Chapter 611 Quarrel and Breakup

"Huh, it's done. It's delicious." Yin Ya breathed out, with a smile on her face.

"Xisuo" carefully took off his oily gloves, and Yin Ya took out a tissue and wiped them.

At the same time, he did not forget to look around carefully.

"I didn't eat much at noon, so I'm very hungry."

Yin Ya's face was a little red, and she was obviously a little embarrassed. She muttered something in her mouth, and she didn't know who she was talking to. Seeing that no one was looking at her, she naturally got up and left.

"Boss Yuan is really annoying. His food is so delicious, but he actually ate a whole chicken. It's terrible." As soon as Yin Ya went out, she couldn't help but turn around and glare at Yuan Zhou before leaving.

Yuanzhou, who had a keen sense, was naturally aware of it. He subconsciously looked up at Yin Ya's seat, with confusion on his face.

"Eating so cleanly must be very palatable, right? Girls are really weird, and beautiful ones are even weirder." Yuanzhou thought to himself.

"Boss Yuan, I think this should be called hand-shredded salt-baked chicken." Wu Hai said clearly while eating.

"This is Dongjiang salt-baked chicken." Yuan Zhou said seriously.

"I know, but now it's hand-shredded. It tastes really good. The rice soaked in the soup that comes out tastes even better." Wu Hai praised as he ate.

"Yeah." Yuan Zhou nodded, then turned around and went back to the kitchen.

But at this moment, someone called Yuan Zhou.

"Boss Yuan, I need to ask you a favor." The person who stopped Yuan Zhou was named Zong Lin. He was wearing casual clothes and had short hair. He looked very energetic and was about 27 or 28 years old.

Sitting next to him was an old, middle-aged man with a slightly curved back and well-developed arm muscles. He should be Zong Lin's father.

"What's the matter?" Yuan Zhou turned around and asked.

"That's right, I want to hold a cooking competition with my father, and I hope you can be the referee." Zong Lin was very polite when he spoke to Yuan Zhou, but when he talked about his father, he was full of resentment.

"Hmph." The middle-aged man on the side clearly heard it and snorted coldly at Zong Lin.

"Sorry, I won't do it." Yuan Zhou refused directly without even thinking about it.

"Uh, okay, I'm disturbing Boss Yuan." Zong Lin was stunned for a moment, then apologized sheepishly.

"It's okay." Yuan Zhou didn't say much and went back to the kitchen.

Yuan Zhou knew these two people and did not come to eat often, but he had a deep memory of them, not because they were also chefs, but because they would quarrel every time they came here.

Although the two knew how to lower their voices in public, it made no difference to Yuan Zhou, who could still hear their quarrel from beginning to end.

"This problem cannot be solved in one game." Yuan Zhou knew this very well, which was why he refused.

"I told you to be quiet, but you didn't listen. Now you know it's embarrassing." The middle-aged man scolded Zong Lin in a low voice.

"Boss Yuan didn't say anything, he just disagreed." Zong Lin retorted directly.

"Rejecting him once is not enough, why do you want to be rejected twice more? You are never smart in doing things, and you are only half-assed in learning." The middle-aged man glared at Zong Lin, directly dismissing him as useless.

"That's not necessarily true. I'm better at learning Western food than you are." Zong Lin was not willing to be outdone, and started to choke with his father.

"Your Western food is just messing around. You only know how to waste things. You can cut it into strips and you can't use it here or there. You can only use the middle piece. Isn't this half-baked." The middle-aged man scolded directly.

"You don't understand at all. We are pursuing artistic perfection. It's not like your approach, where everything is lumped into one pot." Zong Lin couldn't help gritting his teeth, and then lowered his voice and said.

The two of them just said "you" and "I" to each other. If there wasn't someone around them all the time, they would have kept their voices down.

Otherwise, the middle-aged man would have broken out and hit someone long ago, but even so, the quarrel was endless.

The rare thing is that the voice is really low, so it hardly affects other people, but the behavior of the two is still bad.

"That's the end of today's dinner business hours. Please come early tomorrow." This noise caused the dinner business hours of Yuanzhou's shop to end.

The sound of "tap tap tap" footsteps disappeared in the distance. Because they were rejected by Yuan Zhou, the two of them also had a heated argument at this time.

"I'm still not your father, so you won't listen to anything I say?" the middle-aged man shouted angrily.

"Then I am still your son, so you can't respect me for once?" Zong Lin stood up suddenly and asked in the same sentence.

"Respect, whatever respect you want, just listen to me. Come back tomorrow and go to some Western restaurant!" The middle-aged man stood up immediately, his tone stubborn and tough.

"You don't understand Western food. I want to go to a restaurant with one Michelin star, not just any restaurant." Zong Lin's tone was cold and serious.

"I don't understand Western food? I've been cooking all my life. What don't I understand? You are my son and you have to listen to me." The middle-aged man's face turned red and his tone became stronger, as if he had no room for change.

"Father, I will definitely go, and I must go." Zong Lin stated his position directly.

Just when the middle-aged man wanted to refute, Zong Lin spoke again.

"Once upon a time, you knew everything in the kitchen. You could make delicious fried rice with simple rice and eggs, just like a superman. But now I can do it too, and I'm no worse than you. I'm also a chef." Zong Lin Looking into his father's eyes, he spoke word by word.

"Are you a chef too? You're just a novice." The middle-aged man was stunned for a while, then subconsciously retorted.

"I am 29 years old this year, and I am already qualified to be the chef of a Michelin one-star restaurant. I am a formal chef." Zong Lin emphasized again.

"Okay, okay, you are a chef in a high-end restaurant. You don't look down on me as a cook in a farmhouse. If you want to fly, just fly. Don't come back to me with your wings broken." The middle-aged man's face tightened and he opened his mouth. After saying this, he strode away.

"No, I have fulfilled my childhood dream." Zong Lin's words reached the middle-aged man's ears from afar.

The middle-aged man couldn't help but think of Zong Lin when he was a child, saying that he would also like to be a chef when he grows up, a chef as good as him.

"Fortunately, my dad's requirements are low, so I can make ends meet and find a girlfriend, right, dad." Yuan Zhou, who had witnessed the whole quarrel between the two, couldn't help but look towards his parents' room on the second floor. , showing a satisfied smile.

"Boss, do you think they will come for dinner in the future?" Zhou Jia, who was standing by, waited until the two left, then couldn't help but ask.

"Yes, of course." Yuan Zhou said with certainty.

"Why?" Zhou Jia looked curious.

After all, in her opinion, the father and son seemed to have broken up. How could they come to have dinner together again? Could it be that Boss Yuan discovered something?

"Because the food I cook is delicious." Yuan Zhou said naturally.

"Well, the boss is right." Zhou Jia choked for a while before saying.

"Yes." Yuan Zhou nodded matter-of-factly.

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