Chapter 1602 Soy Milk Fritters

The four of them didn't have dog noses like Wu Hai, so the four of them couldn't smell anything. It wasn't until Zhou Jia arrived and asked people to take orders and wait for food that the four of them cautiously looked into the store.

In the store, Yuan Zhou was dressed neatly in Hanfu. He lowered his head and stirred a large pot carefully. From outside, he could see the curling white smoke rising.

The four of them remembered that when they checked information about Yuanzhou's shop again last night, the diners' descriptions of the food in the shop made them feel hungry and a little painful.

At this moment, Zhou Jia's heavenly voice remembered: "Please invite the sixteen diners in front to come in for dinner."

Zhou Jia's voice was clear and resonant, but to the ears of the four of them, it was like the sound of nature. The four of them held back their excitement and eager pace, and carefully followed Wu Hai into the store.

Wu Hai, who was being followed like this, looked back at the four of them warily, as if he was assessing their danger level.

About five seconds later, Wu Hai turned around and said to Yuan Zhou accurately: "How much does it cost for breakfast?"

Yes, now Wu Hai doesn't even ask Yuan Zhou what breakfast is, but directly asks how much it costs, which is faster.

"One hundred and forty-eight copies." Yuan Zhou said simply.

"Okay, the transfer has been made." Wu Hai shook his phone and then sat down directly.

At the same time, he did not forget to say: "Actually, I can directly transfer one million to you, so that I don't have to pay every day."

Yuan Zhou ignored Wu Hai's words and turned around to pick up fried dough sticks. It wasn't until Wu Hai mumbled about how much time he would miss tasting delicious food every day that Yuan Zhou said, "Cold or hot."

"I want a cold cup and a hot cup." Ever since Mengmeng opened up the difference between set meals and non-set meals, Wu Hai always embodies the adult's style of doing things every time he has a choice, which is to take both.

However, Yuanzhou would never give him this opportunity: "One bowl per person."

"Okay, then let's have ice. Forget it, let's have something hot." Wu Hai subconsciously wanted to order something ice, but thinking of the stomach problem that Zheng Jiawei talked about every day, he changed it to hot soy milk.

"Please wait a moment." After Yuan Zhou finished speaking, he lowered his head and went to make soy milk.

On the other side, Hao Cheng and the other four people were very unified. Two of them asked for hot soy milk, and the other two asked for iced soy milk, and they planned to exchange drinks for a while.

I forgot to mention that this soy milk fried dough sticks is a regular breakfast in Jiangsu and Zhejiang areas, so the four of them were very happy and lucky to hear this when they walked in.

It's better to come early than to come by chance.

After ordering their food, the four of them started staring at Yuan Zhou.

There were two huge containers in the open kitchen. The white smoke in one of them was obviously hot soy milk, while the other one could clearly see the milky white soy milk in the pot with Hao Cheng's 1.5 eyesight.

"Everyone pour some out before everyone drinks." Hao Cheng looked away and said seriously to the three people beside him.

"I know, pour it out first and then drink your own." Wang Qiang was the first to respond.

"I understand, otherwise I would be really afraid that I would drink it all in one gulp." Liu Li said, touching his fat belly.

"Although I'm very confident in my self-control, I think it's better to follow what you said, Chef Hao." Huang Fei naturally took out the portable silicone bowl he had prepared in advance.

That's right, these four people had agreed before they came that no matter what dish or meal it is, it needs to be served in each other's silicone bowls before eating, so as to avoid the situation of eating it directly when they are happy.

You must know that they have done a lot of homework before coming here, and such tragic things happened not only once or twice, but there is a chef on the Internet who ate a dish for three consecutive weeks without any taste, because it was completely delicious as soon as he entered it. Forgot to ponder and taste.

It was a lesson learned from the past, so Hao Cheng reminded him again.

Each of them even brought their own silicone portable bowls and purchased them together. The patterns on them were all the same "My Emperor". In order to prevent this situation, the four of them, Hao Cheng, worked really hard.

The four of them came here seriously to learn cooking skills, not just to eat.

