1808 The next Zheng Jiawei

"Shua shua shua"

The kitchen knife in Yuan Zhou's hand was like an agile rabbit. Although this metaphor was a little inappropriate, it was really so as long as it looked like it. While moving, he lowered his head and gnawed on the radish. In the blink of an eye, the green radish in his hand had changed its appearance.

Today, he had an exchange with two Yunnan cuisine Masters and then Wu Hai was injured and needed to visit. Therefore, he had no time to practice his cutting skills. However, even if he had no time, he couldn't miss a day. Therefore, he temporarily saved half an hour of reading time.

Strictly speaking, Yuan Zhou had originally intended to squeeze out some time from his sleep. After all, reading books every day was also an accumulation of cooking skills. Yuan Zhou didn't want to delay it at all. However, he was stopped by the system before he could carry out the arrangement.

The reason for stopping him was very simple. Even if he could enter deep sleep very quickly with the help of the system, it wouldn't be good for his body if he fell asleep any less. Helplessly, Yuan Zhou could only settle for the next best thing.

Speaking of which, as mentioned before, Yuan Zhou's daily schedule had long been exposed on the internet. Many people admired him, but there was also a small number of netizens who didn't believe him, because they felt it was too boring. One or two days was fine, but how could anyone possibly persist for a long time?

It was normal that they didn't believe him, because they couldn't put themselves in his shoes. Therefore, they didn't believe him. Yuan Zhou had never come out to explain these doubts. After all, Yuan Zhou didn't work hard for others to see. Instead, he did that so that his cooking skills wouldn't deteriorate and could slowly improve.

"Speaking of which, system really does care about the host." Yuan Zhou muttered to himself and then asked,""How's the progress of the main mission? system, I find that you're getting lazier and lazier. In the past, you would urge me to complete the mission, but recently you don't remind me anymore."

The system displayed words to explain,[after upgrading to an intermediate chef, you are a mature chef. You don't need to remind me anymore.]

On hearing this explanation, Yuan Zhou suddenly thought,"you are already a mature vegetable knife. You have to learn how to cut things by yourself." Then, he denied such an unrealistic maturity in his heart. Thinking carefully, it was indeed so. It was indeed after he upgraded to an intermediate chef that the urging gradually became less and less.

Then, the system displayed the progress of the main mission: （23/30）

"The last nine-person exchange was very useful, but the gap is still not small." Yuan Zhou touched his smooth chin. If he were to proceed slowly, it would probably take him another year to complete this mission. Why was there still a year? it was because Turama had said that there would be the second exchange meeting of nine people, but the list of exchange would also change.

Therefore, no matter what, he could finish it by then. However, Yuan Zhou felt that one year was still too long.

Ever since the system had issued the mission, at the very beginning, it had specially requested that he didn't take the initiative to cause trouble. For example, he couldn't publicize the mission as it would damage his image. At that time, Yuan Zhou didn't understand it. Now ... Yuan Zhou still didn't understand what the system meant by image. Perhaps the image in the system's knowledge was different from that of people on earth?

Yuan Zhou didn't ask this question again.

The current mission had no such restrictions at all. Perhaps this was related to him becoming an intermediate chef.

"The sun is shining in the sky, the flowers are smiling at me ..."

With a ring, Yuan Zhou looked at his phone subconsciously. At first, he thought it was a phone call, but later he found it was a text message.

That's right. Yuan Zhou's ringtone was the same as the ringtone of his phone and his message. In his words, it was easier to distinguish the two ringtones with One Ring tone. Otherwise, if there were too many ringtones, it would be dazzling. Who would know who was who? although he said that, it didn't make any sense.

"It's a message from aunt Tong. " Yuan Zhou picked up the phone and saw the sender.

"Little Yuan, I expect to arrive on the last day of the end of the month. I'll stay until after the new year before leaving. I'll tell you the exact time then."

"Okay, I will pick you up when the time comes. Aunt Tong, you don't have to worry about the room you're staying in. I will also prepare it. You can just come back and play without worry."

[What's there to worry about when you leave it to little Yuan? now that little Yuan has become a famous chef, I'll see you then.]

[Good night. See you then.]

"That's great. Aunt Tong's return time has finally been set. " Yuan Zhou said.

Although he had said that he would come back during the Chinese New Year, he hadn't set the time yet. He couldn't possibly come back on the eve of Chinese New Year. The key was that he hadn't set the time yet, so it wasn't easy for Yuan Zhou to arrange the accommodation.

"It's getting late. Let's sleep."

While Yuan Zhou had already gone to bed on this side, boss Tong on the other side was still awake.

Perhaps it was because he had come out for a walk, but his mood had opened up, and his body had naturally recovered. His hair was still slightly gray, but his thin face had grown some meat. His skin had become ruddy, and he was full of energy.

"It's time to go back and have a look. Besides ..." Boss Tong leaned against the headboard and frowned slightly. It seemed that there were still some things that were up in the air.

People were like this. If they didn't force themselves, they would never make a decision.

The next day.

The sun rose from the horizon, and its golden-red light seeped out bit by bit, sprinkling over the dark land, bringing light and warmth. A new day had begun.

"I'm actually ranked first today. My luck is really good. The Black Beast's face must be very good. " Wang Hong wanted to edit his new book. Why would he do that? it was because many of the things he wrote could not be published.

Wang Hong, who hadn't slept for the entire night, came early to line up, intending to have breakfast to comfort himself. He didn't expect to receive such an unexpected surprise.

Those who came for breakfast were all old customers. They were quite familiar with Wu Hai, who had to be present for every meal, but not very familiar with him. They had seen Wu Hai's posture in the queue twice, so they were also very familiar with him. All of a sudden, the scene that they could see every day disappeared. Anyone would want to ask about it. Therefore, they started discussing in a low voice. Most of them guessed that Wu Hai had gone to write for a freshman or had some meeting.

"It must be because I'm too lucky. Maybe it's a sign that my next book sold well well." Don't think that Wang Hong was exaggerating. If you can get first place in master chef Restaurant, it would be a matter worth celebrating.

"It's not like that. Brother Wang Hong, brother Wu Hai is injured and is resting at home. As for whether the next book will sell well or not, it has more to do with the quality of the book and the market. Brother Wang Hong, you have to do your best!" The brat happened to hear everyone's discussion when he passed by with his school bag in the morning, so he casually added a sentence.

Wang Hong's smile froze. When he turned around, the brat had already gone to school.

"So you're injured. I can go and see the divine beast." Although his smile had frozen, Wang Hong still prepared to go and see Wu Hai.

"He's really well-informed. I guess he'll be the second Zheng Jiawei when he grows up. " Yuan Zhou pondered in his heart.

Zheng Jiawei's reputation was quite high in master chef Restaurant. In Mr. Wei's words, he hated sissy men, but Zheng Jiawei was the only one he didn't hate.

Regarding this comment, Zheng Jiawei once said in a casual chat,"I think the tone and the way of speaking are personal issues. Whether a man is a woman or not mainly depends on whether he can get hard at the critical moment. Aiya, I didn't drive."

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[Ps: the question is, who is more powerful, Zheng Jiawei or the grown-up brat?]

The noob cat worked hard to maintain its balance and not degenerate! My friends, you have to support the noob cat.