For the gratitude of Gabriel, Yuanzhou just nodded and did not say much.

Tonight's Yuanzhou is not in line with his usual image of whispering, and will chat with friends at the table during the cooking.

Although there are not many words, I will say a few words from time to time, and the atmosphere of the whole store is extraordinarily warm.

"Can you eat in the store today?" At this time, an old voice came from the door.

Yuanzhou looked up and stood outside the door with two old men, a man and a woman. The old man in the man wore a black down jacket, and the red face looked very spiritual.

The old woman is wearing a large red cotton jacket, and her body is slender. She can see that she still paints her makeup. It is neat and clean, and she is very intellectual and beautiful. She looks forward to Yuanzhou with her old man’s gaze.

"Of course, just can't order today." Yuanzhou Road.

"Nothing is ok, let's not pick, but what are you eating today?" the old man asked.

"Crisp meat fan soup." Yuanzhou Road.

"This is good, hot and soft, and you can eat." The old-fashioned lady who looked very elegant said with a smile.

"Right right, then we bothered." The old man smiled at Yuanzhou Road.

"No." Yuanzhou said that he continued to cook the soup.

The old man wearing Zhou Zheng was careful to take the old woman across the threshold, and then took the person to walk over to the side of the four-person table.

"I don't know how much this bowl of crispy pork soup?" asked the old woman after she sat down.

"Don't want money today, today's 30-year-old boss treats guests." Jiang Yan looked at the two old people and smiled and said.

"Well, I treat you." Yuanzhou was very rare to give Jiang Yan face, nodded directly.

"This is a lot of embarrassment." Granny said.

"Yeah, this year 30 has been bothering, not collecting money, how embarrassed." The old man also linked.

"Every year, the 30th of each year does not collect money." Yuanzhou Road.

"Oh, this way? That's the little boss, you are good." The old woman said.

"Yeah." Yuanzhou did not refute this time, faint nod, I am Yuanzhou, a good man!

"Right, the little boss gave us a bowl. It’s too big to eat too much." The old woman looked at Yuanzhou in Shengtang and immediately said.

"There are two pairs of spoon chopsticks." The old man smiled.

"Good." Yuanzhou nodded.

After the next, Yuanzhou then began to simmer soup, saying that it is crispy pork vermicelli soup, that is, crispy pork vermicelli soup, and it is a bowl of each person.

This crispy meat fan soup is in a big bowl of two or two. The pale white soup is filled with golden yellow boiled soft chopped pork. The fans sink in the bottom of the bowl, crystal clear, and it looks good. Sweet potato powder, you can see the star-like light in the fans.

That is the small bubble in the original fan, it will become like this after being cooked, and such fans will be especially delicious.

Golden crispy meat, pale green soup with green onion, and a white hot air on one end, the fragrance comes along.

"I think there is too little bowl." When Wu Hai Duan, I couldn't help it.

"According to everyone's appetite." Yuanzhou Road.

"I think the gentleman said it is reasonable, and the weight is really not much." Gabriel smelled the scent and used the lame Chinese language.

Yuanzhou looked at the foreigner who had recently been secretly called Garuru, and looked at his figure without any traces. Then he said, "Let's eat less."

"Yes, dinner should be eaten less, so that it is healthy." The old grandfather of the end of the soup also nodded.

"Nothing, I can digest I still paint at night." Wuhai said seriously.

"There is no such slang in our country." Gabriel said.

"We have it here." Yuanzhou said to continue to put the soup bowl on the table.

"The young people are really good at digesting, but such a big bowl is enough to eat." Grandpa advised.

Obviously, the grandfather and the old woman are the first to come to know nothing about the food of Wuhai and Gabriel.

"Take it up and let it go." Jiang Yan grabbed the collar of Wuhai and smoothly pulled the person to the side, himself on the front end of the soup.

Gabriel didn't want to be pulled, but he was very consciously standing by, but he didn't sit down immediately, but stood in the bowl and stood on the side.

"Snoring" Gabriel gently drank the hot soup.

A delicious, slightly salty, fried meat scent, and the quality of chopped green onions rush into the throat, making people feel a little bit unstoppable.

But Gabriel was not the first time to eat the dishes made by Yuanzhou, but he was still somewhat resistant. He just stopped drinking three times and stopped to say: "I heard that these days are very important festivals in China. Everyone will rest, why does Yuan Chef not rest?"

In this passage, Gabriel said that it was blunt, but it was still smooth.

"Know that in France, we should rest when we meet a holiday," Gabriel continued.

Indeed, this is true. In the Western conception, the rest day should be rested, and Yuanzhou is obviously not the case.

With his craft, he opened such a busy shop, cooking three times a day, not even a kitchen, whether it is preparing vegetables, washing vegetables, cutting vegetables and doing it, it is one hundred and sixty years a year. Five days a day, this naturally surprised Gabriel.

"A knife, the more grinding will be faster." Yuanzhou Road.

Gabriel couldn't understand this, or Zheng Jiawei actively translated Gabriel to understand.

After understanding, Gabriel showed his thumb to Yuanzhou: "Great."

Just as Gabriel was curious about Yuanzhou’s schedule, the first two couples on the other side had already started eating.

Yuanzhou not only gave them double tableware, but also gave them a small bowl, and they ate it.

This grandfather first gave the old woman a bowl of bread to her, and then said: "Come and eat, I smell very sweet."

"Well, it's really fragrant." The old woman took the chopsticks and the spoon and said directly.

"No, it seems that the cooking is very soft and should be chewed, try this meat." Grandpa pointed to the golden color, the soft skin of the crust.

"Well, you eat too. If it's cold, it's not good." The old woman said that she couldn't say more. She used a spoon to pick up a bite-sized crispy meat and stuff it into her mouth.

The two old people are really old. Although they look like they are full of teeth, they are actually dentures, and the taste is naturally degraded.

Therefore, the entrance to the crispy meat, the old grandmother first felt soft, rotten, and then a long-lost meat and very light salty spread in the mouth.

"Come on, oh," the grandmother began to chew.

It is said that the meat is fried, that is, it is certainly not so soft and rotten, but the actual is soft and tender, not as good as tofu, but it does not work hard to chew, and can also eat clearly. To the taste of the meat.

"This meat is delicious and has a meaty taste." Grandma said.

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