Gourmet Food Supplier

"Call, eat it, eat it well." Yin Ya spit out the gas, his face filled with a smile.

"Knowledge" carefully took off the oil-filled gloves, Yin Ya took out a paper towel and wiped it.

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

"I didn't eat much at noon, so I was too hungry."

Yin Ya’s face was a little red, obviously it was a little embarrassed. He muttered in his mouth, and he didn’t know who to say to him. Seeing no one to see her, this naturally got up and left.

"Yuan boss is really annoying, so delicious, actually finished eating a whole chicken, it is terrible." Yin Ya went out and couldn't help but turn back and stunned Yuanzhou, and then left.

Yuanzhou, who felt keen, was naturally conscious, and looked up at Yinya’s seat subconsciously, his face was puzzled.

"It’s so clean to eat, it’s very appetizing, the girl is really strange, the beautiful is more strange.” Yuanzhou secretly said.

"Yuan Boss, I think you should call this hand to tear the salt pheasant." Wuhai said with a clear mouth.

"This is Dongjiang salt pheasant." Yuanzhou said seriously.

"Know know, but now it's not tearing, the taste is really good, this soup is better than the soup."

"Yeah." Yuanzhou nodded, then prepared to turn back to the kitchen.

But at this time, someone called Yuanzhou.

"Yuan Boss, trouble you." The person who called Yuanzhou was called Zong Lin. He was wearing a casual suit and a short hair. He looked very spiritual and looked like a twenty-seven.

Sitting with him is a somewhat old middle-aged man with a slightly curved back and a well-developed arm muscle. It should be Zonglin’s father.

"What is it." Yuanzhou turned back and asked.

"This is the case, I want to hold a cooking competition with my father, I hope you can be a referee." Zong Lin was very polite when he spoke to Yuanzhou, but he was full of grievance when he said his father.

"Oh." The middle-aged man on the side clearly heard it and snorted at Zonglin.

"Sorry, don't do it." Yuanzhou refused directly, and even did not consider it.

"Amount, good, disturbing Yuan boss." Zong Lin stunned, this is apologetic.

"Nothing." Yuanzhou did not say much, went directly to the kitchen.

The two men, Yuanzhou, knew each other. They didn’t come to eat often, but they remembered them deeply, but not because they were chefs, but because they both quarreled every time.

Although the two people know that public places are depressing the sound, there is no difference to Yuanzhou. They can still listen to the quarrel between the two in the ear from beginning to end.

"This problem is not a game that can be solved." Yuanzhou knows this very well, and this is why he refuses.

"Let you not do much, you don't listen, now you know that you are losing face." The middle-aged man whispered to Zong Lin.

"The boss of Yuan, who did not say anything, just disagreed." Zong Lin directly retorted.

"A refusal is not enough. I still want others to refuse more than twice. I have never been able to do things, and I have to learn a thing." The middle-aged man squats at Zonglin and directly blames him for nothing.

"This is not necessarily the case, I am going to learn Western food, it is always better than you." Zong Lin is not willing to show weakness, and his father dad.

"What kind of Western food you are is just chaos, you know that you are wasting things, cutting a wire, you can't use it here, you can't use it there, just use the middle piece, this is not a half-hanger." The middle-aged man directly yelled.

"You don't understand at all. We are the perfection of pursuing art. Unlike your own practice, everything is mixed into one pot." Zong Lin couldn't help but bite his teeth, which made him cry.

The two of them are like you. I am arguing with each other. If there are people on the side, they both know that they are driving down the voice. Otherwise, the middle-aged man has already been beaten, but it is too loud. .

What is rare is that the sound is really low, so it hardly affects other people, but the behavior of the two is still not good.

"Today's dinner opening hours are here, please come early tomorrow." This noisy quarreled the end of the dinner opening hours of the Yuanzhou store.

"Stepping on the pedals" continued to follow the footsteps, because Yuanzhou refused, this time the two also quarreled in a fierce place.

"I am still not your old man, do you not listen to what?" The middle-aged man screamed with anger.

"Then I am still your son, can you not respect me once?" Zong Linyi stood up and asked in the same sentence.

"Respect, what do you want to respect, you can listen to me, come back tomorrow, go to what Western restaurant!" Middle-aged man followed up and stood up, stubborn and tough.

"You don't know Western food. I am going to a Michelin-starred restaurant. It's not just any restaurant." Zong Lin was cold and serious.

"I don't know Western food? I have been cooking for a lifetime. I don't understand anything. You are my son who has to listen to me in a day." The middle-aged man turned red and his tone was harder and he had no room for change.

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

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

“I used to have anything in the kitchen. You can make delicious fried rice with simple rice and eggs. It’s like a superman, but now I can, and no worse than you, I am also a chef.” Zong Lin Looking at his father's eyes, he said word by word.

"You are also a chef? You are still a newbie." The middle-aged man squatted for a while and subconsciously retorted.

"I am twenty-nine years old this year, I can already win the chef of any one Michelin star restaurant. I am a formal chef." Zong Lin once again stressed.

"Well, you are a chef in a fine restaurant. You can't get on the cook of my farmhouse. You have to fly and fly. Don't fold your wings and come back to me." The middle-aged man's face is tight, Zhangkou said After this sentence, I left the big stride.

"No, I have completed my childhood dream." Zong Lin's words drifted far into the ears of middle-aged men.

The middle-aged man couldn't help but think of Zong Lin when he was a child. He grew up and wanted to be a chef, a chef as powerful as him.

"Fortunately, my embarrassing request is low, so that I can mix and eat, just find a girlfriend, right, old." Yuanzhou, who witnessed the two quarrels, couldn’t help but look at his parents’ room on the second floor. Showing a satisfying smile.

"Boss, do you say that they will not come to eat in the future?" Zhou Jia, who was waiting for the two to leave, couldn't help but ask.

"Yes, of course." Yuanzhou said affirmatively.

"Why?" Zhou Jia looked curious.

After all, in her opinion, the father and son are almost like a break, and where will they come together to eat again. Is it what Yuan Bo found?

"Because I am doing something delicious." Yuanzhou said naturally.

"The amount, the boss said everything right." Zhou Jia stunned for a while.

"Yeah." Yuanzhou has nodded of course.

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Ps: There is a second more today~ The cat is working hard, how about the monthly ticket and the recommended ticket? Please, please~