Chapter 1919 No Opinion Is Still an Opinion

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Yuan Zhou knocked on the door politely a few times and stopped at the door.

"Who is it?" An old voice came from inside. There was no doubt that the voice was that of an old woman.

"Squeak"

The wooden door made a harsh sound and slowly opened, revealing the figure of the old woman. She was wearing a gray and slightly old cotton coat, which was worn properly without a trace of dirt or wrinkles. Her hair was meticulously tied back, and her face had a slightly sick look. , obviously the body is not very good, but the spirit seems to be okay.

"It's Mr. Yuan, why are you here today? Come in and sit down." The old woman was very happy and surprised to see Yuan Zhou.

"I heard that you were discharged from the hospital and I came over to check on you." Yuan Zhou looked at the old woman and felt that she was in good spirits and felt a little relieved.

"Oh, Mr. Yuan, you are so busy and you are still thinking about me, an old woman. You don't have to come and see me. I am not very nice." The old woman was a little embarrassed, probably because she thought she was troubling Yuan Zhou.

"I have nothing to do today, no need to bother. These pastries are new ones made by me. Can you try them out and give me your opinion? The store is preparing to produce new ones." Yuan Zhou followed the old woman with the food box in his hands. Come in.

The yard is not big, and you can reach the door of the room in just a few steps. The yard is as big as a palm, which is probably the most vivid adjective.

The room inside is also very small, just one room. There is no functional distinction between rooms such as living room, kitchen or bedroom, it is all in one room.

It's small, but it's very clean and tidy, which many young people can't compare to. The only good thing about the old woman's residence is the yard outside. In the past, making buns and the like was done in the yard, which was very convenient.

After entering the house, Yuanzhou handed the food box to the old woman, his meaning was obvious.

"Why is this so embarrassing?" The old woman subconsciously reached out and took it.

"I just want to give you a taste test to see if it can be put on the menu. I'm asking for your help. It's my fault. It's troublesome." Yuan Zhou bowed slightly and was polite.

"No, the old woman has never eaten anything good, so what she said may not be useful, but I will definitely tell boss Yuan if there is anything." The old woman had a comfortable smile on her face, and she obviously felt very happy to be able to help Yuan Zhou.

“Food is about adopting the opinions of the majority.

Most people think it’s delicious only when it’s delicious. "When Yuan Zhou saw the old lady putting the food box on the table, he stepped forward and opened it.

The food box is insulated. When the food box is opened, white mist comes out, which is obviously very fresh.

"Whoosh, whoosh"

The old lady went to the sink over there to wash her hands and wipe them clean before coming over with a pair of chopsticks, planning to try some food.

"Boss Xiao Yuan's craftsmanship is really good, and it looks like this." The old lady was in a good mood when she saw this fat and white rice cake with a little bit of red on the tip, made into a Shoudao-style rice cake.

"This is just one of them. There are others. You can help me try it next time." Yuan Zhou said.

"Okay, no problem, I will definitely tell Boss Xiao Yuan." The old woman was full of confidence.

The old woman stretched out her chopsticks and picked up a small birthday peach. She slowly brought it to her mouth and bit the tip of the peach.

I originally thought it was just a red color made with food coloring. Although it looked very pleasant, it probably had no taste, but it was completely different when I ate it in my mouth.

A sweet taste of radish spreads in the mouth, accompanied by the fragrance of rice, the taste is fresh and natural and very good.

The old woman nodded secretly. This tasted different from the glutinous rice balls made by Yuan Zhou in previous years. The rice was a little less glutinous than glutinous rice, but it still had a certain stickiness after Yuan Zhou's special treatment.

He nodded secretly, feeling that Yuan Zhou's reputation was well-deserved, so he took another bite, and was pleasantly surprised. The sweet and waxy taste of osmanthus filled his lips and teeth, as if it was not winter now, and he was in the time of 'Osmanthus fragrant ten miles away'.

The old lady likes to eat sweet osmanthus the most, but because she is old and can't eat more sweets, she hasn't eaten it for a long time, but today's osmanthus gives people a different feeling.

It perfectly retains the flavor of osmanthus, and is naturally sweet without a trace of excess sugar. It doesn’t feel greasy at all. The old lady couldn’t hold it back. She just stuffed the next bite into her mouth. After she finished eating, she took another one, and another one, and then It’s gone.

Taking into account the old lady's appetite, Yuanzhou prepared six small and exquisite Shoudao rice cakes, and they were all eaten in just a few minutes, very quickly.

"Compared with the mooncakes that Boss Xiao Yuan sent to the old lady during the Mid-Autumn Festival last year, the craftsmanship has improved year by year. There is nothing wrong with this rice cake and it is delicious." The old lady looked at the empty plate. She had not eaten like this for a long time. There are too many pastries, which makes me a little embarrassed.

"This is originally prepared for you. It's just right to eat it while it's hot." Yuan Zhou said.

"The food made by Boss Xiao Yuan is delicious." The old lady said, "I really can't think of anything to say."

"No opinion, it's just an opinion. It proves that the pastry is very suitable to my mother-in-law's taste." Yuan Zhou nodded.

"Then I'll leave first and see you next time." Yuanzhou packed up the food box and took it away, otherwise the old lady would definitely take the time to deliver it here.

"I'll wash it and take it away." The old woman said and was about to get started.

"It's okay, let's go back and wash together." Yuan Zhou said.

"I happened to be going out to repair my shoes, and a pair of leather shoes opened."

The old woman didn't force herself. Instead, she picked up a bag behind the door and followed Yuan Zhou to go out.

"Is it Uncle Xue's place? Is he still repairing shoes?" Yuan Zhou asked.

There is only one shoe repair place in a few streets here. I remember that Yuan Zhou went to get it repaired once when he was a child, but it was many years ago. Nowadays, young people don’t repair shoes anymore. After all, shoes are cheap and can be replaced directly if they break. If it's new or expensive, it's impossible to send it to a small shoe stall for repair. Wouldn't it be more appropriate to send it directly to a specialty store?

"That's Lao Wang. He said that as long as he can move, he will work for a day. He is still practicing." The old lady agreed with Uncle Xue's point of view, because that is what she did.

"Then let me get it for you." Taking the bag from the old woman's hand, Yuan Zhou took the lead and walked ahead.

Yuan Zhou vaguely remembered the location. There was not much renovation or reconstruction here. It was basically the way he remembered it. He could barely remember it.

The old woman didn't say much when she saw this. Anyway, it was basically along the way, and there weren't many turns.

From a distance, he saw a shed-like building, which was probably built by the residents themselves. There was a light inside, and with Yuan Zhou's eyesight, he saw a gray-haired old man wearing a gray down jacket and a leather jacket. He was wearing an apron, sitting on a small bench, lowering his head and doing something on the machine.

"It's been a long time since I've seen such a scene."

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