Chapter 1687 Showing Off Turns Into Tragedy

The mushy noodles were boiling in the iron pot, and Yuan Zhou kept cooking other dishes. Shu Xin, who was sitting in the corner, was waiting quietly. She didn't look at her phone, but looked carefully towards the kitchen from time to time. inside.

But Shu Xin was not tall, so she couldn't see the pot inside even if she was sitting on a high chair, and she sniffed hard but couldn't smell the aroma of battered noodles.

It should be said that she actually smelled nothing.

"I wonder if it will be the same as what I ate when I was a kid." Shu Xin was a little worried.

In fact, Shu Xin's worry was not that Yuan Zhou's food was not delicious or authentic, she was just worried that it was different from what she had eaten when she was a child.

Although this was Shu Xin's first visit to Yuanzhou's store, Yuanzhou's name was naturally well known to her in Chengdu.

Even though Shu Xin watched Yuan Zhou cooking from time to time, her behavior was not unexpected at all, because most of the diners present would do the same.

Twenty minutes passed quickly. Yuan Zhou took out a white porcelain bowl worth about two taels and put it directly on the tray. At the same time, he put chopsticks and white porcelain soup spoons on the tray.

Su Ruoyan, who was standing aside, quickly picked up the tray and came to Shu Xin.

"Please use your mushy noodles slowly." Su Ruoyan said as she took out the bowl and tableware and placed them in front of her.

"Thank you." Shu Xin whispered.

"You're welcome." After Su Ruoyan finished speaking, she took the tray and left directly.

Only then did Shu Xin look seriously at the bowl of mushy noodles in front of her.

A large white porcelain bowl that can be held in both hands. Beautiful and elegant flowers are painted on the outside. It looks very high-end.

Inside was a bowl of battered noodles, with a faint sheen of oil on the surface and finely chopped green cabbage leaves dotted in it.

With a little stirring, you can still see diced meat and brown diced mushrooms. With the stirring, a faint white gas comes out, and with it comes the unique aroma of battered noodles.

"It smells so good." Shu Xin smelled the fragrance and looked into the bowl and couldn't help but smile, but a tear fell from her eyes.

"Wow!" Shu Xin suddenly stood up and said to Yuan Zhou in the kitchen with courage: "Thank you, Boss Yuan, it smells good."

Shu Xin's voice was a little vague, and even Yuan Zhou didn't understand whether she meant it smelled very good or was very similar.

"Well, let's eat. It won't taste good if it's cold. If it's hot, here are new towels." Yuan Zhou didn't say much, but just handed over a new, white and clean towel.

"Thank you." Shu Xin became timid again at this time, lowered her head, took the towel and sat down quickly.

After sitting down for a while, Shu Xin finally calmed down. She carefully and discreetly glanced at the diners around her, and found that no one was paying attention to her. Then she straightened her back and sat farther away from the table.

After all, Shu Xin almost fell down on the table just now.

Holding the towel, Shu Xin felt warm in her heart. She lowered her head and wiped her face quickly, and then said to herself: "Sure enough, what the Internet said is right, Boss Yuan is really warm and straight. Fortunately, I didn't put on makeup. "

Although thinking like this, Shu Xin was very grateful to Yuan Zhou. After she calmed down, she felt much better when she looked at the mushy noodles in front of her.

"Grandma, I want to eat it." Shu Xin said secretly in her heart, and then picked up the spoon.

The spoon is also made of delicate white porcelain. Shu Xin holds a small handful in her hand. There is also a bright red peony painted in the middle of the spoon.

It makes this spoon look very magnificent.

But Shu Xin couldn't help but burst into laughter: "This spoon looks like the one I used when I was a kid."

No, the white porcelain spoons used when I was a child would have a flower in the middle of the spoon. I don’t know if it is a peony or a rose. It is very big and gaudy. Although the one in front of me is very delicate and rich, it does not affect Shu Xin’s thoughts about her childhood home. spoon.

Scoop up a spoonful of battered noodles. The thin and short noodles are mixed with a few green cabbage leaves and a few strands of egg skin. The aroma becomes more obvious when it reaches your mouth.

It has the aroma of noodles, fresh vegetable aroma, and egg flavor, which is rich and smoky.

Squinting her eyes slightly, Shu Xin stuffed it into her mouth. The mushy noodles were slightly warm in her mouth.

Not hot at all.

Shu Xin instantly thought of what her grandma said: "This temperature is just right so it's not too hot. Eat it and go to school."

"Why are grandma's sides so short?" Shu Xin asked.

"It's too short. Chew less. Eat it early and go to school." Grandma replied matter-of-factly.

The memory of the scene just flashed by, but the taste in the mouth was more real.

The short noodles are very soft and soak up the flavor of all the ingredients and soup, making the noodles very delicious.

Coupled with the crisp and refreshing chopped vegetables, the slightly flexible egg skin, and the bacon that is full of flavor when chewed, the whole taste is very salty.

