1159 Handmade cutlery
Yuan Zhou looked at the comments page by page seriously and then opened the various functions of the evaluation website carefully.
"They really did a good job." Yuan Zhou revealed a smile with a mild expression.
The more Yuan Zhou looked at it, the more he praised it in his heart. The proposal was proposed by Jiang Changxi, Ling Hong and Wu Hai. The plan was also made by them and the one who implemented it was Yu Chu. He really just played the role of a signboard.
"It seems like I have to work hard too." Yuan Zhou put down his phone and made a decision in his heart. Then, he took up the vegetable knife and started to sculpt in the kitchen.
It was just that the ingredients Yuan Zhou used to sculpt had long been replaced by non-ingredients, which were all wood, bamboo, and stones.
"Fortunately, this is a miracle vegetable knife. Otherwise, I wouldn't dare to do this." Yuan Zhou touched the knife gently and sighed with emotion in the heart.
If it were any other vegetable knife, it would have been damaged long ago. However, this miracle vegetable knife was still as sharp as new as long as it was ground twice a day.
Yuan Zhou was immersed in the sculpting and couldn't get out of it. When it was time to go to bed, there were already a lot of plates and utensils beside him.
Tomorrow, he would be preparing to change the tableware in the restaurant to his own carvings. He believed that all the diners would be surprised.
Speaking of which, Yuan Zhou was really ruthless. Not only did he have to cook the ingredients himself, but now he even had to make his own tableware.
In just one night, Yuan Zhou felt that his sculpting skills had improved again. He washed up and went to bed contentedly.
In the morning, Yin ya still didn't come over for breakfast. She must be sleeping in. However, after breakfast, Yuan Zhou still got distracted and thought about the possibility that she might have a serious cold.
Finally, after he studied nutrition and breeding for one and a half years, he found that it was unlikely. With this idea in mind, Yuan Zhou started to sculpt seriously after stewing the double white soup.
"Master, what are you stewing?" Cheng Yu asked curiously.
It was the first time Cheng Han had seen Yuan Zhou leave the stove on after the business hours.
"Double white soup." Yuan Zhou fiddled with the sculpting materials and didn't even raise his head.
"What's double white soup?" Cheng Han carefully thought about the types of soup she knew, but he didn't know anything.
"It's for a cold. " Yuan Zhou said.
"Grandmaster, you've caught a cold?" Cheng Cheng started to walk in circles in front of Yuan Zhou nervously and kept observing what was different about Yuan Zhou.
"It wasn't me," Yuan Zhou raised his head and looked at Cheng Han, who was swaying in front of him like a rabbit. He felt helpless.
"That's good. If my dad knows that you've caught a cold, he'll beat me to death. " Cheng Cheng patted his chest and heaved a sigh of relief.
"No, a cold is a natural physical phenomenon." Yuan Zhou said solemnly.
"I know, but my dad won't think that way." Cheng Han stuck out his tongue and complained in a low voice.
Yuan Zhou didn't say much. He just picked up the knife and started to practice.
"Wait, I don't think I've ever seen you eat before. When do you eat?" Cheng Yu suddenly asked curiously.
Cheng Han's father was a chef himself. She knew that many chefs worked on an empty stomach. However, they usually only ate at two times. One was to eat breakfast before lunch and then work. The other was to eat after the meal time. However, she had never seen Yuan Zhou eat at all.
"Sometimes it's too early, sometimes it's too late. It's normal to not meet one." Yuan Zhou said indifferently.
"Be careful of your stomach." Cheng Yu said carefully.
"I won 't." Yuan Zhou said with certainty.
Yuan Zhou was quite confident when he said that, because his mealtime was never fixed. He would eat whenever he was hungry. Of course, he would only eat after the working hours were over.
But even so, his stomach was still strong, even better than before.
Seeing Yuan Zhou being so certain, Cheng Cheng didn't say anything more. He just made up his mind to start supervising Yuan Zhou to eat.
"I'm so cute. I won't be beaten to death if I supervise him every day. " Cheng Han raised his hand and pinched his face, feeling a little uncertain.
Just as Cheng Han's imagination was running wild and Yuan Zhou was sculpting seriously, the double white broth in the pot emitted a faint fragrance.
"It smells so good." Cheng Cheng wrinkled his nose, sniffed hard, and then sighed.""Grandmaster is Grandmaster. Even when Grandmaster makes a medicinal cuisine, there's no medicinal smell. There's only fragrance. I want to try it."
However, Yuan Zhou couldn't hear Cheng Cheng's praise, because he was concentrating on sculpting.
The time in the morning was always short. Yuan Zhou had only spent one and a half hours sculpting. At 9:30, the sound of high heels knocking on the ground came closer.
On hearing the voice, Yuan Zhou, who was preparing to change his sculpting equipment, suddenly stopped and looked up.
The owner of the sound of high-heeled shoes was Yin ya.
Perhaps because she was resting, Yin ya dressed more leisurely and fairy-like today than yesterday.
She was wearing a white knee-length dress with a belt and a pair of white high-heeled sandals. Her long hair was tied into a ponytail, and the end of her hair was curled. She looked less professional and more beautiful and playful.
When Yin ya was walking, the ends of her hair swayed slightly and the edge of her skirt turned up into beautiful flowers.
"Wow, sister ya is so pretty today." Cheng Cheng was the first to step forward and praise him.
"Thank you," he said. Yin ya took a look at Yuan Zhou and then reached out her hand to brush her hair behind her ears.
"The soup is ready." Yuan Zhou stood up and said directly.
"Yes." Yin ya nodded her head.
"So Grandmaster's double white soup is for sister ya? Sister ya, did you catch a cold?" Looking at Yin ya's rosy face, Cheng Cheng was a little puzzled.
"No, I didn 't," Yin ya gritted her teeth and felt a burst of helplessness inwardly.
"I understand," Cheng Cheng was suddenly enlightened. Then, he immediately turned around and said to Yuan Zhou,"Master, I'm going back for lunch. I'll come back in the afternoon."
After saying that, Cheng Han winked and pouted at Yuan Zhou in the direction of Yin ya. However, Yuan Zhou was just lowering his head to arrange the sculpting materials and didn't see that.
"You're so early today?" Yuan Zhou raised his head only after hearing that.
"Yeah, I'm early today." After Cheng Cheng finished speaking, he immediately waved his hand and walked quickly.
"This little girl." Yuan Zhou heaved a sigh and then watched the person walk away vivaciously.
"Maybe she ate early today." Yin ya said.
"Perhaps. Come in and have some soup." While saying that, Yuan Zhou turned his body sideways to let Yin ya in.
The door of Yuan Zhou's restaurant had always been small. It was more than enough for one person to pass through. However, the two of them could only squeeze through.
Although Yuan Zhou and Yin ya weren't standing side by side, they still brushed against each other when Yin ya entered the restaurant as Yuan Zhou was standing at the door.
When Yin ya's bare, white, and tender arm brushed against Yuan Zhou's firm forearms, Yuan Zhou directly stepped back before he could think of anything else. On the other hand, Yin ya's face turned pink as she walked into the restaurant with her lips pursed.
"Have a seat first, I'll get you some." While saying that, Yuan Zhou directly opened the partition and walked into the kitchen.
Yin ya's face was a little red. Just when she was about to say something, a burst of hurried footsteps as if they were on fire rushed into the restaurant.
"Compass, what good food did you make behind my back? It's said that I'm the only one who can be the test subject. Yin ya is a girl. " It was none other than Wu Hai who had smelled the faint fragrance of green onion.
Holy shit, this dog, this dog's nose ...
