Chapter 468 The Elusive One

After lunch time was over, Yuan Zhou looked at the door of the shop in a daze.

"I didn't expect this guy to return home so soon, but I didn't receive any notice from President Zhou." Yuan Zhou murmured to himself.

"Fortunately, it will be upgraded soon." Yuan Zhou clicked on the mission again and looked at it.

What Yuan Zhou was thinking about was that there were no dishes suitable for the banquet yet. Unlike Western food, which has separate meals before, during and after the meal, Yuan Zhou was still a little confused.

Fortunately, he still has a complete set of Western etiquette and so on that he can use.

The location where Yuanzhou's store is located is originally a high-tech zone. There are many buildings around it, but the supporting business district has not been built yet, so it inevitably looks a bit desolate.

What's more, the old community here in Yuanzhou looks old.

When there is nothing to do, there is not much traffic. The most popular ones are the fast food restaurants downstairs in the commercial street, which are used for people who go to work. However, since Yuanzhou's small shop became known throughout the city, the shops here have become more popular. It has become valuable, and there are people who sell food, accessories that girls like, and men who drink tea and chat.

Now in a foreign-funded enterprise, Ma Zhida is having some troubles.

"We haven't tasted Boss Yuan's craftsmanship for several days. How long will we stay with the Emirati prince?" Mazhida asked, poking the colleague next to him.

"You, the boy, can feed the whole family without being hungry. You can also have teeth-beating ceremonies from time to time. I haven't been there for two months." The colleague rolled his eyes at Mazhida and did not answer the latter question at all.

"Is this the point? I'm asking when the wealthy manager will leave." Ma Zhida asked seriously.

"Then who knows, we are the men in the public relations department." The colleague shrugged, looking helpless.

Yes, Ma Zhida and his colleagues are the only two men in the public relations department. In the words of their boss, they are the green leaves of the public relations department, used as foils. However, when something happens, the foils cannot leave.

Not long ago, the company's partner, the United Arab Emirates Corporation, sent a manager to inspect the business. He was an authentic Emirati, and he was accompanied by the public relations department.

He is not a legendary prince, the Prince of the United Arab Emirates is just a joke among his friends.

"Slika, your Chinese is really good. What do you want to eat today?" The director of the public relations department, a beautiful woman, and a middle-aged man accompanied a A man in a suit with a neat beard.

Naturally, the person who just asked the question was also the director of the public relations department. After all, beauty is attractive when asking like this.

"I've been tired of eating these days and want to eat something from our own country." Slika, the rich man from the United Arab Emirates, said with a frown.

"As for Emirati cuisine, I know there is a restaurant called Desert. Do you want to try it?" the minister said with a smile.

"Forget it, forget it, you don't have authentic ones here." Slika immediately refused.

Suddenly I thought of the barbecue I had yesterday. It was said to be an authentic Emirati taste, but it turned out to be terrible.

"Then why don't you try our special dishes?" the beautiful minister suggested with a smile.

The manager on the side nodded.

"I know your Chinese food is delicious, but I don't like the taste." Slika shrugged, looking helpless.

When Slika said this, several people didn't know what to say for a while, but Slika started to speak himself.

"Hey, even if it's just Taoist food, it's good." Slika said with a sigh.

"Do you want to eat?" Mazhida asked abruptly.

"Yes, rice is what we eat." Slika said affirmatively.

"People in the UAE also eat rice?" Mazhida said quietly this time, but he was still heard.

"Of course, the rice we have there is different from the rice here, and it is especially delicious when used to make pilaf." Slika said proudly.

"Can it be done plain?" Mazhida had an idea and asked.

"Of course." Slika nodded.

"If it's vegetarian rice, then I think there is a place where you can definitely eat Emirati-style rice that you are satisfied with." Mazhida said affirmatively.

"Are.you.sure?" This time Slika spoke directly in English.

"Of course." Mazhida said confidently.

"Then let's eat that tonight." Slika said happily.

Slika still believes in Mazhida, because he still knows the Chinese people's speaking habits. Even if he is 100% sure, he will only say 90%. Now that Mazhida is so sure, his confidence must be more than 200%.

"Xiao Ma, are you sure?" the manager asked as if confirming.

"I believe Xiao Ma." The minister next to him looked at Mazhida seriously and then nodded.

"Is that there?" Colleagues rarely shared the same frequency as Ma Zhida, and they both thought of Yuanzhou's store.

"That's right." Mazhida nodded affirmatively.

"Okay, Xiao Ma will lead the way. You go to eat, but don't go." The manager pointed to the colleagues beside him and said.

"Uh, okay, goodbye manager, goodbye manager Slika." The colleague muttered to the stingy manager in his heart, but said goodbye with a smile on his face.

Several people nodded, and then the colleagues left.

At this time, the manager said very wisely, "Slika, I think I am not happy eating at you, so how about letting these two people take you to eat?"

"Of course, thank you to this beauty and the gentleman who led the way." Slika nodded happily.

"Then I wish you the delicious food you want." The manager said with a smile.

"Yes." Slika nodded.

The manager knows the habits of the Emirati people. They don't like to discuss business at the dinner table, and he has been with them for the past two days, and the atmosphere during the meal is not that lively. Therefore, the manager wisely exits and leaves it to the young people. .

And with the public relations minister here, he was very relieved.

"Manager Naslika, come with me. The store is not far from here, less than ten minutes' walk. If you drive, you have to find a parking space." Mazhida said with a smile.

"Then let's walk over." Slika said calmly.

"Follow me." Ma Zhida led the way with a friendly smile.

What followed was a chat between the beauty minister and Slika, interspersed with introductions to some of the company's current good situations.

The three of them headed towards Yuanzhou's store, where a show was going on.

Because Chu Xiao appeared again.

The cause was that two diners were discussing why Yuan Zhou’s Ants Climbing a Tree was so delicious.

"Boss Yuan's craftsmanship is so good. When you pick it up, it really looks like ants climbing a tree. The vermicelli is chewy and the minced meat is elastic." The diner took a bite of the vermicelli with satisfaction.

"The most wonderful thing is that this fan actually sucked up the soup, and it tastes super enjoyable." The two of them just praised each other.

"If only I could cook it, I wouldn't be tired of eating it three times a day." The diner said with a happy face.

"You won't be able to learn it in this life. It takes three years to practice this dish. Of course, you need to be talented to do what I said." Chu Xiao's arrogant voice appeared again.

The elusive Chu Xiao...

ps: Sorry, it’s late today, Caimao bows and apologizes.