"Xilihulu" Shu Xin, who was spooning and drinking, was no longer as cautious and cautious as when she first entered the store, but was more casual.

"It's delicious. Grandma and boss Yuan's cooking is better than yours." Shu Xin thought, but her mouth slowly slowed down.

Shu Xin began to eat slowly, but the bowl of mushy noodles was really not much, and it reached the bottom after a while.

But Shu Xin still used a spoon to carefully scrape the bottom of the bowl, and put down the spoon after finishing the soup at the bottom of the bowl.

"It's delicious." Shu Xin looked up suddenly, and then saw Boss Yuan who was busy in the kitchen. Then she realized that she was still in the store and immediately lowered her head.

After getting out of the high chair, Shu Xin raised her voice and said: "Thank you, Boss Yuan, for the delicious food. The towel will be washed and returned to you next time."

After saying that, he quickly walked out of the store and disappeared outside the door very quickly.

"Didn't you tell her that towels are the only free thing in the store?" Yuan Zhou asked with a rare smile.

"Boss, I haven't had time to say anything yet." Su Ruoyan said helplessly.

"Then tell her next time." After Yuan Zhou finished speaking, he continued cooking.

"Okay, boss." Su Ruoyan nodded in agreement.

"This young lady ran too fast." Su Ruoyan looked helplessly at the door and thought to herself.

This was just a small episode during the dinner, and it passed quickly. The rest of the dinner time was very peaceful. The two hours passed quickly. At least the diners were very satisfied.

But when the business hours came, everyone left with Yuan Zhou’s welcome to come back tomorrow.

When Su Ruoyan and Mao Ye were taking over the shift, Yuan Zhou went directly upstairs to wash up.

When Yuan Zhou went downstairs again, the drinkers of the tavern began to come in.

The first people to enter were two extremely difficult people to deal with. Naturally, these two people were Wang Hong and Fang Heng.

"Good evening." Yuan Zhou greeted.

"Good evening, Boss Yuan." Fang Heng greeted politely.

"Good evening, Boss Yuan." This energetic voice belonged to Wang Hong.

"It's rare to see you two drinking together." Yuan Zhou said.

"Hey, that's because I feel refreshed during happy events." Wang Hong said proudly immediately.

"Yes, this guy said he had something to tell me, or to show off, so he specially invited me to drink. Naturally, I would not go anywhere else, but here, Boss Yuan, I can only let him show off. ." Fang Heng spread his hands and said.

"I'm not showing off, I'm seeking truth from facts." Wang Hong said.

"Then tell me what it is." Fang Heng said, "Boss Yuan, you see he said he called me if he had something to do, but he kept it secret and didn't tell me."

"I don't know if I can listen." Yuan Zhou asked seriously.

Of course, Yuan Zhou said that he was definitely not curious about what could make Wang Hong invite Fang Heng to drink. He was trying to judge justice for the two children in front of him.

Originally, he wanted to whet Fang Heng's appetite, but when Yuan Zhou asked, Wang Hong simply said: "Of course, there are still twenty minutes until the pub time, so I will listen to Boss Yuan and have a good time with you, this poor guy. Tell me about the evil witch of Heavenly Cult."

"Thank you, Boss Yuan." Fang Heng was also a thief. He thanked Yuan Zhou directly and ignored Wang Hong at all.

But Wang Hong didn't care, and said proudly: "You know I'm a best-selling author now, right?"

"Uh-huh." Fang Heng snorted and said nothing more.

Yuanzhou nodded in a dignified manner, and then Wang Hong continued.

"As a best-selling author, I already have many fans. After the new book was released in the past two months, a very talented female fan joined me and gave me a lot of inspiration for the next book." Wang Hong said this Shi looked specifically at Fang Heng's expression.

After all, he and Fang Heng were originally single, but Fang Heng had been in a relationship, and because he had never been in a relationship, he was often laughed at by Fang Heng, saying that he was a straight man who didn't understand girls' hearts.

Therefore, Wang Hongcai specifically stated that she was a female fan and said that they communicated very well and were already friends. He wanted to see Fang Heng's reaction.

However, Fang Heng's reaction was no response, and even Yuan Zhou looked calm.

"We are friends now, and we have a very good relationship. I will invite her over when I prepare for the next book launch." Wang Hong emphasized.

"So?" Fang Heng said calmly: "You called me here just to prove that you have female readers?"

"There are no distinctions between men and women when reading books." Fang Heng said.

"Yes, diners are not distinguished by gender." Yuan Zhou spoke at the right time.

"Of course not." Wang Hong smiled and said again with a proud look on his face: "My friend is the female reader named Shao Yu. She sent me something yesterday."

"See, I have received gifts from readers. I am still a girl, so I am not a straight man." Wang Hong followed up.

"Congratulations, this is a good thing." Fang Heng said pertinently.

Even Yuan Zhou on the side nodded in approval.

