Chapter 180 (1/2)

Chapter 180: Taste

“Um, opening hours end now.” With a nod, Yuan Zhou expressed his acceptance of Wu Hai’s admiration.

Wu Hai had accumulated plenty of bad words to say. But thinking of Yuan Zhou’s skills, he could only hold them back and then left with a grievance.

He had always believed that Boss Yuan would be beaten to death if he was not a chef. However, Wu Hai was wrong. He spoke as if no one wanted to beat Yuan Zhou to death even if he was a chef right now.

“Xiaoyun, come at noon.” Yuan Zhou nodded to Mu Xiaoyun at the side.

“Humm, I’m leaving, boss,” Mu Xiaoyun answered obediently with a smile.

As soon as the clock hands went to 9:30, a girl who carried a big bag on her back and a suitcase in her hand appeared at the door to Yuan Zhou’s restaurant.

She was wearing gray casual clothes. The lively ponytail and the comely face made her appear neat and clean.

“You are Boss Yuan, aren’t you?” When she saw Yuan Zhou at the door, the girl went up and asked for confirmation.

“Humm, I am. Nice to meet you, Painter Fang,” Yuan Zhou stepped forward and said.

“Nice to meet you, too. I will have to both you to tell me what you want done,” Painter Fang got straight to the point.

“Come over here and have a look.” Yuan Zhou was naturally quite happy when he found the girl spoke about work as soon as she arrived.

The painter was different from others, as she charged on the basis of the time used. It was great to save time.

“It’s this price list. I need you to draw a lotus flower on the wall, under the condition that these characters are not wiped,” Yuan Zhou led the girl into the restaurant and said to her while pointing to the price list on the wall.

Following a sound of “Peng”, Painter Fant put down the small suitcase in her hand and then started to observe the interior surroundings around.

After quite a while, she asked, “Do you need the kind that is dyed or not dyed?”

“Dyed. Please use the best dyestuff,” Yuan Zhou nodded.

“No problem. I charge 120 RMB per hour and I can finish it within about 5 hours,” Painter Fang told Yuan Zhou about the time required.

“Ok. When can you start?” Yuan Zhou nodded and didn’t bargain with her.

He had already inquired about the price. As expected, it was within the reasonable extent.

“I surely won’t disturb you during the opening hours. So what are your opening hours?” When the girl realized Yuan Zhou didn’t intend to shut the restaurant for this painting work, she said directly.

Subsequently, Yuan Zhou explained to her in detail his opening hours and Painter Fang confirmed the time to work accordingly. She was preparing to come in the afternoon to draw the outline first.

Once she came, however, she found in this plain-looking small restaurant, the business was unexpectedly booming. Even when she arrived ten minutes before the opening hours ended, there were still many people waiting in line outside the restaurant.

What she had no idea was that there were more people in Yuan Zhou’s restaurant in the evening.

At seven in the evening, cars were scattered everywhere in the narrow street. Some cars could only be parked along the main road.

“Honey, what kind of delicious dishes are there in such a remote place in the evening?” In a BMW series 3, a fashionably dressed woman said with discontent.

“The dishes here are especially delicious, but the boss doesn’t allow anybody to order take-out. You’ll know how tasty they are after eating. Let’s get off the car,” dressed in casual clothes, the man said with certainty.

“We get off here? What about the car?” The woman was quite surprised.

This was still at the side of the main road, where parking the car was not allowed.

“Never mind. Let’s just leave it here,” the man was very generous.

“God knows how many traffic tickets we are gonna receive after the meal in a while,” the footsteps of the woman emitted a discontented sound of “Da Da Da”.

“Let’s just go. The dishes are definitely worth it even if we get two more tickets. The opening hours of that restaurant is not long,” while speaking, the man went up and pulled the woman, walking in quick steps toward Yuan Zhou’s restaurant.

When the two arrived, there, as expected, were customers who had already lined up outside the door.

It was still when the restaurant was about to be closed that the man carrying wounds came. This time, the wounds on the man’s face became even more severe. Apart from the corner of his mouth that ruptured, one of his eyes had turned black and blue while the other was also ruptured at the corner; besides, all the wounds were still bleeding. He was just waiting in the line expressionlessly.

When it was his turn, he said to Yuan Zhou as usual.