Chapter 472 (2/2)

That’s right. The reason why Wu Hai became upset was that the Mandarin duck cake cooked by him was mistaken as steamed buns, more specifically, an elongated steamed bun, by Yuan Zhou.

Of course, the most important thing was that he also forgot to let Yuan Zhou bring him to buy vegetables.

Setting aside the fact that the cake became a steamed bun, the key point was that he didn’t bring out his main purpose. Therefore, all his sighs were eventually for himself.

“You can continue eating the Rice Served in Soup. I tried it once and the taste is really nice.” Speaking of the taste, Ling Hong revealed a look of satisfaction.

“Of course.” Wu Hai rolled his eyes at Ling Hong angrily.

“In my opinion, you should be content enough. After all, Boss Yuan didn’t play tricks on you.” Ling Hong thought of the poor Su Mu.

From the bottom of his heart, he thought he could make it, but in the end, he was instilled with too much knowledge about buying vegetables. The problem was that he couldn’t even distinguish between the Chinese chives and rice seedlings. However much knowledge he learned, he couldn’t buy them successfully.

For example, Yuan Zhou told him, “If you want to buy navel oranges, you should choose those that are bright in color, mellow in fragrance, elastic on the surface and have the small circle below concave. Only such navel oranges are fresh and sweet.”

Su Mu appeared muddled, “Navel oranges? Aren’t they all called oranges?”

That’s right. Su Mu couldn’t even tell the differences of sweet oranges, navel oranges and other oranges. How could he buy them successfully?

“I did not play tricks. That was an equivalent exchange.” Yuan Zhou corrected them seriously.

“Haw-haw-haw. Yeah, yeah. Equivalent exchange.” Ling Hong couldn’t help but smile.

“Ho Ho.” Wu Hai got down on the table and refused to talk to Ling Hong.

Not until when Zhou Jia carried Wu Hai’s dishes to him did Wu Hai raise his head, take the chopsticks, and start to eat.

The first dish he started to eat was naturally the plain white rice served in the spicy soup.

“He surprisingly only sells the hotpot soup!” Chu Xiao that always appeared and disappeared mysteriously showed up again.

Actually, he had been here for about one minute, but just stayed silent. Not until when the hotpot soup was carried onto the table and Wu Hai started to eat did he talk.

“Yes.” Yuan Zhou nodded his head.

It was only when he saw that did Chu Xiao look at Wu Hai’s bowl again.

The translucent rice grains were covered with a layer of reddish soup. The hot spicy soup stimulated the unique delicate fragrance of rice while the spicy taste rushed into people’s nose, unwilling to lag behind.

“Rice Served in Soup without any spices. The chili seeds are removed from the chilies used, but its unique fragrance is nevertheless retained.” Chu Xiao stared at that bowl of Rice Served in Soup with his keen and sparkling eyes.

“Zi.” Wu Hai protected his food habitually by pulling the bowl back toward himself.

“The fragrance turns out to come from the chili seeds rather than the sesame seeds. So you used the chili seeds to replace the sesame seeds?” Chu Xiao looked at Yuan Zhou seriously.

“You are right.” Yuan Zhou nodded his head again.

“You added the chili seeds into the flavorings when you stir-fried them and then picked the seeds out separately after that?” Chu Xiao was a little unsure.

How big could the chili seeds be like? Picking them out from the abundant flavorings was like the stepmother of Cinderella asking her to pick out the beans from the ash dump. It’s simply baffling to others.

“No, it’s even more difficult than that.” Chu Xiao said affirmatively.

Seeing Chu Xiao stare at Wu Hai’s bowl without even blinking, however, Yuan Zhou asked habitually, “Are you going to eat?”

“No, I won’t eat now.” Chu Xiao refused him blankly and then turned around and left directly.

“What a weird person!” Ling Hong commented.

“It is lucky that he doesn’t want to eat now.” Wu Hai felt lucky about that.

“He might want to compete against you?” Master Cheng said with uncertainty.

“I don’t think so.” Yuan Zhou shook his head.

“Then what’s the matter?” Ling Hong asked curiously.

“It is probably because the time for him to eat isn’t here yet.” Yuan Zhou knitted his brows and said that.