Indeed, because Wang Hong didn't have many friends and was not sociable, it was natural for him to have a friend, Yuan Zhou and Fang Heng, as his friends.

"What did I give you? You are so happy that you want to treat me to a drink today." Fang Heng asked smoothly.

Fang Heng swore that when he asked, he really just said it casually and had no other meaning, but he didn't expect to hear the answer later.

"A bag of red beans." Wang Hong said simply.

"What?" Fang Heng looked at Wang Hong in confusion.

"It's just a bag of red beans. I suspect that Shao Yu must be taking the postgraduate entrance examination to see if I can cook, because I told her that I often come to Boss Yuan's place to eat, and she often said that she was worried that I would starve to death at home because I was writing a book and would not go out to eat." Wang Hong said with certainty.

"This logic is invincible." Fang Heng couldn't help but cover his face.

And Wang Hong continued: "So I directly cooked red bean porridge, took a photo and sent it to her. You know, I am a person who eats at the God of Cooking restaurant. How can I not be good at cooking?"

Fang Heng first gave up asking Wang Hong about the relationship between a bag of red beans and cooking. Now he was more worried that Wang Hong would lose his book friends again because he had a very bad premonition.

"Don't you think it's weird that people come all the way to send you red beans?" Fang Heng, as a man who has had girlfriends and understands girls' thoughts, asked as a reminder.

"No, I have received other food." Wang Hong shook his head.

"..." Fang Heng took a deep breath and said, "Is there anything weird about Hongdou?"

Wang Hong glanced at Fang Heng and said, "You are jealous that I have friends who send me food."

The tone was so sure that Fang Heng wanted to hit him, but Yuanzhou on the side thought about it carefully and felt that Wang Hong's words seemed to be okay, so he couldn't help but look at Fang Heng.

"Go away, Dad even had a girlfriend, so he still cares about your female friends?" Fang Heng waved his hand and said impatiently.

"I think you are just jealous, because I am now a best-selling author." Wang Hong said, "Don't worry, although you don't have any book friends, I can still treat you to a drink."

"What didn't the girl say when you received the red beans?" Fang Heng was helpless when he heard this and could only ask directly.

"No, although there are not many red beans, it is about half a catty, which is just enough to cook red bean porridge twice." Wang Hong said.

Fang Heng felt that his premonition was even worse.

"Then you really don't think this red bean is strange?" Fang Heng said, "Think carefully before you speak."

Wang Hong always had a victorious smile on his face, because he was serious and Fang Heng must have envied him, so he generously recalled the details carefully and prepared to share them with Fang Heng.

"There's nothing else. It's just that the red beans are not so round in today's terms." Wang Hong said, holding his chin.

Very good, Fang Heng was now sure of the answer in his heart, but just to be sure, he asked Wang Hong to take out the photo of the red bean porridge last night and show it to him.

Although Wang Hong had an expression like "Don't be jealous, you don't have such a good friend, but I am", Fang Heng still looked at the picture seriously.

And because Fang Heng's expression was wrong, Yuan Zhou, who also saw the photo, didn't say anything about the porridge not being cooked well, and just listened silently.

"Red beans grow in the south. When spring comes, a few branches will grow. I hope you will pick more. This is the most loved thing." Fang Heng looked at Wang Hong with pity and recited this poem.

Then Fang Heng continued: "Have you heard of this poem?"

"Of course I've heard of it." When he said of course, Wang Hong was still a little confused. As a writer, his literary quality was certainly not bad. How could he not know this poem by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty?

But then looking at Fang Heng's expression, he suddenly realized something, and combined with the incomplete skin of the red bean, Wang Hong also had a bad premonition.

"I heard that some girls would express their love by carving words on red beans, and if I remember correctly, fifty grams of red beans can be counted as approximately one hundred red beans, so five hundred and twenty red beans seems to be half a catty?" Fang Heng He said slowly and leisurely.

After hearing these words, Wang Hong's expression as if struck by lightning immediately froze there, as if he had been petrified, and all the show off expression on his face disappeared.

But Yuan Zhou remained expressionless and didn't speak. Wang Hong was so stupid that he couldn't see through such an obvious confession. He would definitely not be so stupid anyway.

After a while, Wang Hong suddenly hurried upstairs without saying a word. Then he quickly picked up the wine bottle on the table and took a sip of wine. Then he quickly went downstairs and said, "I've already drank. What's left?" It’s the devil of the evil cult who drinks, I’ll leave first.”

Wang Hong had never been so serious before, and left directly after speaking.

But Fang Heng, who saw his series of coquettish moves, said: "This is not a violation of your rules, Boss Yuan."

Yuan Zhou nodded and said, "It doesn't count."

Yes, the rule here in Yuanzhou is that the person who draws the lottery must be present. Otherwise, it is a violation, and it is very sensible for Wang Hong to think of this at this time.

But no one knew after leaving the store.

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