"Quine up, queue up." As soon as Yuan Zhou said these words, everyone started to queue up. Food is the most important thing for people, and eating is the most important thing.
"Tch, let's go eat." As he said this, Wu Hai consciously moved to the second place in line.
Seeing Cao Zhaoyuan standing at the very back of the queue, I couldn't help but grin, which looked particularly funny with his mustache.
Cao Zhaoyuan was a good-natured man, and he wasn't angry at all. He just pretended he didn't see it.
"How's it going? Young man, have you noticed the changes?" The old man asked teasingly, standing a few people behind Wu Hai.
"If you don't see it, I'm just a painter, not a sculptor." Wu Hai said very bachelorly.
"It seems that young people's vision is not good either." The old man said cheerfully.
"I don't have good eyesight, but I live close and I'm fast." Wu Hai suddenly said proudly.
"The old man is not far either." The old man indicated that he was still very close.
With such gags from diners, five minutes passed quickly, and people at the front of the queue rushed in and started eating.
At 8:30 in the evening, the man came again with scars. Recently, he came here only after wiping off the blood. After all, the fried rice would not taste good if blood dripped into it.
"Here we go again, there's a competition today? Did you win?" The familiar diners asked naturally.
"No, I lost." The man was a little decadent.
"It's okay, it's not the first time anyway, just get used to it." The diner's comfort was better left unsaid.
"Don't listen to him, you will win next time." Someone couldn't help but said.
"It's okay, Boss Yuan, one portion of fried rice with eggs." The man smiled and said nonchalantly.
"Wait a moment." Yuan Zhou nodded in agreement.
Regardless of whether he wins or loses in a boxing match, he will get money, but if he loses less, he wins more. At this time, he will come to eat the egg fried rice made by Yuan Zhou.
Before the tavern opened in the evening, Yuanzhou moved the statue of the lady back and placed it in the small courtyard of the tavern. After all, the carvings that were placed outside the door would disappear in a few hours, let alone the next day.
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Early the next morning, Mu Xiaoyun started her day's work happily. She had been very happy recently, probably because of something good.
But soon she stopped laughing, and the expression on her face was speechless.
The sound of Yuanzhou's shop is always very good, so there are many people waiting in line during breakfast time. This time, a boy in casual clothes, wearing a peaked cap, and a shiny earring on his exposed ear, looked very... It's like hip-hop.
As soon as I walked in, I started to read the price list, "Soup-filled steamed dumplings are RMB 66 per basket, duck fat crispy biscuits are RMB 68 each, assorted vegetable buns are RMB 78 each, and a bowl of lotus root starch is RMB 80. What fool would order these things if they are so expensive?"
As soon as the man said this, Mu Xiaoyun was instantly reluctant. Just when he was about to speak, what the man said next was very surprising: "Give me a copy of these."
Mu Xiaoyun was choked by these words and could not recover for a long time.
"Um, sir, what do you mean?" Mu Xiaoyun asked very uncertainly.
"I said, take a copy of what I just signed up for." The man turned his peaked cap upside down. He was a handsome-looking man and said in an impatient tone.
"Didn't you think it was expensive just now?" Mu Xiaoyun didn't understand at all now.
"Money is just a bastard. I'll earn it after spending it." The man sat down and said matter-of-factly.
"Sorry, we only provide assorted vegetable buns and lotus root starch this morning." Mu Xiaoyun calmed down before saying.
"Oh, let's all have one." The man didn't care very much, but he was still talking about cheating. It looked very strange. He was scolding and eating at the same time. Does this have a better appetite
Breakfast time passed and Wu Hai was left alone again.
"I'm going to teach you how to cook today. Let's finish reading the book." Yuan Zhou asked matter-of-factly.
"Nonsense, are you doing it here?" Wu Hai looked at the complete and clean kitchen behind Yuan Zhou and said eagerly.
"No, let's go to your house. Your house should have a kitchen." Yuan Zhou glanced at Wu Hai suspiciously.
"Yes, but there are no ingredients." Wu Hai glanced at Yuan Zhou's kitchen unwillingly, trying to use this statement to get Yuan Zhou to agree.
"It's okay, you go and buy it yourself." Yuan Zhou said very unsympathetically.
"The materials you have here are not good?" Wu Hai settled for the next best thing. It would be good to get the materials from Yuanzhou. After all, the materials in Yuanzhou's store are definitely good.
"No, prepare it yourself." Yuan Zhou ruthlessly rejected Wu Hai's proposal.
"Okay, I'll have someone send you some materials." Wu Hai shrugged, took out his cell phone, and started calling his agent.
Yuanzhou observed Wu Hai carefully, and then concluded in his heart, "This guy has evil intentions. He must be trying to cheat me of the ingredients, and then stop coming to eat, and he wants to reduce my income."
Seeing Wu Hai turn around, Yuan Zhou's expression became even more serious.
"It's just learning cooking, why are you so serious?" Wu Hai turned around and was shocked to see Yuan Zhou standing behind him with a look on his face like he owed him millions.
"Cooking skills need to be taken seriously." Yuan Zhou said seriously, but what he wanted in his heart was that Wu Hai must practice well, not for revenge, of course, but because he is a serious and charming man.
"Zheng Jiawei said he would be here soon and would bring some ingredients for home-cooking. Is that enough?" Wu Hai asked directly.
"Based on your cooking skills, it's hard to say." Yuan Zhou began to feel shocked.
"Then you still say it." Wu Hai said angrily.
"You can go to your kitchen now, you practice first." Yuan Zhou offered to start.
"Speaking of which, you said you would teach me for three days, and this is how you teach me?" Wu Hai asked curiously.
"If you feel dissatisfied, I can teach you behind closed doors." Yuan Zhou walked behind, and after thinking for a while, he added, "I will make it clear that I am here to teach you."
"Damn it, you tricked me, you're going to kill someone if you do this." Wu Hai immediately turned around and said dissatisfied.
"No, you said so yourself." Yuan Zhou said seriously.
"I'm just asking, you should just take the time to teach me." Wu Hai said that this guy is too sinister.
"Well, I also think this is better." Yuan Zhou nodded in agreement with Wu Hai's statement.
"What a ghost." Wu Hai said dissatisfied.
"This way you can compare what I did with what you did." Yuan Zhou said wittily.
"Do you mean you don't plan to demonstrate in person?" It took Wu Hai a while to recover from Yuan Zhou's contempt.
"No, you can compare it yourself." Yuan Zhou waved his hand and said proudly.
"Then what are you going to teach me?" Wu Hai asked as he led Yuan Zhou upstairs.
"You cook a few dishes for a while, and then pick out what you are good at, and I will guide you throughout the process." Yuanzhou thought about it, and this is how teaching people should be.
Yuan Zhou, who has superb cooking skills and thinks he is good at teaching others, copied the methods of the former three-star hotel chefs. This method is also useful for Yuan Zhou. After all, his five senses are sharp, and being a candidate for the God of Cooking is no joke. At first glance, It’s okay to point out the pros and cons and then correct them.