Chapter 243 (1/2)

Chapter 243: Wu Hai’s Younger Sister

It was still early and the village was very tranquil when Yuan Zhou got up. Those who got up even earlier had already gone out while those who still stayed in bed were sleeping. Therefore, there was barely anybody showing up in the streets.

Carrying his small backpack on the shoulder, Yuan Zhou took a cloth bag which was filled with the dried golden mushroom and walked toward Mr. Ma house with a lively look.

It was, naturally, for bidding him farewell at this time of day.

Ten minutes later, Yuan Zhou arrived outside Mr. Ma’s house.

“Mr. Ma, I’m leaving now. You have to solve breakfast by yourself today.” Yuan Zhou took a step forward and said normally, not speaking like he’s leaving.

“Get lost quickly. You are talking as if I had nothing to eat without you,” Elegantly dressed, Mr. Ma walked out of the door and said rudely.

“Ok. Goodbye,” Yuan Zhou just ignored Mr. Ma’s scolding and said as though he hadn’t heard him.

For the past several days, Yuan Zhou had practiced the skill of listening but paying no attention perfectly.

“Aren’t you here for my recipe? It does not matter even if I give it to you,” said Mr. Ma suddenly.

“Sorry, but I never have that intention.” Yuan Zhou felt a little puzzled. He just wanted to eat the genuine royal dish, but never intended to ask for the recipe of others.

After all, he neither took Mr. Ma as his teacher nor did he have anything to do with the old man who spoke so offensively.

“A chef without any pursuit doesn’t deserve the title of chef,” Mr. Ma said ironically.

“I don’t think I need to tell you about my pursuit,” answered Yuan Zhou with a courteous tone, yet with a hint of sharpness. No one could keep calm when he was bluntly sneered at his dreams.

“Do you think I care about your thing? Take it and leave me alone. I don’t want to say anything to you anymore.” Mr. Ma took a look at Yuan Zhou and brought out a yellow notebook from his pocket before throwing it to him.

“Pa”, Yuan Zhou reached out his hands and received the notebook subconsciously.

“What’s this?” Yuan Zhou didn’t open it and check by himself, but asked directly.

“Get out of my home.” However, Mr. Ma didn’t explain anything to him. Instead, he sudden lost his temper and straightforwardly drove Yuan Zhou out.

“Thank you.” On the second thought, Yuan Zhou understood. Having thanked the old man with a frown, he left.

“Dong Dong Dong”, Yuan Zhou walked further. His steps on the gravel road emitted a sound of “Zhi Zhi”.

Mr. Ma sat in the chair expressionlessly with his mood unknown to others. In a little while, however, he turned around and went back to his room. After a sound of “Peng”, the door was then shut strongly.

As for Yuan Zhou, he was hurrying on with his journey. The notebook given by Mr. Ma was directly placed in his small bag by Yuan Zhou. He wasn’t in a rush to read it, even if Yuan Zhou had figured out it was the cooking method for the royal dish Wu Chicken and possibly some extra experiences.

It could only be regarded as a windfall that Yuan Zhou hadn’t originally expected that.

While Yuan Zhou was hurrying back to his restaurant to prepare to do business tomorrow, Wu Hai encountered a crisis.

“Peng, Dong”, from Wu Hai’s art studio came various noises.

“Hey, Wu Lin, that’s enough. I will not go back.” Seated on the sofa, Wu Hai helplessly watched his sister breaking things that he treasured.