Because the little boy couldn't see it, he had to hold the bowl to catch it, so as not to drop it on the ground.
The man in the yellow sweatshirt took three of the four pieces and handed them over, and the little boy took them with a smile.
Yuan Zhou originally thought that the two men would engage in a back-and-forth meat-picking battle, but the little boy just took the beef with a quiet smile.
"Dad, you can also try some of the rest. The beef made by the boss uncle is very delicious and there is a lot of it." The little boy said after seeing that there was only one piece left in the bowl.
"Okay, daddy will eat the rest." The man in the yellow sweatshirt agreed with a smile.
The two father and son ate the noodles quietly. The boy did not put the meat back again. He could not see it with his eyes but could always feel it. However, Yuanzhou looked carefully at the father and when he was eating to the end, there was beef again at the bottom of the bowl. Not too much, not too much. There were exactly three pieces missing, and there was nothing left in the boy's bowl.
"I see." Yuan Zhou looked at his boss, who was smiling and chatting with others, and stood up.
"Go slowly and come back next time." The boss turned around and greeted.
"Okay, the boss's beef noodles are delicious." Yuan Zhou nodded in agreement and said.
"Of course, goodbye." The boss accepted Yuan Zhou's thanks rudely.
After walking out of the store, Yuan Zhou picked up his mobile phone and sent a message to Yin Ya on Weibo.
[The beef noodles you introduced are delicious, thank you. ] I am Boss Yuan.
Yin Ya didn't reply over there, maybe she was busy with work.
I got into a taxi and quickly returned to the store. This time it was not closed. There was less than half an hour left to check the opening hours.
Then Wu Hai came over again and asked with a look of resentment, "The three days you promised are only two days. What should I do if there is one day left?"
"Speak nicely." Yuan Zhou felt pain in his balls at the look in Wu Hai's eyes.
"When will we make up the last day?" Wu Hai stroked his mustache with a look of worry on his face.
"Are you leaving?" Yuan Zhou asked doubtfully.
"Almost, I'll be leaving in a few days." Wu Hai nodded.
"Then today and tomorrow afternoon will count as one day." Yuan Zhou looked at the time and said.
"Okay." Wu Hai agreed and then began to look at Yuan Zhou carefully.
"What's going on?" Yuanzhou remained motionless and allowed to observe.
"Look at how pitiful I am, should I have a share of the wine tonight? I know you still have one to drink." Wu Hai pointed at the lottery box and said.
"No, you've already smoked it." Yuan Zhou refused directly.
"Compasses!" Wu Hai said angrily.
Yuanzhou ignored it as if he hadn't heard anything. After Wu Hai finished muttering in a low voice, he asked, "Have you contacted Su Cai?"
"Of course, there is a plate in the kitchen now, do you want to try it?" When Wu Hai mentioned his masterpiece, the subject was immediately changed.
"No, just bring it down and I'll take a look." Yuan Zhou felt a little sick in his stomach when he thought of the paint.
"That's okay, you see if there's something wrong with it." Wu Hai nodded and went back to his studio to bring out the food while wearing his slippers.
As soon as Wu Hai left, a man walked straight into Yuanzhou's shop.
"Boss, can we draw a lottery now?" the man said with a very clear goal.
"It's not business hours now." Yuan Zhou looked up and looked at the person.
The man was silent for a second and then said, "Boss Yuan, you don't seem to have stipulated that the lottery must be during business hours."
Then these words stopped Yuan Zhou. He indeed had not stipulated this.
"Okay, let's draw." Yuan Zhou took out the lottery box and placed it in front of the man.
"Thank you, then I'm not polite." The man spoke politely, as if he was friendly and could make money.
After saying that, he stretched out his hand and started to pull it out. The ping-pong ball made a "clatter" sound inside. After a while, the man took out his palm, and there was a red ping-pong ball lying on his slender and clean hand.
"The last pot of Pitong wine belongs to you. Please come on time in the evening and don't wait until late." Yuan Zhou took back the lottery box and the ball and said.
"Thank you, I will come on time." The man listened carefully to Yuan Zhou's words before saying.
"Well, please wait until the opening time to order, which is still fifteen minutes away." Yuan Zhou said when he saw that the man hadn't left yet.
"Don't worry, Boss Yuan, I'm not ordering food, I'm leaving now." The man said as he looked carefully at the other side of the cherry shrimp wall.
"See you next time." Yuan Zhou nodded.
The man turned around and walked out the door. Wu Hai came down with fried vegetables and muttered in confusion, "It's actually Fang Heng."
But after thinking about it, I realized that it was lucky that he could endure until this point. Wu Hai admired his endurance skills. He didn't know how his tavern was doing now, but Wu Hai thought that although it would have an impact, it would not hurt his muscles and bones. , after all, Yuanzhou entertains too few people every day.
This is indeed the case. Otherwise, Fang Heng, as the owner of the Fang Family Tavern, would have jumped on his feet at this moment. He would not be as calm as he was when he was talking to Yuan Zhou just now. "But you should still try the good wine. Now it seems that I Good luck, isn’t it?”
Fang Heng thought while walking.
"Boss Yuan, let's see if today's Yingye named Full Moon is very appropriate." Wu Hai put aside his thoughts about Fang Heng and handed the well-arranged vegetables to Yuan Zhou.
"What's your name?" Yuan Zhou chewed it carefully before he finally understood this awkward name.
"Well, each of my works should have her own name." Wu Hai said in a normal tone.
It wasn't until I saw Wu Hai's works that I had an intuitive feeling.
Wu Hai's artistic appreciation is undoubted, so the presentation of this dish is also very interesting. It does look beautiful, but Yuanzhou seriously doubts that it is inedible.
Because Yuan Zhou kept asking him to make stir-fried vegetables, Wu Hai was obedient and did not add any paint or strange things to the vegetables. However, there was only a vegetable head left standing in the middle, just standing there raw. , none of the green vegetable leaves on the edge are curled, and they are arranged neatly. It does look a bit like a green grass field.
But Yuanzhou said he couldn't bear it if he could boil the cabbage head.
"Can this moon be cooked next time?" Yuan Zhou pointed to the vegetable in the middle.
"I think the raw color is more natural." Wu Hai considered it himself.
"Then will you eat?" Yuan Zhou asked the most practical question.
"Of course I won't eat it." Wu Hai always acted so matter-of-factly.
However, this is simply unbearable for Yuan Zhou, who has obsessive-compulsive disorder. The fully cooked vegetables here are served with lettuce heads. They are not vegetables that can be eaten raw. Moreover, they are arranged in such a way that there is no need to eat the vegetables. They are all cold. .
"What will you do if you go to another place?" Yuan Zhou hit the point directly.
"Okay, I get it." Wu Hai hesitated for a second, then decided to put the dish on an edible plate next time, and then took the plate back to his studio.
"Huh!" Yuan Zhou breathed out and muttered, "I'm afraid this guy can only eat vegetables when he's on a business trip, and he's turned into a rabbit."
Just after I finished speaking, the system also showed off its presence.
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