Chapter 612 - Quarrel And Split (1/2)

“Hoo, I finished. It’s so delicious.” Yin Ya breathed out and revealed a smile on her face.

“Xi Suo”. She carefully took off the gloves covered with oil and wiped her hands with the tissue.

Meanwhile, she didn’t forget to look around the restaurant.

“I didn’t eat much at noon, so I was hungry.”

There was a slight blush on Yin Ya’s face, obviously out of embarrassment. She grumbled verbally to somebody unknown to others. Seeing nobody notice her, she stood up and left naturally.

“Boss Yuan is so annoying. He cooks so well that I actually ate up an entire chicken. That’s terrible.” As soon as Yin Ya walked out of the restaurant, she couldn’t help turning around and glaring at Yuan Zhou. Only then did she leave.

With his sharp senses, Yuan Zhou naturally felt something. He raised his head and looked towards Yin Ya’s seat subconsciously and then revealed an expression of puzzlement.

“Now that there’s nothing left in the plate, this dish should have been well received by her. Girls are really so strange, beautiful girls are stranger.” Yuan Zhou thought in his heart.

“Boss Yuan, I think this should be called Manually Shredded Salt Baked Chicken,” while eating blissfully, Wu Hai said clearly.

“This is Dongjiang Salt Baked Chicken,” Yuan Zhou said seriously.

“I know, I know. But it’s torn by hand now, isn’t it? The taste is so good. It will be nicer to eat rice along with the gravy that flowed out.” Wu Hai gasped in admiration while eating.

“Um.” Yuan Zhou nodded his head and then he prepared to turn around and go back to the kitchen.

However, somebody stopped him at that time.

“Boss Yuan, can you do me a favor?” The person who stopped Yuan Zhou was called Zong Lin. He was dressed in casual clothes and had short hair and thus appeared quite spirited. Judging from his appearance, he was about 27 or 28 years old.

The person seated beside him was an older middle-aged man, whose back was slightly hunched; however, his arms were still quite muscular. He was supposed to be Zong Lin’s father.

“What’s the matter?” Yuan Zhou turned around and asked.

“I want to have a match with my father on cooking and I hope you can be the judge.” Zong Lin was quite courteous when he said to Yuan Zhou, but was full of resentment when he mentioned his father.

“Humph.” Obviously, the middle-aged man heard that from his son’s tone and hence snorted coldly towards Zong Lin.

“I’m sorry I cannot.” Yuan Zhou refused him directly without any consideration.

“Well, all right. Sorry to bother you, Boss Yuan.” Zong Lin was stunned for a while and then he apologized in embarrassment.

“Never mind.” Without saying anything more, Yuan Zhou went back to the kitchen.

These two people were known to Yuan Zhou. They didn’t come for meals frequently, but Yuan Zhou remembered them very well, not because they were also chefs, but because they quarreled every time they came.

Though they knew to keep their voices down in public places, that didn’t make any difference to Yuan Zhou. He could still hear their quarrel from the beginning to the end.

“Their problem cannot be solved with only one competition.” Yuan Zhou was quite clear about that. Therefore, he refused the request of the son flatly.

“I told you not to ask him, but you didn’t follow my advice. Now you know what embarrassment is?” the middle-aged man reproved Zong Lin in a low voice.

“Boss Yuan didn’t say anything else. He just didn’t agree.” Zong Lin contradicted his father directly.

“Isn’t that enough? Do you want to be refused for a few more times? You never think before you do things. I can imagine what are your culinary skills like.” The middle-aged man scolded Zong Lin straightforwardly while glaring at him.

“Not really. I studied western-styled cooking. And I think I’m at least more awesome than you.” Zong Lin was reluctant to show weakness and hence refuted his father.