Chapter 415 Eating and Art

Yuan Zhou didn't mean to inquire about the situation, but he just wondered how this middle-aged man with such good skills could reach such an extent. 【】

The middle-aged man in front of him had simple and shabby clothes and clean and weathered eyes. This was the first time Yuan Zhou had met such a person. His face simply said I have a story.

This made Yuan Zhou almost say "I have wine".

"I just came to this place and haven't found a suitable job yet." The middle-aged man didn't eat elegantly, just ordinary. He said directly when asked.

"Then you can look for it carefully. We still have a lot of opportunities here." Yuan Zhou said kindly.

"Yeah." The middle-aged man swallowed a mouthful of rice and nodded.

Immediately afterwards there was the sound of the two people picking up vegetables, chewing and eating, and the middle-aged man ate very quickly.

"Your craftsmanship is very good, thank you." After finishing a bowl, the man put down the bowl.

"Thank you for the compliment." Yuan Zhou nodded.

"This is a fact." The middle-aged man said seriously.

Neither of them was talkative, so the store fell silent for a moment.

Finally, it was the middle-aged man who spoke first to break the silence.

"My name is Du Sheng, what is your name?" the middle-aged man asked.

"My name is Yuan Zhou, and I am the chef of this small shop." Yuan Zhou said politely.

"Since we have exchanged names, we can be considered friends." The middle-aged man said.

"Of course." Yuan Zhou nodded.

"Then in order to thank you for this meal, I am willing to play another song." When the middle-aged man said this, he was not arrogant at all, but just took it for granted.

It seemed that thanking Yuan Zhou for a meal with a song was a normal thing, and he didn't specifically explain that he had no money now and couldn't repay him. It was just a normal thing.

"Then thank you, Du Sheng." Yuan Zhou looked surprised and immediately nodded in agreement.

"The music is Erquan Yingyue." The middle-aged man announced the music first, and then started to play the strings.

Then the beautiful melody of Erquan Yingyue came from the well-maintained erhu.

In fact, Yuan Zhou doesn't know anything about music, but this middle-aged man plays it so well. The unknown Yuan Zhou just listened to it and was immersed in it, let alone this more popular one.

The two of them sat separately. Yuan Zhou sat on the chef's chair in the kitchen and listened carefully and intoxicatedly, while the middle-aged man Du Sheng sat on a random chair in the hall, tilting his head and playing with his hands seriously. of strings.

In fact, Yuanzhou's initial guess was correct. Du Sheng had indeed not eaten for two days and had only eaten some snacks. He had no job and no money, so the only value he had was his erhu.

Ordinarily, a middle-aged man with such a skill can earn a lot from just setting up a stall on the street, and he will definitely have enough food and clothing.

But Du Sheng didn't do that. He even walked on the road like the back door of Yuanzhou's store and quietly played a song in a deserted place, more like playing it to himself.

It only took a few minutes for Du Sheng to finish the poem "Two Springs Reflect the Moon".

"Xixisuosuo" quickly packed up the piano case and got ready to go out.

"Excuse me Yuanzhou, I'll leave first." Du Sheng walked to the door and thanked him.

Of course, this time he went out through the gate of Yuanzhou's store.

"It's my turn to thank you. Let's go slowly." Yuan Zhou also politely walked to the door.

As a chef, Yuan Zhou saw that Du Sheng was hungry and that he had no money, which actually made Yuan Zhou a little confused.

"If you are a performer, you must have a lot of money. After all, even a layman like me can see that my erhu skills are very good." Yuan Zhou said to himself.

No one knows why Du Sheng can't afford to eat and still doesn't do art. Yuan Zhou doesn't know, no one knows. Maybe he just doesn't want to make money with piano art, he just doesn't want to do art. Who knows.

There are always craftsmen who have their own persistence, and it is this persistence that keeps them from eating one meal to the next. Yuan Zhou does not understand this kind of persistence now.

"No matter what, it's time to prepare lunch." Yuan Zhou shook off the chaotic speculation in his mind and prepared to prepare lunch seriously.

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Time passed very quickly, and when there was still half an hour left before lunch, the technician who took Yuan Zhou as his apprentice came, after a long time.

Of course, he specifically said why he didn't come because he planned to come here full-time to study after resigning.

"Technician Yuan, good afternoon, this is the Qimen spring tea prepared for you. It is brewed at a temperature just right for drinking." Technician Cheng respectfully handed over a clay pot as soon as he arrived.

"There's no need for this, just stand there and don't get in the way." Yuan Zhou frowned but did not take the teapot.

"Thank you very much for giving me this opportunity to study with you." Technician Cheng said solemnly.

Technician Cheng looked like he was practicing discipleship.

"I won't accept disciples now, so you are not my disciple. You can just do what you want." Yuan Zhou said clearly, without being sloppy.

"Okay, since Technician Yuan doesn't like it, I won't do it next time." Technician Cheng's square face was very serious. He put away the teapot and stood obediently next to the cherry shrimp wall scene.

This position allows for a full view of the kitchen without hindering Zhou Jia's work.

"You resigned?" Yuan Zhou suddenly raised his head and asked.

"Yes, I will stay here for as long as I think is enough. I hope I won't disturb Technician Yuan." Technician Cheng nodded.

"No, just come according to the time. If you want to eat, just queue up." Yuan Zhou shook his head and said.

"Thank you, Technician Yuan." Technician Cheng said politely and respectfully.

"You don't need to call me like this, just call me Yuan Zhou." Yuan Zhou couldn't help but said after hearing this title again.

"Then let me call you Boss Yuan." Although Technician Cheng is proud and impatient, he accepts death.

Even if Yuanzhou is not willing to accept a disciple, allowing him to observe is still a learning process. It is not respectful to call him by his first name, so he compromises and calls him this way.

"That's okay, I'm preparing the ingredients for lunch now." Yuan Zhou nodded and continued the work at hand.

After saying this, Technician Cheng immediately stared at Yuan Zhou handling the ingredients.

The last time I saw Yuan Zhou handling ingredients was during a competition with rare ingredients. At that time, we were not so close.

It's not like Yuanzhou's store, which has its own odor avoidance facilities, is dust-free, and has its own golden fingers.

The store is also small, so Technician Cheng can say that this is the first time he has seen Yuan Zhou handling ingredients at such a close distance.

"Everyone, the business hours are here. Please take a seat for the first ten people." Zhou Jia's crisp voice came from the door.

When the two were getting serious just now, Zhou Jia had already come over and prepared everything.

"Boss, a fried rice with shrimps and eggs." Zhou Jia's ordering voice came quickly.

"Yes." Yuan Zhou nodded and started fishing for shrimps.

"Wow!" Yuan Zhou picked up the shrimp net and picked up just the right amount of shrimp in one net pocket.

"Now it's time to process the shrimp." As a technician, Technician Cheng is actually good at Cantonese cuisine, but he still knows how to make the anchovy shrimp.

Normally, one would pick them up and clean them one by one, then take out the shrimp threads and fry them in a pot, but Yuan Zhou's method was beyond his understanding.

"As expected of Technician Yuan, even the shrimp washing is different." Technician Cheng, who was watching attentively, couldn't help but said.

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