturally want to watch the excitement.
"I just ordered porridge. Boss Yuan said that porridge was not included in the rice cooker, but this lady's order was accepted. What does this mean?" The customer immediately pointed out Jiang Changxi.
"Because you ordered porridge and she ordered porridge. What else is wrong?" Yuan Zhou said calmly and pointed out the difference directly.
"Aren't porridge and porridge the same thing? Why can she do it but I can't?" The guest still looked confused.
"It's not the same thing." Yuan Zhou corrected with a serious look.
"It's just a different statement. What's the difference?" The guest's tone was very persistent.
"Forget it, let me explain." After watching the show for a long time, Jiang Changxi decided to go into battle herself.
"Boss Yuan, don't thank me too much. Just go and make me something to eat." Before explaining, Jiang Changxi did not forget to tease Yuan Zhou.
"Actually, porridge and rice porridge are indeed not the same thing." Jiang Changxi turned to the guests after seeing Yuan Zhou turn around and go back to the kitchen.
"Why isn't it the same thing?" The guest crossed his arms, looking unbelieving.
"You want to order white porridge, right?" Jiang Changxi set the tone first.
"Yes, this does not violate Mi Bai's rules." Customers still abide by the rules of Yuanzhou's shop.
"But white porridge is a traditional food custom of the Han people in Qingzhou Province. The porridge without seasonings in Qingzhou porridge is called white porridge, right?" Jiang Changxi likes to titillate people when she talks.
"Yes, so I think porridge belongs to Mi Bai." The guest said firmly.
"No, because I won't go into details about the difference between cooking porridge and rice porridge." Jiang Changxi's youthful and pleasant appearance spoke very convincingly.
"What's the point?" The guests and onlookers were all very curious.
Logically speaking, apart from these differences, there is no difference. However, it seems that there is no major difference.
"Because porridge requires soup, but porridge does not." Jiang Changxi pointed out the biggest difference between the two.
"To serve soup, do you need this to make porridge?" The guest looked confused. It was the first time he knew that white porridge and porridge were not the same thing... (.)