Chapter 1158 Handmade Tableware
Yuanzhou looked at the pages of comments carefully, and then carefully opened the various functions of the evaluation network.
"They did really well." Yuan Zhou's face softened and he smiled.
The more Yuan Zhou looked at it, the more he admired it in his heart. Jiang Changxi, Ling Hong, and Wu Hai made the proposal, they made the plan, and it was Yu Chu who implemented it, and he really just played a role as a sign.
"It seems I have to work hard." Yuan Zhou put down his phone and made a decision in his mind, then picked up a kitchen knife and sat in the kitchen to start carving.
It's just that now the materials used by Yuan Zhou to practice carving have long been replaced by non-food materials, which are all wood, bamboo, stones and the like.
"Fortunately, this is a miraculous kitchen knife, otherwise I wouldn't dare to do this." Yuan Zhou touched the kitchen knife gently and sighed in his heart.
It's not like other kitchen knives would have become chipped if they were used like this, but this miracle kitchen knife would still be as sharp as new as long as it was sharpened twice a day.
Yuanzhou was immersed in carving and couldn't help himself. When it was time to go to bed, there were already a lot of dinner plates and utensils piled up around him.
Tomorrow he will prepare to replace the tableware in the restaurant with his carved ones. I believe all the diners will be surprised.
Speaking of which, Yuanzhou is really awesome. Not only does he have to make his own ingredients, but now he even makes his own tableware.
Over the course of one night, Yuanzhou felt that his carving skills had improved again, and he washed up and went to bed with satisfaction.
In the morning, Yin Ya still didn't come during breakfast time. She probably slept in, but after breakfast, Yuan Zhou was still distracted and thought about the possibility that he had a serious cold.
In the end, after studying nutrition and breeding on his own for a year and a half, it turned out that this might not be a big deal. After having this idea, Yuanzhou started sculpting it seriously after simmering Shuangbai soup.
"Master, what are you talking about?" Cheng Ying asked curiously.
This was the first time that Cheng Ying saw Yuan Zhou turning on the stove after closing his business.
"Double white soup." Yuanzhou fiddled with the carving materials without raising his head.
"What is Shuangbai Soup?" Cheng Ying thought carefully about the types of soup she knew and expressed that she knew nothing about it.
"It's for treating colds," Yuan Zhou said.
"Master, have you caught a cold?" Cheng Ying nervously began to circle in front of Yuan Zhou, constantly observing what was different about Yuan Zhou.
"It's not me." Yuan Zhou looked up and felt helpless as he looked at Cheng Ying, who was dangling in front of him like a rabbit.
"That's good. If my dad knows you have a cold, he won't beat me to death." Cheng Ying patted her chest and breathed a sigh of relief.
"No, cold is a natural physical phenomenon." Yuanzhou said solemnly.
"I know, but my dad wouldn't think so." Cheng Ying stuck out her tongue and complained softly.
Yuanzhou didn't say much, picked up the knife and started to practice.
"Wait a minute, Master, I seem to have never seen you eat before. When will you eat?" Cheng Ying suddenly asked out of curiosity.
Cheng Ying's father is a chef himself. She knows that many chefs work hungry, but they usually only eat at two times. One is to eat brunch before lunch and work, and the other is to eat after the meal time. , but she never saw Yuan Zhou eating.
"Sometimes it's early, sometimes it's late, it's not normal." Yuan Zhou said calmly.
"Be careful of your stomachache." Cheng Ying said cautiously.
"No." Yuanzhou said firmly.
Yuan Zhou said this with confidence, because his eating time has never been fixed. He eats whenever he is hungry. Of course, he must eat after working hours.
But even so, his stomach is still strong now, even better than before.
Seeing that Yuan Zhou was so sure, Cheng Ying didn't say anything more, but secretly made up her mind to start supervising Yuan Zhou's meals.
"I'm so cute. I shouldn't be beaten to death if I supervise his meals in front of my master every day." Cheng Ying raised her hand and pinched her face, feeling a little unsure.
While Cheng Ying was thinking wildly and Yuan Zhou was carving seriously, a faint aroma emerged from the double white soup in the pot.
"It smells so good." Cheng Ying wrinkled her nose.
He smelled it vigorously and then said with emotion: "Master is Master, even if I make a medicinal diet, there is no medicinal smell, only fragrance. I want to try it."
However, Cheng Ying's praise could not be heard by Yuan Zhou, because he was concentrating on carving.
The time in the morning always feels very short, but Yuan Zhou has only been carving for an hour and a half, that is, at half past nine, there is a sound of high heels hitting the ground from far to near.
Hearing this voice, Yuanzhou, who was about to change his carving equipment, stopped instantly and looked up.
The owner of the sound of high heels from far to near is Yin Ya.
Perhaps because of her rest, Yin Ya was dressed much more casually and fairy-like today than yesterday.
Wearing a knee-length sleeveless dress with pure white embroidery tied around the waist, a pair of white high-heeled sandals on her feet, her long hair was tied into a ponytail, and the tail was curly. She lost her usual sense of professionalism and looked more elegant and playful. many.
When Yin Ya walked around, the tail of her hair swayed slightly, and the edge of her skirt gently turned up with beautiful flowers.
"Wow, sister Ya is so beautiful today." Cheng Ying was the first to come forward and praise her.
"Thank you." Yin Ya glanced at Yuan Zhou, then reached out and smoothed the hair around her ears.
"The soup is ready." Yuan Zhou stood up and said directly.
"Yeah." Yin Ya nodded.
"So the double white soup made by Master is for Sister Ya? Sister Ya, do you have a cold?" Cheng Ying looked at the rosy-faced Yin Ya and felt a little puzzled.
"No." Yin Ya bit her back teeth, feeling helpless.
"I understand." Cheng Ying suddenly realized it, and then immediately turned to Yuan Zhou and said, "Master, I'm going back for lunch first, and I'll come back in the afternoon."
After Cheng Ying finished speaking, she blinked and pursed her lips at Yuan Zhou in Yin Ya's direction, but Yuan Zhou lowered his head and straightened the carving material and didn't see it.
"So early today?" Yuan Zhou raised his head after hearing this.
"Yes, early today." After Cheng Ying said that, she immediately waved and walked quickly.
"This girl." Yuan Zhou sighed, and then watched the person skip away.
"Maybe it's early for dinner at her house today," Yin Ya said.
"Maybe, come in and have some soup." Yuan Zhou said, turning sideways to let Yin Ya in.
The door of Yuanzhou's shop is always small. It is more than enough for one person to pass through, but two people can only squeeze through.
Although Yuan Zhou and Yin Ya were not side by side, because Yuan Zhou was standing at the door, even though they were sideways, they still brushed against each other when Yin Ya entered.
Yin Ya's bare white and tender arm brushed against Yuan Zhou's strong forearm. Yuan Zhou stepped back before he could think of anything else. On the other hand, Yin Ya's face rose with a pink color and she pursed her lips and walked into the shop.
"You sit down first and I'll serve it for you." Yuanzhou said and opened the partition and walked into the kitchen.
Yin Ya's face was a little red, and just when she was about to say something, a rush of footsteps, as if on fire, rushed into the shop.
"Compass, what are you making delicious food behind my back? They say there are things like experimental products, so I can come. Yin Ya is a girl." The person who came was none other than the one who smelled the faint aroma of green onions. Wuhai.
Damn it, this dog, this dog’s nose…
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