Chapter 950 Serious Business
Yuan Zhou looked cold, nodded and said nothing more.
"The meal you ordered conforms to the rice cooker. You can order. Please pay first. The meal will be delivered later." Zhou Jia said solemnly.
"How much?" the reporter asked.
"The total is 118 yuan. You can pay in cash or transfer. The QR code is here." Zhou Jia said, pointing to the conspicuous QR code on the table.
"Isn't it 98 per cent?" the reporter frowned.
This reporter had done his homework before coming here, not to mention the menu also said that the price of rice is 98.
"Yes, Mi Bai makes 98 yuan a portion, plus a 20 yuan welcome set meal, the total is 118 yuan." Zhou Jia explained.
"Okay, it's been transferred." After hearing the explanation, the reporter paid easily. After all, he had already received half of the payment.
Yes, this reporter used money to do things, so he used such an extremely annoying method to interview Yuan Zhou. He obviously didn't consider anything else.
"Okay, I received the money, please wait a moment, the meal will be here later." After saying that, Zhou Jia left.
"Boss Yuan, now I have paid, you have to answer my questions." The reporter held up his mobile phone to indicate that he was now a paying diner.
"Swish, swish, swish" Yuanzhou was washing the wooden spoon, but there was no response.
"Does Boss Yuan not answer because he feels that he cannot bear the honor of this demonstration store?" Some annoying reporters don't need the answers of the parties at all when interviewing. They can completely ask and answer their own questions, such as this one.
Yuan Zhou rarely chatted while cooking, so Yuan Zhou, who was busy, still had no response.
"Since Boss Yuan feels that he cannot afford such an honor, can you tell us how you got this honor?" the reporter continued to dig.
Yuanzhou turned around and started stirring the rice cooker with a spoon.
The rice in the rice pot has just been cooked and is steaming warmly.
Just when the reporter was about to speak, a person suddenly appeared next to him.
"You're too loud." Wu Hai stared at the reporter with an unwavering expression.
"Uh..." The reporter was stunned. He knew Wu Hai. After all, the work he did before coming here was not in vain.
"I hope you'll keep your voice down a little bit, and like everyone else, don't disturb me while I'm eating." Wu Hai said with a serious face while stroking his moustache.
"But I'm here for an interview." The reporter tried to reason with Wu Hai.
"You mean you still want to shout loudly?" Wu Hai asked, "You want to disturb my meal?"
"That's not what I meant. I was afraid that Boss Yuan wouldn't hear." The reporter explained.
"What you do has nothing to do with me, but I tell you, if you continue to be so loud and interfere with my eating, I will let you crawl out." Wu Hai said.
"By the way, there's me too. If it affects my studies again, I, old Cheng, won't be so easy to talk to." Technician Cheng is very big. Although he looks fat, he is also big in tonnage, so he still looks very intimidating. of.
"That's right, you're too noisy." A girl next to him started to yell with a look of disgust.
"You have no quality at all. Even if you want to be interviewed, you can't shout so loudly." The man in a suit and tie said unceremoniously.
This time, no one needs to step forward, the reporter silences himself. After all, public anger is not easy to offend, and he still knows this very well.
"It's okay. I'll stay and use other methods after we finish eating." The reporter lowered his head after being told, but he didn't give up in his heart.
After all, one person’s money belongs to another’s money, and reporters still have this principle.
Seeing that the reporter's silence did not affect Yuan Zhou anymore, other diners also stopped. After the delicious food, they had no time to talk to this man.
But at this time, Zhou Jia also served his meal.
"Make rice cakes and fry rice cakes. The off-white sugar is for appetizing, and the ginger sugar is for deodorizing. Please use it slowly." Zhou Jia put down the tray and said.
The welcome set consists of two sugars, a glass of water, and a paper towel. On the middle plate are two pieces of fried golden rice cakes.
"Is this the 20 yuan welcome package?" The reporter was dissatisfied.
After all, in the reporter's opinion, two candies that don't seem to be worth a dollar and a glass of boiled water are sold for 20 yuan, which is simply a steal.
"Tsk, tsk, it's really expensive." The reporter took out the camera from his bag and took a photo.
The effect of this photo is self-evident.
"Just eat these so-called appetizer candies." The reporter picked up the candies wrapped in off-white sugar paper and peeled them off to take a look.
The appetizer candy is not big, about the size of a broad bean, and has a milky white surface. If you look closely, you can see some shining spots, like starlight, and it looks very beautiful.
"It's beautiful, but it's not worth twenty yuan." The reporter muttered before eating the candy.
As soon as the candy enters the mouth, a hint of sweetness immediately lingers in the mouth. The reporter is like, it makes people feel a sweetness in the throat.
This sugar dissolves very quickly. When the feeling of sugar in your mouth disappears, a trace of extremely sour taste immediately spreads from the tip of your tongue to your throat, causing people to salivate directly.
"I feel even hungrier." The reporter swallowed involuntarily.
When he lowered his head and looked at the golden and crispy rice cake on the plate, it exuded the unique fragrance of rice grains and oil. The reporter could not hold back and picked up a piece with his chopsticks.
The rice cakes Yuan Zhou made were round, and with his increasingly severe obsessive-compulsive disorder, the circle was very regular, as if drawn with a compass.
"Click." The reporter bit into a semicircular gap.
There is nothing on the rice cake. It looks golden and about a finger thick. After you bite it open, you can clearly see the white rice grains inside.
"Crack, click, click." The rice cake made a crisp sound in his mouth.
The outer layer of rice cakes is fried to a golden color and becomes crispy. Because it was squeezed and crushed before frying, it only tastes fine and grainy.
Every time you chew it, the crushed rice grains make a crisp sound, and a burnt aroma fills your mouth.
"Well, it's delicious." The reporter couldn't help but chew faster.
This time I bit into the middle of the rice cake. The rice grains there were soft and not stained with a trace of oil. It tasted very refreshing and had the fragrance of the rice grains themselves.
And because it has been crushed, it still tastes like glutinous rice, and the texture is completely different from the crispy outer shell.
"Crack." The reporter took another bite and started eating.
Only this time he tasted the salty taste, which was in the soft rice grains in the middle, with a slight salty taste, so that the greasy feeling of frying was completely soothed.
Because it was slightly salty, the more I ate, the more I wanted to eat it. After a while, the reporter finished two pieces of fried rice cakes very quickly.
"It's delicious." The reporter relished the fragrance in his mouth. When he opened his eyes, he saw the glass of water again. He picked up the glass and drank it in one gulp.
"The water feels like the well water I drank when I was a kid. It's so sweet." The reporter put down the cup.
At this time, there was only one deflavored candy left on the table in front of me, and the reporter was reluctant to eat it even while holding the candy.
As for the reporter's idea of how to dig a hole and guide him before eating, he couldn't think of it at all now. He could only count in his mind how many times he could eat at Yuanzhou's shop with his money.
This reporter did not come here for no reason, but someone invited him to come.
Ps: Caimao has been sorting out the plot of the novel in the past two days, because the simplified Chinese novel is finally going to be published. Hehe, I am super happy. It is almost finished, so I apologize, I am really sorry.