Chapter 500 Turtle Shell = Yuanzhou Shop (Part 1)

"Guys, please go slowly." Yuan Zhou said politely.

"Don't you want to ask our opinion?" Zhou Shijie teased with a smile.

"Please tell me." Yuanzhou did not refuse, but said seriously.

Yuanzhou didn't ask if he was satisfied with the food at first. Yuanzhou was very confident in his craftsmanship, but since he had opinions, he was still happy to listen.

"My opinion is very simple, that is, the portion is too small." Zhou Shijie made a serious look and said seriously.

"Yes, the portion is too small." Liu Tong also agreed with this point.

This time even Chu Xiao rarely agreed with their opinions, "Yuanzhou, your portion is less than my Western food."

"No, the portions are all based on your appetite." Yuan Zhou said seriously with a sincere look in his eyes.

"The old man didn't have enough to eat." Zhou Shijie said rudely.

"Me neither." Liu Tong shrugged.

"I don't want it either." Li Minghui also shook his head seriously.

"Of course, neither did I." Chu Xiao nodded.

"According to folk sayings, a full breakfast, a good lunch, and a small dinner are the best, so eating until you are eighty percent full is the best state." Yuan Zhou said with reason.

"This is different. There is no way a banquet would allow the guests to leave without having enough to eat." Zhou Shijie was not easy to fool.

"But for this banquet, I came according to the standard of having a full dinner." Yuan Zhou did not take Zhou Shijie's words.

Instead, he followed his own words.

"People's satiety is when after eating, the glucose in the blood increases, and the satiety center is stimulated and excited. People feel full and don't want to eat anymore, so this takes some time." Yuan Zhou explained seriously.

"Okay, besides, I'm afraid Yuan Zhou will give us popular science and health knowledge." Chu Xiao opened his mouth to save the situation.

In fact, the four of them knew very well that it was not that they were not full, but that they thought it was too delicious and did not eat enough. Zhou Shijie was originally making fun of it.

But Yuan Zhou is a serious person, so Chu Xiao came out first to save the siege.

"Hmph, this guy is very rigid." Zhou Shijie muttered, turned and left.

"Thank you for the compliment." Yuan Zhou felt that this was also a compliment.

"Hey, this kid is still full of energy." Zhou Shijie stroked his goatee with a helpless expression.

"See you at the Kitchen Federation." After Chu Xiao said this, he also walked out of the shop.

Yuan Zhou frowned and said nothing.

"What the hell is this Kitchen Federation?" Yuanzhou looked calm and composed, but in his heart there were a lot of questions from black people.

"Damn it, I actually asked for a fight." Liu Tong looked at Yuan Zhou and Chu Xiao in surprise, and then chased Zhou Shijie out.

"Thank you for the hospitality." Li Minghui finally regained his composure and said politely.

"You're welcome." Yuan Zhou shook his head politely.

After everyone walked out of the shop, Yuan Zhou returned to the kitchen with a normal expression and continued cooking, not taking Chu Xiao's announcement to heart at all.

After all, Yuan Zhou has not really entered the culinary world for a short time. He doesn’t know the importance and prowess of the Kitchen Federation, but he will definitely be excited when he finds out about it. After all, there are many international famous chefs participating in the Kitchen Federation, and these people are usually rare. At first sight.

Yuanzhou has temporarily put aside the matter of the Kitchen Federation, but Wu Hai is still thinking about the whole fish feast.

"Ask me and I'll tell you what to do." Ling Hong looked at Wu Hai who looked distressed and said very loyally.

"Or buy paintings?" Wu Hai looked disdainful.

He didn't think the idea was good at all.

"No, I don't feel that my health is very good recently. It seems that it needs to be replenished." Ling Hong pointed at Dongpo's elbow and tea eggs with a smirk on his face and said with clear purpose.

"Mr. Zhou Jia Ling needs a Dongpo Pork Pork Pork and Tea Eggs." Wu Hai said straightforwardly.

"Okay, the total is 3,968 yuan. Should I pay in cash or transfer?" Zhou Jia quoted the price with a gentle look.

"Well, he paid." Wu Hai stroked his mustache and pointed at Ling Hong with a sincere expression.

"If I pay, you'll lose your idea." Ling Hong took out his cell phone nonchalantly and threatened.

"It's okay, I can ask Jiang Changxi." Wu Hai said that he didn't care about Ling Hong's bad idea at all.

"Okay then." Ling Hong shrugged and simply transferred the money.

"If you want to trick me, there's no way." Wu Hai stroked his mustache with a proud look on his face.

As for Yuan Zhou, he had long been used to bickering between the two of them, and there was nothing else he could do except stay away and pretend not to know each other.

After all, Wu Hai is sometimes as stupid as Alaska, the big fool among the three fools on the sleigh.

"Look, look, that woman is here again." Just as Ling Hong and Wu Hai were exchanging words, the diners next to them suddenly whispered.

Although he whispered, he was very close to the two of them, so they looked up, and Yuan Zhou also subconsciously looked up.

The person who came was a girl, wearing a beige windbreaker, a white sweater, black pencil pants, and a head of reddish-brown curly hair. The whole person looked very intellectual and capable, but her red eyes destroyed the intellectual and capable feeling. , but seemed a little aggrieved.

"No, I met her twice." The diner also had an impression of this woman.

Hearing such comments, Yuanzhou was somewhat impressed, because sometimes when this woman came, the store was almost closed, and she ordered a rice dish in the last five minutes.

This happened twice, so Yuanzhou suddenly remembered it.

Because she often comes in the evening and only orders white rice, which is quite unique. Of course, these discussions automatically stop when the woman sits down.

"Do you know him?" Ling Hong didn't come as often as Wu Hai.

After all, Wu Hai could use Yuanzhou's shop as a canteen.

"Yes, I come here often. Every time I order white rice, I cry when I eat it, and I cry very secretly." Wu Hai nodded.

Although not everyone knows Wu Hai when he eats here, he is familiar with such a distinctive character.

Almost everyone is a painting with a story in his heart.

"So weird?" Ling Hong looked very interested.

"Well, it's just so strange." Wu Hai nodded.

"A bowl of white rice made from rice." The woman's voice was clean and crisp, and there was no sound of crying.

"Okay, please wait a moment." Zhou Jia stepped forward and nodded.

Yuan Zhou was still very fast, and a bowl of white rice was quickly served on the table.

"Please use your rice to make rice." Zhou Jia gently put down the celadon bowl and said politely.

"Thank you." When the woman lowered her head, her curly hair blocked her face, making her expression unclear.

"Ta Ta Ta Ta" Zhou Jia smiled politely and turned to leave. Only then did the woman pick up her chopsticks and start eating.

It's just that he eats very slowly. He needs to chew for a long time before taking another bite.

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ps: I still can't find it on Caimao. I'm going to ask the editor what's going on. Speaking of which, Caimao's chapters are obviously long and long, so your votes are still Caimao's, la la la~

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