Chapter 180 Taste

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"Boss Yuan, I've taken it." Wu Hai found himself speechless.

"Well, business hours are over." Yuan Zhou nodded, expressing his approval of Wu Hai's admiration.

Wu Hai held back his swear words, thinking about Yuanzhou's craftsmanship, but he could only hold back, so he walked away.

He always thought that if Boss Yuan was not a chef, he would definitely be beaten to death. However, Wu Hai's words were unreasonable. He said it as if he was a chef now, and no one wanted to kill him.

"Xiaoyun, come back at noon." Yuanzhou nodded to Mu Xiaoyun beside him.

"Well, boss, I'm leaving." Mu Xiaoyun pursed her lips and smiled, obediently responding.

As soon as half past nine, a girl with a big bag and a small box appeared at the door.

Wearing convenient gray casual clothes, with a spirited ponytail, and a delicate face, she looks clean and neat.

"You are Boss Yuan." Seeing Yuan Zhou at the door, he stepped forward and confirmed.

"Well, I am, hello Fang painter." Yuan Zhou stepped forward and said.

"I am, what do you need to paint?" Fang painter asked straight to the point.

"Let's take a look here." Seeing that the little girl who was invited came up and asked about her job, Yuan Zhou naturally liked it.

This artist is different from others in that he is paid according to the time, so it is good to save time.

"This is the price list. I need to draw a lotus flower on it, without erasing these words." Yuan Zhou led the people into the store and pointed to the price list on the wall.

Artist Fang put down the small box in his hand with a "bang", and then began to observe the surrounding environment of the store.

After a while, he asked, "The one that needs to be colored is still not colored."

"Color, use the best paint." Yuan Zhou nodded.

"No problem, one hour one hundred and two, I can finish it in about five hours." Fang painter was very happy to give the time.

"Okay, when will it start?" Yuan Zhou nodded without counter-offering.

He had already inquired about this price, and it was within a reasonable range.

"I'm sure I can't disturb you while you're doing business,

What is your time? ” Fang painter saw that Yuanzhou had no plans to close the store, so he said directly.

Then Yuan Zhou explained his business hours in detail, and Fang painter also set his own time, ready to draw the outline in the afternoon.

It was only then that she discovered that the business of this small shop with an unremarkable appearance was surprisingly good. She arrived ten minutes before the end of business hours, and there were still people waiting in line outside.

And she didn't know that the Yuanzhou store was more lively at night.

Seven o'clock in the evening.

The small streets are full of small cars, and even some cars can only park on the side of the road outside.

"Husband, what can be delicious here in the evening." A woman dressed in fashion in a BMW three-series car said dissatisfiedly.

"It's especially delicious, just don't allow take-out, you'll know when you eat it, get out of the car." The man wearing casual clothes said affirmatively.

"Get off here? What about the car." The woman was surprised.

This is on the side of the road, no parking is allowed.

"Just put it here, it's fine." The man was very angry.

"I don't know how many tickets I will have when I finish eating." The woman's footsteps tapped a dissatisfied sound of "da da da" on the road.

"Let's go, two more tickets are issued, it's worth it if you can eat it, the store doesn't open for a long time." The man said as he stepped forward and grabbed the woman and hurried to the Yuanzhou store.

When the two rushed over, they had already started to line up.

It was about time to close the door. This time, the scar on the man's face was even more serious. The corner of his mouth was cracked, one eye was black and the other was cracked, the wound was still bleeding, and there was not much expression on his face.

When it was his turn in the queue, he still said to Yuan Zhou.

"A bowl of fried rice with eggs." The man's voice couldn't help but let out a "hissing" inhalation.

"Okay, wait a moment." Yuan Zhou nodded in response, but instead of turning around to cook immediately, he took out a white towel from under the counter with a lotus pattern on the edge.

"Wipe it, the blood falling into the bowl will affect the taste of the egg fried rice." Yuan Zhou handed it over and said solemnly.

"Understood." The man said softly, took the towel naturally, and began to wipe the blood on his face and mouth.

Yuan Zhou turned around to prepare the meal.

The couple who had just entered the door over there were waiting for the meal, and the wife was a little dissatisfied.

"Husband, why did this person come like this? The blood is screaming." The woman didn't dare to look that way.

"It's okay, everyone has it." The man grabbed the woman's hand and said comfortingly.

"Is it really delicious?" The woman was a little dissatisfied when she was queuing outside for an hour, and now she encountered such a bloody person.

"You'll know when the time comes." The man smiled and didn't explain much, but his tone was very positive.

"That's fine." The woman turned to her husband's side, quietly waiting for the meal to be served.

Soon.

"Please take your time for the meal for the two of you." Mu Xiaoyun helped bring it, and the young couple's meal here, said politely.

Yuan Zhou, on the other hand, took the fried rice in person and came to the man with scars on his face.

"Your fried rice." Yuan Zhou put down the fried rice and said.

"Thank you." The man reached out and took it.

Holding the plate, his hand trembled slightly, and his hands were bruised.

Putting down the fried rice calmly, the man looked down at the fried rice, then looked up and said, "I won."

"Yeah." Yuan Zhou nodded and turned to prepare the meal himself.

The man covered in scars didn't want Yuanzhou to answer, and started to eat quietly.

On the other hand, the man who has been paying attention here is frowning, a little inexplicable, but the delicious food has nothing to do with him, so he doesn't care anymore.

The Yuanzhou store was as bright as day, but the lights were gentle and not dazzling, but the other side was not like that.

"You, you, wipe this place quickly, why is there a handprint." A man in a suit and meticulously dressed instructed a group of waiters to work around.

Just when the commander was busy, a man ran over and said clearly.

"Manager Gou, I have finished the lobby, and I also set the table with real flowers without fragrance, and the napkins are also fragrance-free. Make sure that there is no other smell there."

"That's good, there are five minutes left, and the person will come over. It is said that he is extremely observant of the time. This is because the boss has made an appointment for a long time." Manager Gou looked solemn.

"Okay, I've arranged everything, and the back kitchen is also ready, but Chef Zheng is full of energy." The man said with a smile.

"That's ok, you have to withdraw all the heat." Manager Gou stood at the door himself, ready to greet him in person.

I had to go, but the man came in with the boss for a while.

The recruitment outside the door is very bright, with three gilded characters of Furong Building written on it, which looks like it has recently opened.

"Yanyi, thank you for coming. With your comments, I won't have to worry about it." A group of three came from a distance. The man in the lead looked in his forties, the age of Yizhihua. With a rich face, he speaks like a boss.

A young man looks very festive, and it makes people happy to look at it, quietly following another person beside him.

The other person was a middle-aged man, wearing a loose Tang suit, which made him look extremely thin. His face was clean, but his expression was serious and unsmiling. The corners of his mouth looked down to make it difficult to speak.

It's embarrassing to say "I can't say anything nice."

Boss: "" To be continued. , Your support is my greatest motivation. 161011065934

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