Chapter 1126 Crayfish Who Loves to Hear Compliments

Technician Cheng hurried home with his head on fire. When he passed by the fruit shop, he actually bought durian.

However, the technician bought not a gold pillow but a more delicious Musang King durian, in an attempt to bribe his wife.

Of course, he bought two obediently. One was already cooked and could be eaten immediately, while the other needed to be stored for two days before eating.

On the other side of the store, Yuan Zhou was sitting quietly on a chair in his kitchen, resting.

"This crayfish is really popular." Yuan Zhou tapped his right arm with his left hand and sighed.

Yes, Yuan Zhou's hands were a little sore, or he was a little tired.

"Take a break and go see the new crayfish." Yuan Zhou sat in his seat without moving, arranging things in his mind for a while.

About five minutes later, Yuan Zhou stood up, opened the partition, and walked into the courtyard of the tavern.

"Fortunately, the system is quite user-friendly, otherwise it would be impossible to eat crayfish every day." Yuan Zhou thought to himself.

Yes, the system is indeed very user-friendly. The crayfish provided for the first time need Yuan Zhou to carefully feed, change the water and spit out sand, but later he can provide crayfish that have finished spitting out sand.

Thinking about it, it is indeed a chef system. This is done so that Yuan Zhou can handle the crayfish by himself. When Yuan Zhou knows how to do it, the system starts to provide crayfish that have been spitted out. Sure enough, it is all to improve his cooking skills.

Yuan Zhou didn't care about this. As soon as he walked to the crayfish pool, he subconsciously picked up a book.

"Just reading a collection of poems." Yuan Zhou stood by the crayfish pond, holding a hard-covered book in his hand.

There is a row of large gilded characters on the cover: Three Hundred Poems of the Tang Dynasty, and there are also three small dots that say the hardcover version.

Yuan Zhou opened the collection of poems and started reading directly to the crayfish: "You come from your hometown, so you should know the things about your hometown. Will the winter plum blossoms bloom in front of the beautiful window tomorrow?"

"This poem talks about someone who has just come from the poet's hometown. He must know the people and the world in his hometown. So the poet asked him if he knew whether the wintersweet flower was blooming in front of the carved window of his home?" Yuan Not only did Zhou finish reading the poem, but he also read out the explanation carefully.

"Okay, now let's start the next one." Yuan Zhou looked at the crayfish in the pond, and then continued to read the next verse.

Yuan Zhou's voice is clear, the volume is moderate, and his movements are sophisticated. The book of poems in his hand has already turned halfway through the pages. It is obvious that he has been reading continuously for a long time.

This behavior is quite strange, reading poetry to the crayfish, and it started on the day when I got the crayfish ingredients from Yuan Zhou.

"I have no objection to this requiring me to be confident in feeding Tusha, but what does this collection of poems mean?" Yuan Zhou asked, pointing to a thick hardcover edition of Three Hundred Tang Poems on the edge of the pool.

System text: "According to experimental research, whether it is green plants or organisms, often hearing literary masterpieces or praises helps their growth."

"So." Yuan Zhou held the poetry collection and had a bad feeling in his heart.

The system now reads: "The host of this collection of poems can read it to the crayfish when changing the water and feeding them with sand every day, so that they can grow better and the meat will be more delicious."

"I have an idea." Yuan Zhou said.

However, the system did not reply, but Yuan Zhou did not care and continued: "Do you like to hear good things? In fact, I also like to hear them. How about the system praise me every day? Maybe my cooking skills will improve faster. progress."

The system now reads: "The food provided by this system is listened to poems and classical music every day. Those who need to be fed are fed by good-looking humans, so they have such delicious meat."

"...Okay, I'll read it." Yuan Zhou was very helpless, but after hearing the systematic explanation, he picked up the poetry collection and prepared to read it.

"However, you should consider my suggestion carefully. I am very serious." Yuan Zhou finally said.

Of course, the system didn't reply.

In fact, Yuanzhou really believed what the system said, so since he got Crayfish, Yuanzhou would spend some time reading poetry collections to them every day.

No, now even if he doesn't want him to feed Tusha, he will do it subconsciously.

Yuan Zhou believed in what the system said about listening to good things, so he went online to read the words that praised him to improve his cooking skills, not for anything else.

"Well, everything is to improve his cooking skills." After reading the poem, Yuan Zhou took out his mobile phone and started to read the news and comments from diners on the Internet that praised him.

Whether it was praising him for his good craftsmanship or praising him for being handsome, Yuan Zhou accepted them all, accepting everyone who came, and looked at them very seriously.

After he felt comfortable, Yuanzhou began to prepare carving exercises to consolidate his cooking skills as usual.

After dinner time, more diners came. This time Wu Hai came down ten minutes earlier than usual and finally regained the first place.

Because the dinner time is only two hours, the number of people eating is almost fixed, which makes the diners line up earlier.

However, because Yuanzhou has introduced crayfish, nearby shops have also launched crayfish to attract diners who have not eaten in Yuanzhou's small shops.

Therefore, the entire Taoxi Road has entered a period of population explosion again, with many people coming here just to eat crayfish.

At dinner time, Technician Cheng and Zhou Jia arrived at the store almost at the same time. As soon as they arrived, they started rushing to work.

Seeing how energetic and energetic Technician Cheng was, jumping up and down, I figured there was nothing wrong with him.

During the two-hour dinner time, the shop was as full as usual, with diners coming in in an endless stream.

And today, almost everyone who came in had a piece of crayfish in front of them.

"Fortunately, the shrimp shell system can recycle it, otherwise we would have to dump a lot of shrimp shells every day." After dinner time was over and all the diners left, Yuan Zhou stretched without leaving a trace.

"Okay, we're drinking tonight, so you can go home as well." Yuan Zhou looked at Technician Cheng who was still in the store and said.

"Okay, master." Technician Cheng had a smile on his chubby face, nodded, and was about to leave.

When Technician Cheng walked out of the store, Yuan Zhou went upstairs to get a garbage bag and prepared to throw out the garbage.

This habit was developed because of the old man who scavenged garbage in the past, and he still retains it, but now Yuan Zhou no longer throws away food, but instead throws away his own clearly defined household garbage.

Technician Cheng who went out didn't turn on the phone until he was far away from Yuanzhou's store and almost at the intersection.

Yes, Technician Cheng started to turn off his mobile phone at Yuanzhou’s store.

As soon as he opened it, a call came in. The word "wife" appeared on the screen. Technician Cheng sighed and answered the phone.

"Cheng Zhaomei, did you forget what I said this afternoon so quickly, and now you actually turn off your phone?" the female voice said in a sharp voice.

"Honey, I haven't forgotten." Technician Cheng's voice was a little tired.

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