"A person can cook at the speed of a restaurant's kitchen." While President Xue was still watching the idols, Wanzhou grilled fish had been served.

Mr. Xue, who came for the first time, was shocked by Yuanzhou's speed.

"General Xue, you can't say this objectively." Zheng Jiawei said: "It's like the kitchen of a restaurant, which can catch up with the speed of boss Yuan alone."

"Uh……"

It makes sense that President Xue was speechless, but the next moment his attention was drawn to the grilled fish on the table.

The Wanzhou grilled fish cooked in Yuanzhou is not the same as the ones on the market. There is no so-called spicy, vine pepper or any beancurd flavor.

Although Mr. Xue, a native of Rongcheng, is familiar with the Sichuan cuisine reform, he belongs to the "fake Sichuanese" and is not very spicy.

So when one end of the grilled fish came up and saw the red peppers and green peppers on it, Mr. Xue felt in his heart that he might not be full today.

"I forgot to say less spicy, but Chef Yuan's craftsmanship is definitely a loss." Mr. Xue considered it a bit, and thought about the rules of the kitchen God's shop. If he didn't finish it, he would be on the blacklist of.

After being on the blacklist, he could not eat with Wumen Yan. President Xue picked up his chopsticks and peeled off a piece of back meat first. The meat here was thick. President Xue ordered Qianyu without spines, so he was not worried.

At the stroke of chopsticks, a large piece of meat with a garlic clove shape was removed. The white fish was lined with some slightly burnt fish skin, and the appetizing spicy smell kept digging into the nose.

"It's so fragrant, it smells so appetizing." President Xue began to produce saliva.

"Hum!"

Putting a mouthful into his mouth, the spicy taste that President Xue worried about appeared, but not unacceptably spicy, but with a little sweetness, mixed with a little spicy taste, just like the icing on the cake, the spicy taste was not at all Noisy guests take the lead, accompanied by the sweet taste of fish.

"It seems that there are so many red peppers and green peppers, but the spicy taste is completely acceptable, is it a coincidence?" Mr. Xue was going to bring a hot partner to try again.

Of course, that's what happened afterwards. Now that total appetite of Xue is wide open, a chopstick fish meat is served with a slightly hardened fish skin, and then the sauce at the bottom of the plate is so delicious!

"The green bamboo shoots are so crisp and crisp, why don't I come here earlier?"

Mr. Xue not only eats fish, but also the side dishes in it. They feel no worse than the taste of fish, and each has its own flavor.

After eating half a fish and some side dishes, President Xue felt that he was not full at all, but looked at the eaves of Wumen next to him.

"Isn't it?" Mr. Xue finally looked up and was frightened.

Wuhai has put four empty plates in front of him. The others do n’t know. One of them is exactly the same as the one in front of him, and he ca n’t admit it.

"I thought about how fast I ate." President Xue figured out a truth: "I heard that Picasso was quite able to eat when he was young. It is called a Malaga barrel. Is the painter's ability and eating a success? Proportional? "

According to this theory, President Xue felt that he would not be a painter in his life.

Immediately, a plate of dishes was served in front of Wuhai, and the black beasts ate them all at a very fast speed.

Mr. Xue also buried his head and continued to eat, eating fish and side dishes and eating pepper.

"It's delicious." President Xue touched his red lips, his face full of red light, and what he ate was called contentment.

When the chopsticks were extended again, nothing caught.

"Yeah, finished?" Mr. Xue was a little bit embarrassed, thinking that it would take some effort to eat a piece of Wanzhou grilled fish, but he thought it was gone before he knew it.

"Dad likes reboiled meat the most. I would like to help with the taste first." Mr. Xue said in his heart, and he was so relieved that Su Ruoyan ordered another reboiled meat.

It's not that he doesn't want to order more. Mr. Xue thinks that one dish is the best, or else it will definitely be worth the money.

Next, President Xue followed this method and followed the same method. After ordering two more dishes, it was considered to be an end. There was no way to eat the throat. Although there was no way to satisfy his heart, he couldn't stop the stomach.

"Mr. Zheng, can Chef Yuan take away here?" President Xue wanted to bring a copy to his father.

"As far as I know, it should be impossible," Zheng Jiawei replied.

Mr. Xue said, "Why not take it out? It's also part of the business."

"Boss Yuan should be worried that the take-out time is uncertain and will affect the taste of the food, so before the problem is solved, take-out and take-out should be impossible." Zheng Jiawei said.

Mr. Xue is a little disappointed, but also admires Yuan Zhou. Nowadays, he chooses between money and taste. Most of them choose the former.

Zheng Jiawei's statement is completely correct. So far, Yuanzhou has sent Xiaoqing and Wuhai several times for takeaway, but in these several times, Yuanzhou has not delivered it by himself, and he probably knows how long it can reach the diners.

For example, in the last steamed dumpling, Yuanzhou estimated the time it took Zheng Jiawei to get to the hospital, and then made the dumplings harder.

If you want to take out and take away, Yuanzhou can't always ask everyone how much time to eat, it is too unscientific.

Closer to home, although Wu Hai ordered a lot, but his speed was fast, basically it was after eating with Mr. Xue before and after his feet, without any delay.

Mr. Xue had to go to see his dad and they separated from Zheng Jiawei. When they were on the road, they picked a restaurant and packed a piece of back-boiled meat and a piece of white rice. Direction.

"Dad, are you busy?" Xue saw the figure shaking in the shed far away.

Gray hair, dark face, and old-fashioned leather skirt are the uncle Xue who met Yuanzhou before.

"I didn't see that I was busy, what to ask, specifically for nonsense." Uncle Xue glanced at President Xue with an angry expression.

"Did you have dinner, otherwise you would go back and eat it, it won't be displayed in the afternoon." President Xue was a little helpless.

"So what if I leave, what if someone can't find the place to repair the shoes?" Uncle Xue immediately refused.

"You can eat first, it's okay, otherwise you don't have the energy to repair your shoes." Finally, Mr. Xue finally picked out a sentence that Uncle Xue liked to hear.

"Um." Uncle Xue answered with a cold face.

Mr. Xue put the food on the table. Uncle Xue saw the hot pot meat and seaweed egg soup, and nodded his favorite.

In fact, President Xue and Uncle Xue had a very good relationship in the early years. After all, President Xue lost his mother. Uncle Xue was a father and a mother, and it was hard to pull him into adulthood.

But since President Xue was able to earn money to support the family by himself, conflicts have come out. President Xue hopes that Uncle Xue can enjoy his old age, so don't come out and set up a shoe repair, but Uncle Xue thinks he can move, and this job can be continued Going on, this is the responsibility.

The two had different ideas, and then they started to rise, especially after President Xue founded the company.

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ps: Let's open the takeaway app, then search for "Wanzhou grilled fish" and click Add to buy.