1127 The crayfish that loves to be complimented

On the other end, master Cheng hurriedly rushed home. When he passed by a fruit store, he specially bought durians.

However, master Cheng didn't buy a golden pillow, but a more delicious Cat Mountain King durian. He tried to bribe his wife in this way.

Of course, he still obediently bought two. One was already cooked and could be eaten immediately, while the other was the kind that needed to be left for two days before it could be eaten.

On the other side, Yuan Zhou was quietly sitting on a chair in his kitchen and having a rest.

"The crayfish is really popular." Yuan Zhou tapped his right arm lightly with his left hand and sighed.

That's right. Yuan Zhou's hands were a little sore, or rather, he was a little tired.

"Let's take a break and check out the new crayfish. " Yuan Zhou didn't move from his seat. He was just making arrangements in his heart.

About five minutes later, Yuan Zhou got up and opened the partition. Then, he walked to the courtyard of the pub.

"Fortunately, the system is quite humane. Otherwise, it would be impossible to eat crayfish every day." Yuan Zhou said inwardly.

That's right. The system was indeed very user-friendly. The crayfish provided by Yuan Zhou for the first time needed to be carefully fed, changed the water, and spit out sand. But later on, the crayfish that had finished spitting out sand could be provided.

The chef system was indeed worthy of its reputation. It did this so that Yuan Zhou could handle the crayfish himself. When Yuan Zhou learned how to handle the crayfish, the system started to provide the crayfish that had finished spitting the sand again. As expected, it did everything to improve his culinary skills.

Yuan Zhou didn't really care about that. However, as soon as he walked to the side of the pond where the crayfish were kept, he subconsciously picked up a book.

"I can read a poem collection." Yuan Zhou was standing at the edge of the crayfish pond, holding a book with a hard cover in his hands.

On the cover was a row of gold-stamped words," 300 Tang Poems." There were also three small dots on the cover, indicating that it was a hardcover version.

Yuan Zhou opened the poem collection and then started to read it to the crayfish,""You come from your hometown, so you should know the matters of your hometown. In the future, before the beautiful window, will the winter plum blossom blossom?"

"This poem is about someone who just came from the poet's hometown. He must understand the ways of the world in his hometown. That's why the poet asked him if he knew if the wintersweet flower in front of the carved window in his house had bloomed. " Not only did Yuan Zhou read the poem, he also read the explanation carefully.

"Alright, let's start with the next song." Yuan Zhou took a look at the crayfish in the pond and then continued to read the next poem aloud.

Yuan Zhou's voice was clear, the volume was just right, and his actions were experienced. The poem collection in his hand had already turned over half a page. Obviously, he had read it for a long time.

This behavior was quite strange. He was reading a poem to the crayfish, which started from the day Yuan Zhou got the ingredients for the crayfish.

"I'm fine with it if I need to be confident in feeding the sand, but what's the meaning of this poem collection?" Yuan Zhou pointed at the hardcover version of 300 Tang Poems by the side of the pond and asked.

The system displayed,[according to experimental research, whether it is a green plant or a living creature, often hearing literary masterpieces or praises will help them grow and develop.]

"So?" While taking the poem collection in his hand, Yuan Zhou had a bad feeling in his heart.

The system displayed,[the host can read this poem collection to the crayfish when he changes the water and feeds the crayfish with sand every day so that they can grow better and their meat is more delicious.]

"I have an idea." Yuan Zhou said.

However, the system didn't reply. Yuan Zhou didn't care about that and continued,""You like to listen to nice things? In fact, I also like to hear it. System, why don't you try to praise me every day? maybe my cooking skills will improve faster this way. "

The system displayed,[the ingredients provided by the system listen to poetry and classical music every day. The food that needs to be fed is all fed by beautiful humans. That's why the meat is so delicious.]

"Okay, I'll read it." Yuan Zhou felt quite helpless. However, after hearing the system's explanation, he also picked up the poem collection and prepared to read it.

"However, do you want to consider my suggestion? I'm very serious." Yuan Zhou said at the end.

Of course, the system did not reply.

In fact, Yuan Zhou really believed what the system said. Therefore, ever since he got the crayfish, Yuan Zhou would spend some time to read poems to them every day.

See, even if he didn't need to feed the sand now, it would still subconsciously come.

Yuan Zhou believed that the system loved to hear good words. He believed it very much. Therefore, he read those words of praise online to improve his cooking skills, not for anything else.

"Yes, everything is to improve my cooking skills." After he finished reading the poem, Yuan Zhou took out his phone and started to read the news praising him on the internet and the comments left by customers.

Regardless of whether they complimented his craftsmanship or his good looks, Yuan Zhou accepted all of them. He didn't refuse them and looked at them very seriously.

After he felt better, Yuan Zhou began to prepare to sculpt to consolidate his cooking skills as usual.

When it was dinnertime, more and more customers came. This time, Wu Hai came down 10 minutes earlier than usual and finally regained the first place.

Because the dinner time was only two hours, the number of people eating was almost fixed, which made the customers line up even earlier.

However, because Yuan Zhou had served the crayfish, the other restaurants also served the crayfish one after another in order to attract the customers who didn't eat it in Yuan Zhou's restaurant.

Therefore, the entire Taoxi road had once again entered a period of explosive increase in the number of people. Many people had come here just to eat crayfish.

At dinnertime, master Cheng and Zhou Jia arrived at the restaurant almost at the same time. As soon as they arrived, they started to fight for work.

Looking at master Cheng's lively and vigorous appearance, jumping up and down, he should be fine.

During the two-hour dinner time, the restaurant was full as usual, and customers came in an endless stream.

And today, almost everyone who entered the restaurant had a serving of crayfish in front of them.

"Fortunately, the shrimp shell system will recycle it. Otherwise, I would have to pour a lot of shrimp shells every day." After the dinner time ended and all the customers left, Yuan Zhou stretched his back without a trace.

"Alright, we're drinking tonight. Zhao Mei, you should go home too." Yuan Zhou looked at master Cheng who was still in the restaurant and said.

"Okay, master." A smile appeared on master Cheng's chubby face. He nodded and then prepared to leave.

After master Cheng walked out of the restaurant, Yuan Zhou went upstairs and took a garbage bag, preparing to throw the garbage out.

This habit was formed because of the old man who picked up scraps in the past and still remained until now. However, Yuan Zhou didn't throw away the dishes anymore. Instead, he threw away the domestic garbage that he could clearly distinguish.

Master Cheng didn't turn on his phone until he had walked far away from Yuan Zhou's restaurant and was about to reach the street corner.

That's right. Master Cheng started to turn off his phone in Yuan Zhou's restaurant.

However, as soon as he turned on the phone, a call came in immediately. When he tapped on the screen, it was still 'wife'. Master Cheng heaved a sigh and picked up the phone.

"Cheng zhaomei, did you forget what I said this afternoon? you actually turned off your phone." The female voice said sharply.

"Honey, I didn't forget." Master Cheng sounded a little tired.

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