1082 Pants in the wind

Ling Hong didn't tell them about the news of grandfather Ling. He only told them what Grandpa Jia had done when he was alive.

Because of this, everyone went to Grandpa Jia's grave again after breakfast.

Naturally, Yuan Zhou prepared a large table of good dishes and carried them to the grave. This time, everyone ate a little together in front of Grandpa Jia's grave.

It was just like when he was in the store.

Time passed very quickly, and in the blink of an eye, the weather became hot. The most obvious change was that the customers who were afraid of the heat had begun to wear short sleeves, while the female customers had begun to wear long and short skirts.

Yuan Zhou, on the other hand, was still wearing the same Han Chinese clothing, except that the fabric was changed into light and breathable linen with long sleeves.

It was just that when he cooked now, he would show his two muscular arms.

As Yuan Zhou always wore long sleeves and long pants in the restaurant, master Cheng, who was most afraid of heat, became very curious.

Therefore, when lunchtime was over, master Cheng didn't leave. Instead, he stood there and asked curiously.

"Master Yuan, don't you feel hot?" Looking at the Han Chinese clothing that was wrapped up to Yuan Zhou's neck, master Cheng asked curiously.

"A calm heart will naturally cool." Yuan Zhou answered naturally.

"Didn't you always use these words to deceive children?" Master Cheng mumbled.

"No, it's true," Yuan Zhou said primly.

"It's not hot in the shop. " Yuan Zhou looked at master Cheng who still wanted to say something and then said lightly.

"That's true. It's not hot at all in our restaurant. It's especially cool. Most importantly, it doesn't feel like it's because of the air-conditioner. It's natural." Master Cheng stroked his fat belly and said honestly.

"Yes, a natural cooling system." Yuan Zhou nodded his head.

"If only this technology could be used in the outside world. Then I wouldn't have to sweat anymore." Master Cheng looked at the bright sun outside and said with a lingering fear.

Yuan Zhou took a look at master Cheng and said nothing.

"Master Yuan, please don't laugh at me. It's mainly because I'm too fat that I'm afraid of the heat." Master Cheng touched his own belly and said embarrassedly.

"Yes." Yuan Zhou nodded his head and didn't say anything.

Speaking of which, Yuan Zhou's clothes were also very strange recently. It was just that no one knew about it.

Yuan Zhou's current daily Han Chinese clothing was a shirt and a skirt, which was made of cloth.

Normally, he should be wearing a pair of long pants inside in case of emergencies. However, Yuan Zhou was wearing a pair of big pants inside.

"It's convenient, comfortable, and cool this way. " Yuan Zhou thought inwardly.

As a chef, Yuan Zhou felt that he had to make sure that he didn't sweat or didn't sweat too much. Only in this way could he make the best dishes seriously, even when he was sculpting. That's right, all of this was to improve his cooking skills.

Therefore, Yuan Zhou didn't feel the cold at all. He opened the partition in the kitchen and prepared to sit outside and sculpt.

Yuan Zhou walked naturally and freely. No one could tell that Yuan Zhou was not even wearing pants below.

"Master Yuan, you're really amazing. You can actually go out and practice carving in such tight clothes." Master Cheng felt deeply impressed and ashamed.

Ashamed of his fear of heat, master Cheng immediately made up his mind to learn from Yuan Zhou earnestly when he saw Yuan Zhou sit down earnestly.

"Ta ta ta". Master Cheng walked to the door in two steps and decided to stand beside Yuan Zhou and watch him sculpt. He didn't care about the scorching sun after lunch.

"You're not going back today?" Yuan Zhou fiddled with the sculpting tools and asked without turning his head.

"I won't go. I want to watch master Yuan sculpt." Master Cheng nodded his head firmly and said earnestly.

"Alright, then we'll start sculpting tofu today." Yuan Zhou nodded his head and then carried a basin of clear water out.

"Thank you, master Yuan." Master Cheng was touched.

Of course, he should be touched. Although master Cheng was good at cooking, he was not good at carving.

Ever since he had seen the tofu sculpting last time, he had only told Yuan Zhou about it once. Now that Yuan Zhou said he wanted to sculpt, he naturally showed him.

Yuan Zhou didn't say anything. He just took out two pieces of tender tofu he bought outside, one of which was about the size of an adult man's palm.

There was aged skin on the top and bottom of the tofu, and the White and tender tofu could be seen from both sides.

The tofu was placed on the bamboo chopping board. It looked shaky and tender.

On the other side, there were also carrots, white radishes, and beautiful radishes of the soul. There were also some vegetables suitable for carving, as well as a 20-centimeter ice cube that was emitting a cool air.

That's right. Nowadays, Yuan Zhou didn't just buy radishes to sculpt. These ingredients would also be served in the afternoon, which was a longer time.

Yuan Zhou's purpose was to practice his knife skills from soft to hard or from hard to soft.

Just when Yuan Zhou was observing the tofu carefully and master Cheng was also staring at the tofu attentively, a Big Horn sound suddenly sounded on the street.

It was a very classic old song, and the trumpet was singing with all its might,"the bitter sand blows on my face, and it hurts like a father scolding my mother. The tears of my kiss will never be forgotten. When I was young, I liked to be alone by the sea, rolling up my pants and stepping on the beach barefooted."

Yuan Zhou knitted his brows subconsciously. Such a loud singing voice was undoubtedly a demonic sound penetrating his brain for Yuan Zhou, who had an amazing hearing ability. Instantly, his ears and head hurt from the vibration.

"What the hell is this?" Even master Cheng couldn't help looking at the place where the music was coming from.

Yuan Zhou's restaurant was located in the middle of the street of Taoxi road. As the lunch time of the restaurant had just passed, the other restaurants were still busy at the moment. Therefore, there were still quite a lot of people on the street.

However, master Cheng noticed the noisy crowd at first glance because it was very conspicuous.

It was an old man with gray hair, who looked to be in his fifties or sixties, pushing a wheelbarrow. On it was a middle-aged man who looked to be disabled, with his bent trousers empty and his arms turned out.

With Yuan Zhou's eyesight, he could still see a piece of A4 paper sealed with plastic on the board. Written on it was a slogan,"there are old and young at home, and the deceased miners hope for everyone's charity."

The two of them stopped at the entrance of every shop. They didn't talk and just stopped at the entrance of other shops, playing loud music, and asking for money with a small bucket of paint in their hands.

There was some money inside. It seemed that someone had paid for it.

"Why is this person here?" Master Cheng asked with puzzlement.

"You know him?" Yuan Zhou asked.

"I've seen these two people on another street. I didn't expect them to come here today to ask for money." Master Cheng said with a frown.

Before Yuan Zhou could answer, master Cheng immediately said,""Boss Yuan, please go in first. I'll handle this matter."

"These two people look like scammers and professional beggars. People like them won't leave until they get the money. Please go in and I'll deal with them." Master Cheng tidied up his short-sleeved shirt and appeared to be ready to solve the problem by force.

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