"Boss Yuan, what do you mean by sold out?" Wu Zhou felt that this boss Yuan really had a problem with him, and it was definitely not an illusion.
"Literal meaning." Yuanzhou spread his hands and said it was that simple.
"The boss just opened this night and it was sold out?" Zhuang Xinmu asked curiously.
"The limit of watermelon juice is one hundred servings per day." Yuan Zhou said the reason at once.
"Limited limit! Why didn't you tell me earlier, Boss Yuan, and didn't post a notice?" Wu Zhou began to ramble because his girlfriend couldn't have watermelon juice.
"Hey, didn't I say that?" Yuan Zhou's tone was questioning, but his face was expressionless, as if he was sure he had said it.
"I really didn't say it, so Boss Yuan, this is your mistake and you should be compensated." Wu Zhou answered quickly.
"No compensation." Yuan Zhou was as ruthless as ever.
"Boss Yuan, do you know that you deserve a beating like this?" Wu Zhou, who had already heard about what happened earlier, exposed his fault mercilessly.
"You can try it." Yuan Zhou raised his muscular arm and said calmly.
Just kidding, Yuan Zhou himself is a chef after all. He throws the blame hundreds or thousands of times a day and has very good arm strength, but Wu Zhou is a programmer and in Yuan Zhou's view he is vulnerable.
"It's okay, let's drink next time." Zhuang Xinmu saved the embarrassed Wu Zhou at the right time.
In terms of strength, Wuzhou is indeed no match for Yuanzhou.
Wu Zhou sat back wilfully and allowed his girlfriend to start ordering.
He also muttered: "I had a friend who used to eat it like this, but now the weeds on the grave are three feet high."
Yuan Zhou, who felt that he had regained the game, was in a particularly good mood and acted as if he hadn't heard anything.
The three hours of business hours passed quickly. Yuan Zhou took off his apron and ran water to wash his hands.
The water rushed down, the fingers were long and strong, and the small wounds made it impossible to mistake them for the hands of a girl.
Yuanzhou, who washed his hands dozens of times a day, made another bowl of clear noodle soup. As usual, he finished the noodles and left the noodle soup, then walked out of the back door with the bowl in hand.
The alley in the back alley is still dim, but the familiar Yuan Zhou will not slip.
"You don't have to guard the gate for your noodle soup. It's fine." Yuanzhou poured the noodle soup into the bowl of the teddy bear.
However, Teddy was still the same. He glanced at the bowl more coldly than Yuan Zhou, then lowered his head and continued to lie in his original position.
"Just stay here by yourself." After Yuan Zhou said that, he took the bowl and turned back to his shop.
The mixed-haired teddy raised his head slightly, watched Yuan Zhou go away, then stood up and licked and licked the noodle soup in the bowl. There was a hint of human enjoyment on the dog's face.
After drinking the noodle soup, the teddy bear put the small bowl back into his nest with his head, and picked something up to cover it, so he could move forward leisurely.
Teddy is originally a small dog, and its real name is Poodle. Teddy is just the name of one of many grooming styles. Poodles are known for hunting in water and are water spaniels.
The hunting dog was very alert and came to the front entrance of Yuanzhou's store. After looking around, the mixed-haired poodle lay down at the front entrance, cocking its little head and looking very serious. .
And he refused to accept Yuan Zhou's kindness that he didn't need to be a gatekeeper.
The weather in June, the child's face, and the starry night sky suddenly started to rain lightly. However, the shaggy Teddy seemed to be used to being exposed to the rain like this. He did not move away and allowed the rain to wet his hair, but this made him look even more beautiful. Skinny and lonely.
Fortunately, the rain stopped after a while, the sky gradually cleared up, and the sky began to get brighter. It wasn't until the sun rose from the horizon that Teddy stood up, shook his hair, and the water droplets sprinkled down, and then he walked steadily. He walked back to his snakeskin bag and began to lie down to rest.
"Is this here?" A group of about thirty people came from a distance. They were very noisy and lively. A girl who looked like the leader said.
"Well, it should be, there is no name, and the address is correct." The handsome and elegant man in white casual clothes took out his mobile phone and checked it to confirm.
Seeing that this person was confirmed, someone immediately shouted, "Since the hero and the tycoon have been confirmed, there must be no problem."
"Yes, I took a look, it is indeed here." Someone started to agree.
This group of people should be the audience of Mengmeng's live broadcast based on their respective names. It seems that they should be led by local heroes.
"What should I do if the hero hasn't opened the door yet?" Such a group of people blocked the door of Yuanzhou's shop. They looked at each other. Finally, the girl who took the lead asked.
"It's already half past eight and the door should open soon." The handsome and gentle man raised his hand to look at his watch and said with certainty.
"Then we'll wait for a while." The girl said soothingly to the anxious person behind her.
The local tycoon hero's real name is Ling Hong. He is good-looking, and he is really a tycoon. He runs his own publishing company, and his family is also a wealthy man. In his free time, he spends his free time either eating, drinking, and watching others eating, drinking, and having fun. This is not what Yuan saw in the video. The watermelon used in the state is so good, so I decided to come over and give it a try.
After a call was made in the group, there were quite a few people willing to come, but the heroes were just the first ones to stand.
"Wow" As soon as he opened the door, he saw a bunch of people gathered around the door, discussing in full swing. Yuanzhou was shocked by this scene. In the past, although there were people waiting for the door to open, most of them were no more than ten. One of them was very few who could get up in the morning. Yuanzhou usually only opens for one hour in the morning. If you arrive late, it will basically close. Many times, you will have to wait for lunch or evening.
Of course, apart from Wu Hai, who lives across the street, Yuan Zhou always comes over for breakfast as soon as Yuan Zhou opens the door.
The thirty or so people who were attracted by the sound of the door opening now all looked at Yuan Zhou, as if they were seeing a real-life idol.
Faced with this situation, Yuan Zhou said calmly, "Those who want to eat come in and the rest will queue up."
After saying that, he turned around and left.
"The boss really has a personality." The girl in the lead said looking at the talkative and indifferent Yuan Zhou.
"Indeed, I don't know if the food is really that delicious. Every time I see Mengmeng eating here, my mouth wateres." This time the speaker was ID eating panda bamboo.
This person is not short of money either. He often gives Mengmeng tips for airplanes and the like online.
"Let's go in first." The hero, Ling Hong, walked into the shop first after speaking.
After looking around, he looked away and focused on the menu at the back.
"Boss Yuan, are there any soup dumplings today?" Wu Hai came in from the door and asked.
"Yes, but you should queue up." Yuan Zhou pointed to the twenty or thirty people lined up behind Wu Hai.
"I'm just asking, I'm sure there will be a queue." Wu Hai said as he walked to the end and stood in line obediently under everyone's gaze.
"Boss, have one portion of everything on the menu." Haoru Linghong definitely wants to have it all.
"Sorry, we only provide soup dumplings this morning." Yuan Zhou said, motioning to the steaming bamboo steamer behind him.
"It doesn't matter. I'll pay for it and you'll be responsible for it." Ling Hong just came here to eat and couldn't get anything to eat. He sat down and said.
"Sorry, it still doesn't work." Yuan Zhou didn't care about the money at all.
Hey, he still doesn’t believe it today.
Ling Hong directly used his special move...