Chapter 1685 Postcard
Yeah, sister, I know, thank you sister. "The little girl stood at the foot of the wall and did not move, but she thanked her very seriously.
"You're welcome, I have to leave. When can you come over tomorrow?" Yin Ya didn't plan to stay any longer, otherwise it would be too obvious.
"Is this time okay?" the little girl thought for a second and said cautiously.
"Of course, I basically get off work at this time every day." Yin Ya nodded quickly and responded.
"Thank you, sister." The little girl bowed to Yin Ya again.
"Okay, you're welcome." Xu knew that the little girl would still thank him, so Yin Ya left quickly after saying this.
It really looks like it's just here to throw away trash.
Watching Yin Ya walk away, the little girl stood up and quickly walked over to pick up the cardboard box.
The little girl was very thin and not very tall. Yin Ya looked a bit big in the little girl's arms when she held a cardboard box of just the right size. However, the little girl looked happy, especially when she saw that there were many dry things in the box. When I picked up the clean drink bottle, my smile became even wider.
"Boom!" There was a sound of footsteps, and the long gray hair floated in the air. The little girl was even more happy when she saw the figure running over.
"Noodle Soup, you're here." The little girl immediately squatted down and took out a brand new ham sausage from her backpack.
"Woof woof." Nian Tang tilted his head towards the little girl and called out, as if he was replying.
"Look, this is the cardboard box that sister Yin Ya gave me today." The little girl pointed to the cardboard box on the side.
"There are a lot more this time, and there are bottles inside." The little girl said while opening the ham sausage and pointing at the noodle soup.
"I think Sister Yin Ya and Uncle Yuan Zhou are a good match. They are both very, very good, very good people." The little girl continued to talk, using several words of "very good" to describe them.
Obviously, it can be heard from the little girl's words that she knows Yin Ya, which means that she has been picking up garbage on Taoxi Road for a long time.
After all, who would not know Yuan Zhou and Yin Ya if they came to Taoxi Road a few more times.
Yuan Zhou knew nothing about what was going on here. He was busy making dinner.
Yin Ya drove home with a smile on her face, quickly washed up, changed clothes, put on makeup again and went out.
She had agreed to have dinner with Yuan Zhou tonight, so she naturally had to be more serious.
Yuan Zhou on the other side also did the same thing, which was to wash up and change clothes.
Speaking of which, the two have been together for so long, and they still take every date with the same seriousness and attention.
Therefore, this evening date was naturally extremely smooth and warm. Even with the friendly teasing from the drinkers on the second floor, the two of them had a great time.
Well, during this period, Wu Hai thought about going downstairs to eat secretly countless times, so I won’t mention it. After all, Wu Hai was afraid that if he really went downstairs to eat secretly, Yuan Zhou would cook it.
After the dinner date, Yuanzhou saw Yin Ya out and watched her drive away. After she sent a message when she got home, Yuanzhou could happily read ancient books with peace of mind.
This ancient book is the one about ancient ingredients that Zong Mo sent.
After reading a book, waiting for the tavern to close, and watching Mao Yeguan leave and get on the last bus, Yuan Zhou washed up and went to sleep again.
Of course, during this period, I didn’t forget to call Qin Kaili and ask her to invite Oishi Xiujie to come over tomorrow for guidance.
This time is the same as Ke Sen's, from 2:30 to 4:30 in the afternoon, a total of two hours.
The night passed quickly. Yuanzhou got up and washed as usual and went out for a morning run. However, Oishi Xiujie, who was invited to give guidance in the afternoon, had actually arrived in the morning.
But he didn't dare to disturb Yuan Zhou. He just walked around Taoxi Road and never approached Yuan Zhou's shop.
Yuanzhou naturally would not favor one thing over another. Before going to bed and last night, he carefully sorted out the content that needed guidance today.
Yuanzhou even did more preliminary preparation work than Guizhou cuisine because he had not yet received system rewards for Japanese cuisine.
Even Japanese-style knives, Yuanzhou prepared two sets. After the results of the Youth Kitchen Association came out, Yuanzhou asked someone to bring them back from Japan in advance.
Just to be able to better guide Oishi Xiujie.
Although it is said that one method can solve all problems, preparation work is still indispensable.
No, Yuanzhou took advantage of the time after breakfast to practice carving with Japanese knives, so as to become familiar with Japanese knives again.
In fact, the difference between Japanese knives and Chinese knives is not very big, but Yuanzhou is always so rigorous and serious when switching to a new knife.
At the end of August, even though it was already the beginning of autumn, the sun in Chengdu was as fierce as ever. It was only just before nine o'clock, and the sun was already rising high.
Fortunately, the tall building in front was blocking it, leaving a small shady spot at the entrance of Yuanzhou's store.
Yuanzhou quickly moved out the chairs, shelves, ingredients, etc., and then took the new knife to prepare for practice.
But at this time, someone shouted from a distance: "Boss Yuan, Boss Yuan has your letter."
Since everyone on Taoxi Road has mail from a street store, the courier will deliver it door to door, and he will also shout like this to prevent everyone from being busy and not seeing him.
The courier boy who came this time was wearing the postal service's signature green clothes and had a slightly dark complexion. He walked through the crowd of onlookers and walked to the door of Yuanzhou's store.
"Boss Yuan, here is your mail." The courier boy said, holding up an EMS envelope.
"Okay, thank you." Yuan Zhou nodded.
"You're welcome." The courier boy looked at Yuan Zhou curiously and then handed over the envelope.
Yuan Zhou took it with both hands, signed for it and thanked him again before the courier boy left.
Obviously the courier boy was also a little curious about Yuan Zhou, but of course work was still important, so he continued to deliver the courier with a big bag on his back.
Yuan Zhou lowered his head and glanced at the text on the parcel and the shipping address in Chinese and English.
"Turkey?" Yuan Zhou pondered, and then thought to himself: "It's probably Ling Hong, a rich local man. It's so thin that it's probably a postcard."
Yuanzhou pinched the document bag, and he had a certain understanding of the opposite. It was not enough for someone to show affection by posting on WeChat Moments, and they also had to send postcards.
Taking the express delivery, Yuan Zhou turned around and returned to the shop, preparing to put the express delivery down and come out for engraving.
Of course, Yuanzhou did not forget to send a message to Ling Hong saying that he had received the express delivery.
During this period, the tourists, diners and passers-by who were waiting outside to view Yuan Zhou's sculptures kept quiet or discussed in low voices. Everyone invariably kept the volume at a level that would not disturb Yuan Zhou.
This impressed Dashi Xiujie, who was preparing to see Yuanzhou's carvings on the spot.
"He is worthy of being called the Grand Master of the Empire. Chef Yuan is really amazing. Everyone is so orderly." Oishi Xiujie thought to himself.
"I must record this too." With this thought in mind, Oishi Xiujie took out his small notebook and began to record it.
As long as Japanese doesn't write hiragana, katakana, etc., it's not much different from Chinese, so you can vaguely see words recorded in the notebook about impressing everyone with your master-level cooking skills.
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