Chapter 1150 Photos

Yuanzhou was very restrained and just made some gestures when receiving it. Then he suppressed his desire to experiment and began to prepare the ingredients without any distractions.

The ingredients were cut into suitable sizes quickly in Yuan Zhou's hands as always. Yuan Zhou still used familiar knife techniques when carving large pieces of ingredients.

He did not use the carving work he had just obtained. This was Yuan Zhou's habit. He was used to making it for diners only after thoroughly mastering it.

After finishing lunch calmly, Yuanzhou did not drive Cheng Ying away this time, but immediately began to move tables and chairs to prepare for carving.

"Master, let me do it, leave it to me." Cheng Ying said immediately.

"No need." Yuan Zhou refused.

"Master, you can go wash up first, and then come down and start carving directly. Wouldn't this save a lot of time?" Cheng Ying said rationally.

"That's so troublesome." Yuan Zhou thought for a second and then said.

"No trouble, this is the master I should be." Cheng Ying immediately ran to the yard to find tables and chairs.

Yuanzhou felt relieved because this was not Cheng Ying's first time moving tables and chairs, and the most important thing was that the tables and chairs were not heavy.

Yuan Zhou went upstairs to wash up faster than usual, and came downstairs in about six minutes, but this time there was still some water dripping on his hair.

Just when Yuan Zhou walked to the kitchen cabinet and was about to open it to get the carving materials prepared by the system, the cell phone on the table suddenly rang loudly.

"Ding ding, ding, ding, ding." The phone vibrated on the table as it rang.

Yuan Zhou frowned slightly, not wanting to accept it. After all, he was busy carving.

"Master's phone number." Cheng Ying reminded in a low voice.

"Yes." Yuan Zhou took two steps forward and picked up his phone.

The mobile phone page displayed a series of unknown mobile phone numbers, and Yuan Zhou didn't want to answer it now.

But the cell phone kept ringing.

"Hello, Yuan Zhou." Yuan Zhou answered the phone and said simply and clearly.

"Hello, Mr. Yuan, I'm Zhong Lili." A familiar female voice came from the other end of the phone.

"What's going on?" Yuan Zhou said.

"It's like this. The Three Provinces Country Chef Competition is preparing to open. Now we need a full-body photo of the sponsor, Mr. Yuan, to enlarge it and make a portrait version." Zhong Lili knew Yuan Zhou's character and stated her purpose straightforwardly.

"When do you want it?" Yuan Zhou thought for a second and then asked.

"Of course, I hope Mr. Yuan can do it as soon as possible, within a week, do you think that's okay?" Zhong Lili said.

"Okay." Yuan Zhou responded.

"I will pick it up at your store at 9:30 in the morning a week later." Zhong Lili said.

"How many portraits will be made of this portrait?" Yuan Zhou suddenly asked.

"At that time, every competition venue will be on display. There are a lot of them. The details are not yet complete. You will be introduced as the sponsor." Zhong Lili said.

"Yeah, very good." Yuan Zhou said.

"Okay, then I won't disturb Mr. Yuan. I'll see you next week," Zhong Lili said.

"Goodbye." Yuan Zhou said and hung up the phone naturally.

On the other side, Zhong Lili looked helpless as she quickly hung up the phone. After staring at the phone for a while, she could only put it down and continue working.

However, after Yuan Zhou hung up the phone, he knelt down to look for materials again. Cheng Ying on the other side scratched her head and ears curiously, but did not ask any questions.

After all, Yuan Zhou didn't tell her, so she didn't dare to ask. This was one of the rules given to her by Technician Cheng.

Instead, Yuanzhou piled the bamboo tubes, cork and other materials he took out back into the cabinet, stood up, picked up his cell phone and started to make a call.

This time when Yuan Zhou made the call, he walked out of the back door of the kitchen and stood in the alley.

The call was quickly connected, and a sweet female voice came from inside.

"Hello, Mr. Yuan." The female voice greeted sweetly.

"I want custom-made clothes." Yuan Zhou said simply and clearly.

"Okay, what are your requirements?" the female voice said.

"The size remains the same. There are five sets for various formal occasions, matching ones." Yuan Zhou said.

"Okay, are there any color requirements?" The sound of the tip of a pen rubbing against paper came from the microphone. I guess I was taking notes while listening.

"There is no requirement, but those occasions are all festive occasions." Yuan Zhou emphasized.

"We will follow your request, Mr. Yuan, don't worry." The female voice said solemnly.

"I need it within five days." Yuan Zhou requested.

"Okay, as usual, I will deliver it to your door on time." For such an urgent time, the person on the other end of the phone did not have any doubts and responded directly.

There is really no doubt, because the shop Yuan Zhou called was the shop that had been custom-making Hanfu for him. Since Yuan Zhou became famous, the business of that shop has increased rapidly, and the number of people who come to customize Hanfu has tripled compared with before.

And not only because of the celebrity effect, but also because Yuan Zhou's dresses are so expensive that their Hanfu studio always stocks fabrics with Yuan Zhou's favorite patterns and hand-made fabrics, all of which are prepared for Yuan Zhou.

Yuan Zhou has long been the number one VIP in their store. After all, they are willing to make Hanfu for Yuan Zhou for free. It should be said that not only they are willing, but other Hanfu studios and shops are also willing.

What's more, Yuanzhou paid a lot.

"Trouble." Yuan Zhou didn't care about this. After saying that, he hung up the phone just like before.

"Now that we have clothes, all that's left is to take pictures." Yuan Zhou touched his forehead and thought seriously.

"For such a formal occasion, those photos will definitely not work. Let's find a reliable photographer to take the photos again." Yuan Zhou automatically ignored the pile of photos on his computer.

These photos were all taken by people who came to take photos and interviews. It should be said that every photo is quite formal.

"But who should I ask to take this photo?" Yuan Zhou's mind recalled the photo studio where ID photos were taken before.

"Forget it, I definitely won't be able to capture the solemn feeling I want there. After all, I'm facing so many chefs, and I have to make a portrait version. I can't be careless." Yuan Zhou immediately shook his head and rejected the idea.

Yuan Zhou had never thought about going to those photo studios to take photos. If there was no reliable person to introduce him, most photo studios would be a scam.

While thinking about this, Yuanzhou had already entered the shop again, took the ingredients to the door and prepared to carve.

As soon as I walked outside, I found that Taoxi Road was quite lively now, because the three people who just passed by said hello to Yuan Zhou.

"Boss Yuan is carving." The policemen who had just passed by were the policemen who had been here twice. They walked together and greeted Yuan Zhou when they saw him.

"Xiao Yuan is really working hard and is still practicing his sword skills." The person who spoke was the director of the subdistrict office.

Yuan Zhou nodded in response to these people.

After others walked over, Yuanzhou remembered what day it was today. It was the day when Huang Ling and her brother were moving.

"I hope they will like my gift." Yuan Zhou watched the familiar people walking towards Huang Ling's house.

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