That's right, at least that's what they think.

When Zhou Jia walked up to the four people with the tray, she found that they all had silicone bowls of different colors in front of them.

Sitting in rows, naked and fruity. Zhou Jia took care of himself and unconsciously thought of this sentence, the scene of four middle-aged men whose combined age was almost two hundred years old, sitting upright and waiting to eat.

Well, the picture was so beautiful that Zhou Jia said she didn't dare to think about it. Fortunately, she resisted the desire to complain with her excellent professionalism she had gained in Yuanzhou's store, and placed the soy milk and fried dough sticks for the four of them in front of them with a calm expression.

"The meals for the four of you are ready, please take your time." After Zhou Jia finished speaking, she put away the trays and went to work again.

"Thank you." Hao Cheng and the four of them thanked each other in unison, then lowered their heads to look at the food in front of them.

Among them, Hao Cheng left no trace. He quietly and carefully took a sip of the soybean fragrance coming from the soymilk in front of him, and then said seriously: "Come and share your soymilk."

After saying that, he first picked up the bowl and poured the hot soy milk in his bowl to the person next to him.

Hao Cheng ordered hot soy milk, the fat man next to him Liu Lize ordered iced soy milk, then Wang Qiang also ordered hot soy milk, and young Huang Fei ordered iced soy milk.

The four of them thought about it when ordering, so that the four of them could take turns and get the same soy milk.

The portable silicone bowl is not big. The bottom is only the size of a girl's hand, the height is only half a palm high, and the diameter is only ten centimeters. Such a bowl is really not big.

Even though diners unanimously complained about the extremely small portions of the dishes at Yuanzhou's restaurant, in fact, the soy milk served can still fill two and a half bowls of such a silicone bowl.

However, the four of them, Hao Cheng, only poured half a bowl of soy milk for each other, and the amount they poured was surprisingly consistent.

"There's no need to divide the fried dough sticks. I think everyone's are the same." Liu Li said.

"Well, let's not separate the fried dough sticks for now, let's start eating." Hao Cheng nodded.

"Eat, eat," Wang Qiang said.

Huang Fei was indeed the youngest among the four, so he also had the fastest hand speed. He directly picked up the bowl and started drinking.

Huang Fei was born into a family with cooking skills. Although his ancestors had never served as royal chefs, they had always been cooks in the homes of major salt merchants in Lianghuai and Huaihe. It is easy to imagine that he had a family background.

When he first heard about Yuan Zhou, Huang Fei didn't say it on his face, but he was unconvinced in his heart. He was only thirty-four years old, but he was already ranked first in Huaiyang cuisine in terms of cooking skills, knife skills, and overall chef accomplishments. He is a famous chef, and it is not an exaggeration to call him a genius for this achievement.

But when his master was his father, and the older generation around him highly praised Yuan Zhou, and some even said that Yuan Zhou's cooking skills surpassed his own, Huang Fei began to take Yuan Zhou seriously and even regarded him as a rival.

But before Huang Fei found the opportunity to challenge Yuan Zhou, the news came that Yuan Zhou's personal cooking exhibition shocked the entire Southeast Asia and received the highest score in the history of personal cooking exhibitions.

Can't afford to offend, can't afford to offend, was Huang Fei's first feeling in his heart.

At that time, Huang Fei specially found a video to watch Yuan Zhou's performance at the personal cooking exhibition. Even with the most critical eye, Huang Fei could only find out that Yuan Zhou was not wearing chef uniforms, but Hanfu. .

As good as it is, even if you have a problem with Yuan Zhou, you have to admit it.

Moreover, after Yuan Zhou became famous, he dressed in Hanfu and cooked, which even became Yuan Zhou's personal label.

This is true. As long as your craftsmanship is solid, even if it is insufficient, you will become a craftsman who is talked about by the world.

Under such circumstances, when Huang Fei heard about Hao Cheng's plan, he followed it without hesitation.

"I want to see how this ordinary bowl of soy milk will change in your hands, Chef Yuan." Huang Fei took a sip of the soy milk with this mood.

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