Chapter 1081 Wind Blows Pants
[Book Title: The Food Supplier Chapter 1081 The Wind Blowing Underpants Author: The Cat Who Can Cook]
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Because of this, everyone went to Uncle Jia’s gravesite again after breakfast.
Naturally, Yuanzhou once again cooked a large table of delicious dishes and brought them to the grave. This time everyone ate together in front of Uncle Jia’s grave.
Just like when you're in the store.
Time passed quickly, and the weather got hotter in the blink of an eye. The most obvious thing is that the diners who are afraid of the heat have begun to wear short-sleeved shirts, while the female diners are wearing long and short skirts.
On the other hand, Yuan Zhou still wears the same Hanfu, but the fabric is made of light and breathable linen, but it still has long sleeves.
It's just that now when cooking, two arms with well-defined muscles will be exposed.
Because Yuan Zhou wore long sleeves and long pants whenever he was in the store, which made Technician Cheng, who was most afraid of the heat, very curious.
No, when lunch time was over, Technician Cheng didn't leave. He stood there politely and spoke angrily.
"Master Yuan, aren't you warm?" Technician Cheng asked curiously as he looked at Yuan Zhou's Hanfu wrapped up to his neck.
"A calm mind naturally cools down." Yuan Zhou replied naturally.
"Isn't this a word that was always used to deceive children before?" Technician Cheng muttered.
"No, it's true." Yuan Zhou said seriously.
"It's not hot in the store." Yuan Zhou looked at Technician Cheng who still wanted to speak, and said calmly.
"That's true, our store isn't hot at all, it's very cool. The key is that the coolness doesn't feel like it's coming from the air conditioner. It's natural." Technician Cheng touched his fat belly and said honestly.
"Yes, natural circulation refrigeration." Yuan Zhou nodded.
"It would be great if this technology could be used in the outside space, so there would be no need to sweat." Technician Cheng looked at the bright sun outside and said with lingering fear.
Yuanzhou glanced at Technician Cheng and said nothing.
"Master Yuan is laughing, it's because I'm too fat and I'm afraid of the heat." Technician Cheng said embarrassedly, touching his belly.
"Yeah." Yuan Zhou nodded and didn't say much.
Speaking of which, Yuan Zhou has been dressing very strangely recently, but no one knows about it.
Yuanzhou's current daily Hanfu is a shang, which is a top and a lower shang. The lower shang is in the form of a piece of cloth skirt.
Logically speaking, one should wear a pair of long pants underneath to prevent emergencies, but Yuan Zhou wore a pair of large pants underneath.
"This is convenient, comfortable and cool." Yuanzhou thought to himself.
As a chef, Yuan Zhou feels that he must ensure that he does not sweat or sweat less, so that he can seriously make the best dishes, even when carving, yes, this is all to improve his cooking skills .
Therefore, Yuanzhou didn't feel the coldness of the wind blowing his pants at all, so he opened the kitchen partition and prepared to sit outside to prepare carvings.
Yuan Zhou walked naturally and casually, and no one could tell that the serious and serious Yuan Zhou was wearing pants at all.
"Master Yuan is really amazing. He can actually wear such tight clothes and go out to practice carving." Technician Cheng felt deeply admired and ashamed.
Ashamed of his fear of heat, Technician Cheng immediately made up his mind to study Yuan Zhou seriously as he watched Yuan Zhou sit down seriously.
"Tap tap tap" Technician Cheng walked out of the door in two steps and decided to stand next to Yuan Zhou and watch Yuan Zhou's carvings. He didn't care about the hot sunshine after lunch.
"Aren't you going back today?" Yuan Zhou asked without looking back while fiddling with the carving tools.
"I won't go. I want to sit down and watch Master Yuan carve." Technician Cheng nodded resolutely and said seriously.
"Okay, let's start carving tofu today." Yuan Zhou nodded, then brought out a basin of water.
"Thank you, Master Yuan.
"Technician Cheng looked touched.
I shouldn't be impressed. Technician Cheng is very good at cooking, but he is not good at other aspects of carving.
Since he had seen tofu carving last time, he had only told Yuanzhou about it once, but now that Yuanzhou said he wanted to carve it, he would naturally show it to him.
Yuanzhou didn't say anything and took out two pieces of soft tofu he bought outside. One piece was about the size of an adult man's hand.
There are old skins on the upper and lower layers of tofu, and when you look at it from both sides, you can see the white and tender tofu.
This tofu is placed on the bamboo chopping board. It looks shaky, but it looks like very tender southern tofu.
On the other side, there are carrots, white radish and Soul Beauty radish, as well as some vegetables suitable for carving, and a twenty centimeter-sized ice cube, which is just slightly cool.
Yes, now Yuanzhou has not only bought radishes for carving, but also puts these ingredients on display in the longer afternoons.
Training his knife skills from soft to hard or from hard to soft is Yuan Zhou's purpose.
Just when Yuan Zhou was carefully observing the tofu and Technician Cheng was also staring at the tofu attentively, a loudspeaker sound suddenly rang on the street.
It was a very classic old song. The loudspeaker sang at the top of one's lungs, "The bitter sand blowing hurts the face, and it feels like a father scolding a mother. My mother's cry will never be forgotten. When I was young, I liked to be alone at the beach. Roll up." My pants are bare and my feet are stepping on the beach.”
Yuan Zhou frowned subconsciously. For Yuan Zhou, who had an amazing hearing, such a loud singing voice was like a magic sound penetrating his brain. The vibration instantly made his ears hurt and his head hurt.
"What the hell is this?" Technician Cheng couldn't help but look towards the place where the music was coming from.
Yuanzhou's store is located in the middle of Taoxi Road. The store's lunch time has just passed, but other stores are busy now, so there are still a lot of people on the street.
But Technician Cheng saw the noisy crowd at a glance because it was very conspicuous.
It was an old man with some gray hair, who looked to be in his fifties or sixties, pushing a wheelbarrow tricycle. Sitting on it was a middle-aged man with empty trousers and flabby arms. He looked like a disabled man.
With Yuan Zhou's eyesight, he could still see a standard piece of A4 paper sealed in plastic. On it was a slogan saying that the miners were killed and asked everyone to give charity.
Moreover, these two people stopped in front of every store. Without saying a word, they stopped in front of other people's stores, played loud music, and asked for money with a small paint bucket in their hands.
There was some odd money in it, and it looked like someone had given it to me before.
"How did this person get here?" Technician Cheng wondered.
"Do you know him?" Yuan Zhou asked.
"I have seen these two people on other streets before, but I didn't expect that they would come here today to ask for money." Technician Cheng frowned.
Before Yuan Zhou had time to answer, Technician Cheng immediately said, "Boss Yuan, please go in first and leave this matter to me."
"These two people look like liars and professional beggars. Such people will not leave without money. You go in and I will deal with it." Technician Cheng smoothed his short-sleeved undershirt and looked ready to deal with it by force. posture.
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