Chapter 1080 Looking for Someone

[Book Title: Food Supplier Chapter 1080 Looking for Someone Author: The Cat Who Can Cook]

The latest chapter of Food Supplier 2k novel website welcomes you! The domain name of this website: the complete pinyin of "2k Novel", it's easy to remember! Highly recommended novels for reading: Martial God, the Great Lord of the World, the Anti-Scale Master, Holy Ruins, Snow Eagle Lord, One Thought of the Eternal Dragon King, Legend of the Ancient God King, Peak of Martial Arts, Five Elements, Heavenly Mysterious Realm Gate, Choosing Heaven, "Don't make excuses if you are greedy." Yuan Zhou looked at it calmly. Wu Hai glanced at him and said directly that he had a deep understanding of his rogue nature.

"It's because the portion you made is too small." Wu Hai swallowed a mouthful of spicy and sour red oil and said seriously.

"Do you think others will believe it?" Yuan Zhou said with great confidence.

But just after Yuan Zhou said this, all the other diners in the store licked their plates carefully.

The more reserved one kept scraping the plate with a spoon, while the bold one just started licking it like Wu Hai.

"Haha, Boss Yuan, look at me and tell me that you have done too little." Wu Hai immediately said with a proud look on his face.

"No, it's just because the food I made is so delicious." Yuan Zhou said confidently, unmoved.

As soon as these words were said, Wu Hai and the other diners in the store immediately felt that it made sense, and there was a feeling that they could not refute.

No, this behavior of licking the plate seemed more like it was too delicious. Wu Hai stiffened for a moment, but he still carefully finished all the red oil at the bottom of the plate before putting down his hand.

As for Yuan Zhou, he had already returned to the kitchen and started mixing noodles.

"A compass is a compass. What he wants is that the amount of cucumber shreds and bean sprouts in the noodles are the same. It's really turtle hair." Wu Hai kept saying this as he walked out of the store.

If Yuan Zhou heard this, he would definitely shout in reply, because what Wu Hai said was indeed right.

Each portion of the shredded chicken cold noodles made by Yuan Zhou is the same, so there is no need to count the ingredients. Because Yuan Zhou cuts them into the same size, as long as the weight is the same, the quantity will naturally be the same.

By the way, not only are the portions of what Wu Hai mentioned are the same, but the noodles and shredded chicken are also the same.

However, after Yuan Zhou's confident answer to the act of licking the plate, all the diners in the store did the same thing in unison.

That is to give this practice to others, and you can't make a fool of yourself, right?

Therefore, after finishing their breakfast today, the diners all started doing another thing, which was to lick their plates in various postures.

After seeing what happened, Yuan Zhou couldn't help but sigh: "It's all Wuhai's cancer that has ruined this generation of diners."

The atmosphere in Yuanzhou's shop was harmonious. When the new breakfast chicken shredded cold noodles became lively, on the other side, Mr. Ling Xiaoliu and Ling encountered many difficulties.

Mr. Ling has been out since he finished the funeral of Uncle Jia, and he only brought an assistant and driver with him.

The assistant and driver is called Wang Dong. He is a middle-aged man about forty years old. He looks stable and reliable. He is holding information in his hand and talking to Mr. Ling who is standing next to a residential building.

"Master Ling's village was demolished twenty years ago. The people who used to live here have all moved away. Now they are all employees of the steel mill." Wang Dong said cautiously.

Don't be careful, Mr. Ling doesn't look very good. After all, no one will be happy after running away for nothing this week.

"Then no one has entered this steelmaking plant?" Mr. Ling frowned, and the wrinkles on his forehead became even thicker.

"Yes, all workers live in this staff dormitory. This address used to be a village, and there were very few people working in the factory." Wang Dong replied seriously.

"Since there is, it means there is still hope of finding it. Let's check again." Mr. Ling waved his hand.

"Okay, but what should you do?" Wang Dong nodded, but he did not leave.

