"Boss Yuan, I'm convinced." Wu Hai found that he was speechless.
"Well, business hours are over." Yuan Zhou nodded, acknowledging Wu Hai's admiration.
Wu Hai held back a lot of swear words, thinking about Yuan Zhou's craftsmanship, but he could only hold it back, and left in frustration.
He always thought that if Boss Yuan was not a chef, he would be beaten to death. However, Wu Hai actually said this, as if he was a chef now and no one wanted to beat him to death.
"Xiaoyun, come back at noon." Yuan Zhou nodded to Mu Xiaoyun beside him.
"Well, boss, I'm leaving." Mu Xiaoyun pursed her lips and agreed obediently.
As soon as half past nine, a girl carrying a big bag and a small box appeared at the door.
Wearing convenient gray casual clothes, a neat ponytail, and a delicate little face, he looks neat and tidy.
"You must be Boss Yuan." Seeing Yuan Zhou at the door, he stepped forward to confirm.
"Well, I am, hello, Painter Fang." Yuan Zhou took two steps forward and said.
"I'm just asking, what do you need to draw?" Painter Fang asked straight to the point.
"Come here and see." Seeing that the little girl he invited asked about her work as soon as she came up, Yuan Zhou naturally liked it.
This painter is different from others in that he charges based on time, which saves time.
"This is the price list. I need to draw a lotus flower on it without erasing the words." Yuan Zhou led the people into the store and pointed to the price list on the wall.
Painter Fang put down the small box in his hand with a "bang" and then began to observe the surrounding environment in the store.
After a while, he asked, "Should it be colored or not?"
"For coloring, use the best paint." Yuan Zhou nodded.
"No problem, one hundred and two hours, I can finish it in about five hours." Painter Fang happily gave the time.
"Okay, when will we start?" Yuan Zhou nodded without counter-offering.
He had already inquired about this price, and it was within a reasonable range.
"I can't interrupt you while you're doing business. What's your time?" Seeing that Yuan Zhou had no intention of closing the store, Painter Fang said directly.
Then Yuanzhou explained his business hours in detail, and Painter Fang set his own time, preparing to sketch the outline first in the afternoon.
But when she arrived, she discovered that the business of this small shop, which did not look amazing on the outside, was surprisingly good. Even if she came ten minutes before the closing time, there were still people waiting in line outside.
And she didn't know that Yuanzhou's shop would be even more lively at night.
7 p.m.
There are some small cars everywhere on the small streets, and some cars can only be parked on the side of the road outside.
"Honey, what good food can we get here at night?" A fashionably dressed woman in a BMW three series said dissatisfiedly.
"It's very delicious, but take-out is not allowed. You'll know after you eat it, so get off the car." The man, wearing casual clothes, said affirmatively.
"Get off here? What should I do with the car?" The woman was very surprised.
This is on the side of the road and parking is not allowed.
"Just leave it here for now, it's okay." The man was very grand.
"I don't know how many tickets there will be after I finish eating." The woman's footsteps made a dissatisfied "ta-da-da" sound on the road.
"Let's go. It's worth the extra two fines. That store doesn't open very long." As the man said, he grabbed the woman and hurried to Yuanzhou's store.
When the two rushed over, they had already started queuing up.
It was almost time to close the door, and this time the scars on the man's face were more serious. Not to mention the cracked corner of his mouth, one eye was black and blue, and the corner of the other eye was cracked. The wounds were still bleeding, and there was not much expression on his face.
When it was his turn in line, he still said to Yuan Zhou.
"A bowl of egg fried rice." The man spoke in a low voice, and he couldn't help but make a hissing sound.
"Okay, wait a minute." Yuan Zhou nodded in agreement, but did not immediately turn around to cook. Instead, he took out a white towel from under the counter with a lotus pattern printed on the edge.
"Wipe it. Blood falling into the bowl will affect the taste of the egg fried rice." Yuan Zhou handed it over and said seriously.
"I know." The man said softly, took the towel naturally, and began to wipe the blood on his face and mouth.
Yuanzhou then turned around to prepare the meal.
The couple who had just walked in over there were waiting for their meal, and now the wife was a little dissatisfied.
"Husband, why is this man here like this? He's bleeding." The woman didn't dare to look over there.
"It's okay, everyone is there." The man grabbed the woman's hand and said comfortingly.
"Isn't it really delicious?" After queuing outside for an hour, and now meeting such a bloody person while eating, the woman felt a little dissatisfied.
"You'll know then." The man smiled and didn't explain much, but his tone was very sure.
"That's okay." The woman turned to her husband's side and waited quietly for the meal to be served.
Not a moment.
"Please take your time with your meals." Mu Xiaoyun helped bring the meals to the young couple here and said politely.
Yuan Zhou personally carried the fried rice in front of the scarred man.
"Your fried rice." Yuan Zhou put down the fried rice and said.
"Thank you." The man reached out and took it.
The hands shaking slightly while holding the plate were covered with bruises.
Putting down the fried rice safely, the man looked down at the fried rice, then raised his head and said without thinking, "I won."
"Yes." Yuan Zhou nodded and turned around to prepare his own meal.
The man covered in scars did not let Yuan Zhou answer and started eating quietly.
The man over there who had been paying attention here frowned, a little confused, but the delicious food had nothing to do with him, so he no longer cared.
The inside of Yuanzhou's shop was as bright as day, but the lights were gentle and not dazzling, but that was not the case on the other side.
"You, you, you, please wipe this place quickly, why is there a fingerprint?" A meticulously dressed man in a suit directed a group of waiters to work around.
While the conductor was busy, a man ran over with a "dong dong dong" sound and spoke clearly.
"Mr. Gou, I've already prepared the lobby. I've also arranged real unscented flowers on the table. The napkins are also unscented. I'll make sure there's no other smell there."
"That's good, there are still five minutes left, and the man will be here. It is said that he sticks to the time very much. The boss has made an appointment for a long time before coming." Manager Gou looked solemn.
"Okay, I've made all the arrangements and the kitchen is ready. Chef Zheng is working hard." The man said with a smile on his face.
"Okay, I'll tell you to get rid of all this heat." Manager Gou stood at the door, preparing to greet him personally.
I had to go. After a while, the man came in with the boss.
The recruitment sign outside the door is very bright, with three large gilded characters written on it: Furong Building. It looks like it has been newly opened.
"Kenichi, thank you for coming. With your comments, I don't have to worry anymore." A group of three people came from a distance. The man in the lead looked to be in his forties, which was exactly the age of Yi Zhihua. Fang He has a prosperous face and speaks like a boss.
A young man looks very festive and makes people happy just by looking at him. He is quietly following another person.
The other person was a middle-aged man, wearing a loose Tang suit. He looked even thinner. His face was clean and tidy, but his expression was very serious and unsmiling. The corners of his mouth were turned down, making it difficult to speak.
This is embarrassing as soon as you say it, "I don't have anything nice to say."
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