"Whew, I'm done eating, it's delicious. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info" Yin Ya exhaled, with a smile on her face.

"Sisuo" carefully took off the oil-stained gloves, and Yin Ya took out a tissue to wipe it.

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

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

Yin Ya's face was a little red, obviously a little embarrassed, she muttered a sentence in her mouth, and she didn't know who she was talking to, but when she saw that no one was looking at her, she naturally got up and left.

"Boss Yuan is really annoying, he made it so delicious, he actually ate a whole chicken, it's terrible. As soon as Yin Ya went out, she couldn't help but turn around and glare at Yuan Zhou, and then left.

Yuan Zhou, who had a keen sense, naturally had a sense of knowledge, and subconsciously looked up at Yin Ya's seat, with a puzzled expression on his face.

"Eating so cleanly, it should be very appetizing, right, girls are really weird, and beautiful is even stranger. Yuan Zhou said secretly in his heart.

"Boss Yuan, I think you should call it hand-torn salt-baked chicken. Wu Hai said clearly while eating.

"This is Dongjiang salt-baked chicken. Yuan Zhou said seriously.

"I know, I know, but now it's torn by hand, it tastes really good, and the soup that flows out of it tastes even better. "Wuhai was amazed while eating.

"Hmm. Yuan Zhou nodded, and then prepared to turn around and go back to the kitchen.

But at this time, someone stopped Yuan Zhou.

"Boss Yuan, I'm sorry for you. "The person who stopped Yuan Zhou was called Zong Lin, he was wearing casual clothes, short hair, he looked very energetic, and he was about twenty-seven or eighteen years old.

Sitting with him was a middle-aged man who was a little old, with a slightly bent back and a well-developed arm muscle, who should be Zong Lin's father.

"What's the matter. Yuan Zhou turned back and asked.

"That's right, I want to have a cooking competition with my father, and I hope you can be the judge. Zong Lin was very polite when he spoke to Yuan Zhou, but he was full of resentment when he talked about his father.

"Hmph. The middle-aged man on the side obviously heard it and snorted coldly at Zong Lin.

"Sorry, don't do it. Yuan Zhou directly refused, without even thinking about it.

"Uh, okay, excuse me Boss Yuan. Zong Lin was stunned for a moment, and then apologized embarrassedly.

"It's fine. Yuan Zhou didn't say much, and went back to the kitchen directly.

These two people Yuan Zhou knew each other, and they didn't come to eat often, but they remembered them deeply, but not because the two were also chefs, but because the two would quarrel every time they came.

Although the two knew that they would keep their voices low in public, there was no difference to Yuan Zhou, and they could still listen to the quarrel between the two from beginning to end.

"It's not a game that can be solved. Yuan Zhou knew this very well in his heart, and this was the reason why he refused.

"Don't worry about it, you don't listen, now you know it's a shame. The middle-aged man reprimanded Zong Lin in a low voice.

"Boss Yuan didn't say anything, he just didn't agree. Zong Lin retorted directly.

"It's not enough to say no, but you want others to refuse twice? The middle-aged man glared at Zong Lin and directly belittled him to nothingness.

"Not necessarily, I'm always better at Western food than you. Not to be outdone, Zong Lin choked with his father.

"What kind of Western food is just messy at all, you know that you waste things, cut into shreds, you can't use it here, you can't use it there, you only use the middle piece, it's not a half-hearted thing. The middle-aged man scolded directly.

"You don't understand at all, we are pursuing the perfection of art, unlike your approach, everything is mixed up. Zong Lin couldn't help gritting his teeth, so he lowered his voice and said.

The two of them are arguing with each other like this, if it weren't for the fact that there were people on the side all the time, and the two of them also knew to keep their voices down, otherwise the middle-aged man would have already broken out to beat people, but it was also very quarrelsome.

What is rare is that the voice is really low, so it hardly affects other people, but the behavior of the two is still bad.

"That's all for today's dinner, so please have an early tomorrow. This quarrel reached the end of the dinner business hours of the Yuanzhou shop.

The continuous footsteps of "stepping on the footsteps" went away, because they were rejected by Yuan Zhou, and at this time the two of them also quarreled fiercely.

"I'm still not you, you don't listen to anything?" the middle-aged man yelled angrily.

"Then if I'm still your son, you can't respect me once?" Zong Lin stood up and asked rhetorically in the same sentence.

"Respect, what respect do you want, just listen to me, come back tomorrow, go to a Western restaurant!" The middle-aged man stood up after him, his tone stubborn and tough.

"You don't understand Western food, I'm going to a Michelin-starred restaurant, not just any restaurant. Zong Lin's tone was cold and serious.

"I don't understand Western food, I've been cooking all my life, I don't understand anything, you are my son, you have to listen to me every day." The middle-aged man's face was flushed, his tone was tougher, and he looked like he had no room to turn around.

"Father, I will go, and I must go. Zong Lin directly stated his position.

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

"Once upon a time, you could do everything in the kitchen and make delicious egg fried rice with simple rice and eggs, like Superman, but now I can do it too, and I'm no worse than you, I'm also a chef. Zong Lin looked into his father's eyes and said word by word.

"You're a chef too? You're just a novice. The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment and subconsciously retorted.

"I'm 29 years old, I'm ready to be the head chef of a one-Michelin-starred restaurant, I'm a full-fledged chef. Zong Lin emphasized again.

"Okay, well, you are a chef in a high-end restaurant, you don't look down on me as a farmer's cook, if you want to fly, don't break your wings and come back to me." The middle-aged man's face tightened, and he opened his mouth to say this sentence and strode away.

"No, I've fulfilled my childhood dream. Zong Lin's words drifted far into the ears of the middle-aged man.

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

"It's good that my dad's requirements are low, so I can eat and find a girlfriend, right, dad. Yuan Zhou, who witnessed the quarrel between the two throughout the whole process, couldn't help but look at his parents' room on the second floor and showed a satisfied smile.

"Boss, do you think they will come to dinner in the future?" Zhou Jia on the side waited until the two of them left, and then couldn't help asking.

"Yes, of course. Yuan Zhou said affirmatively.

"Why?" Zhou Jia looked curious.

After all, in her opinion, the father and son seem to have broken up, where will they come to eat together again, could it be that Boss Yuan has discovered something?

"Because what I make is delicious. Yuan Zhou said naturally.

"Well, the boss is right. Zhou Jia choked for a while before saying.

"Hmm. Yuan Zhou nodded as a matter of course.

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ps: There is a second update today~ The vegetable cat is working hard, how about asking for a monthly ticket and a recommended ticket?