"I'll go in and ask around." Mr. Ling said, pointing to the relaxing area downstairs.

"Then I'll accompany you in." Wang Dong said.

"No, you go and find out who was from this village before.

I still live here and know Lin Yuan. "Mr. Ling said.

"No, I can't leave you alone." Wang Dong immediately shook his head and refused.

"You are so young and worry so much." Mr. Ling frowned and said with dissatisfaction.

"You also know that Mr. Ling Hong was originally going to accompany you, but now that I'm here, I can't leave you alone." Wang Dong shook his head and said seriously.

"And this matter of searching for information can be left to Xiao Liu. He is better at finding information than me." Wang Dong continued.

"Okay, there's a lot to talk about. Then you call us first to make arrangements and we'll go there." Mr. Ling was helpless at Wang Dong's persistence and could only say impatiently.

"Okay, Mr. Ling, please wait a moment, I'll call right away." Wang Dong breathed a sigh of relief when Mr. Ling agreed, took two steps back and started to make a call.

But Mr. Ling kept his promise and didn't move from where he was, just looking at the old men and women in front of the small building.

The people there looked very comfortable. There were people setting up tables at the stairs to play mahjong, others sitting by old fitness equipment chatting, and two people with gray hair playing chess.

"I wonder if he is in there." Mr. Ling thought to himself.

Wang Dong was still very efficient in doing things. He stated his requirements in a concise language, then hung up the phone and came to Mr. Ling's side.

"Master Ling can come over," Wang Dong said.

"Well, just watch from the side and I'll ask." Mr. Ling said as he walked.

"Okay." Wang Dong nodded.

As long as he is with you, Wang Dong doesn't mind.

There was no other way. Before leaving, Ling Hong and Mr. Ling's sons and daughters all told him that he would do whatever he could, and Mr. Ling could do whatever he wanted to do as long as it did not endanger his health.

Mr. Ling is quite old and even uses a cane recently, so they can't help but worry.

Even the most heartless Ling Hong calls Mr. Ling every day to ask about the situation.

This is rare. After all, the former Ling Hong and Wang Dong knew that it was very difficult to ask him to come back for dinner. Although he didn't do anything bad, he was floating outside every day.

Wang Dong followed Mr. Ling, listening to his conversations and inquiries one by one, thinking randomly in his mind, but his eyes never left Mr. Ling.

Mr. Ling asked the old people in the small courtyard one by one, but still found nothing.

"Mr. Ling, please take a rest and look for Xiao Liu's information later." Wang Dong said.

"Take a break. You just have to take a break after doing such a little thing. Captain Jia never takes a break." Mr. Ling said in a serious tone.

Wang Dong didn't speak at this time. After waiting for a long time to see Mr. Ling calm down, he cautiously said: "Actually, you don't have to come in person, we can also find someone."

"No need. Captain Jia has been searching from south to north for so many years on his own on a tricycle. How can the car I ride in be weaker than him." Mr. Ling waved his hand impatiently.

Yes, Mr. Ling is now taking over Uncle Jia's job of finding people. In fact, there are only two people left on the list.

Uncle Jia was looking for the families of those soldiers who had died. Because of the age, the families and birthplaces of the martyrs could not be found, so many soldiers were buried in the martyrs cemetery.

Uncle Jia was looking for the family members of the martyrs in his class and told them the address where their children, husbands and fathers now rest.

Over the years, Uncle Jia has traveled almost all over China, and it was only in the past ten years that he returned to Chengdu.

These things were all found by Mr. Ling when he was packing up Uncle Jia's belongings. They were all recorded in an old cowhide book. There were only two names on it and the words "not found" were written below.

Therefore, after the funeral, Mr. Lin did not stay for a minute. Based on the last clues left by Uncle Jia, he found this place hundreds of miles away from Rongcheng.

There will always be someone to do whatever is left unfinished.

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