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It was still rainy in the morning, and at the end of the breakfast it began to clear gradually.

Xia Yu and Manman made an appointment to drink coffee, so the two of them walked arm in arm after breakfast.

On the way to drinking coffee, he told Xia Yu about Xia Yu's curiosity. The whole is like this. One person, one young and two people come to the Kitchen God's shop to eat. It is a relationship between father and son. The older one is his father in his fifties. The younger one was a son. The two ordered a few dishes. When they were eating, they evaluated that Yuanzhou tasted too light.

Finally, the youngest and the youngest left after eating, and the young son ... Well, the adjective is a little weird. Anyway, the son was young, and returned to the store to apologize to Yuanzhou.

To make the situation clear, in fact, his dad has a bit of taste deterioration, so every time he cooks it is very salty and spicy, the kind that the ordinary people are a bit difficult to accept, the key is that his mom is also the same.

So his parents are a match made in heaven. His dad has always been proud of chasing his mom through cooking, and he is very confident in his cooking. When his son wants to maintain this confidence of his dad, he has never said that since childhood.

Xia Yu was very dumbfounded and said, "So this young man has eaten such salty and spicy food since childhood? Although it is indeed filial piety, in fact, there can be a better solution!"

Mengmeng also nodded, the key is that this young man is right to defend his father ’s pride, but the method is a bit ...

Turning his eyes back to Taoxi Road, the streets were wet, and occasionally one or two tenacious grasses drilled out of the cracks in the stone, making it feel like an old street.

Yuanzhou did not practice carving because of the weather, so he studied Yuan Jiacai in the kitchen.

Just as Yuan Zhou prepared all the ingredients for his hands-on, his mobile phone rang rarely.

"Who?" Yuan Zhou was a little strange, and few people looked for him at this time.

Take it and look at the above name Master Feizhi, Yuan Zhou will know who it is, Master Wen Feizhi who is studying ceramic art.

The first time I made tableware by myself, I learned how to cook it from Master Feizhi. Later, I had some contact from time to time, mainly because Master Feizhi appreciated the talent of Yuanzhou very much and wanted Yuanzhou to join him.

Although he didn't know what the master was looking for, Yuanzhou answered the phone quickly: "Master Wen, I am Yuanzhou."

"Boss Yuan, I have an exhibition about blue and white flowers here, which is the exhibition of the works of the first blue and white master of China, Master Tang. The ticket was finally obtained. It is in Rongcheng. Do you want to go?" The voice came.

It might be that Yuanzhou was not interested. Master Wen Feizhi waited for Yuanzhou to open his mouth and said directly: "This is a rare opportunity. Many of the exhibits here are non-selling crafts. It has never appeared before. If you can read more Look, with the understanding of boss Yuan, the craft will definitely increase. "

Wen Feizhi's feelings are similar to those of even carpenters. Why is it that a person who is so talented in pottery is a chef, the key is that the cooking is okay!

"When is the specific time, Master Wen, you also know that I usually need to open a store. If the time is not suitable, I don't know if I can trouble the master to help me take some pictures." Yuanzhou often goes to Wen Feizhi to make tableware to give The dishes in the shop are one of the four seasons dishes. Of course, there are some special needs dishes. Yuanzhou also likes to make it himself.

Therefore, he wanted to see this exhibition, but if time conflicts can only be forgotten, cooking is the first place in Yuanzhou's heart.

Wen Feizhi said: "I won't delay your opening of the store. I only greeted you when I knew the time was right. I closed at 6:30 the day after tomorrow."

Although it took quite a lot of trouble to get the ticket, there are so many places in the exhibition. If you get more, it will definitely take a lot of effort, but there is no need to tell Yuanzhou. Wen Feizhi still hopes that Yuanzhou can go further. .

After all, not many talented people.

Alas, why there is no genius in the pottery industry, it is not known how many times Wen Feizhi sighed.

"I really trouble Master Wen." Yuanzhou was very polite, thinking of asking Wen Feizhi to eat a meal or something.

"Hahaha, no trouble, I just want you to see more. Next time I burn blue and white, I can invite you to come to our joint staff." Master Wen Feizhi said very heartily.

Yuanzhou agreed in one bite: "No problem, then Master Wen will just say something."

People who have made friends with Yuanzhou are all familiar with Yuanzhou's work and rest habits, so Master Wen Feizhi said a few more things to make things clear, and soon hung up the phone.

"It seems that I haven't been to the shop for a long time to eat. I can go today." Wen Feizhi thought thoughtfully after hanging up the phone.

Probably, I have selectively forgotten what I had eaten the day before yesterday.

"Dad, are you going to the small restaurant to eat, then let's go together, and I want to go too." The pretty girl next to him spoke impatiently.

Since I have eaten a dish made by Yuanzhou, both father and daughter have become fans of Yuanzhou. They have to go once a week. Sometimes the extra meal is not counted. Of course, this is because of Wen Fei. The reason why Master Zhi is usually busy.

"I will definitely take you there. What is it? Today's homework is done?" Master Feizhi said fiercely.

The girl threw out her tongue before sprinting back to her position and continuing to work.

Turning his gaze to a tragic figure, the plane landed smoothly at Shuangliu Airport, and Mo Li'ao looked down on the plane seriously. When he arrived in Hunan Province, there was nothing.

The heart that wanted to kill Dean was there, and Moliere completely forgot that he had hung up the phone first, and then shut down directly.

After getting off the plane and walking across the bridge towards the hall, Molière figured out how to approach Chu Xiao without any traces, and then naturally proposed the challenge he wanted to challenge.

When I came to China, I didn't learn anything else. Moliere used his clever brain to learn implicitness. He felt that this might make people more acceptable.

Noting that the bridge next door seemed busy, Molière turned to look at it, and he planned to turn back. Suddenly he saw a familiar figure, his movements suddenly, and his eyes widened instantly.

What is fate, this is fate!

But before he could respond, he saw Chu Xiao walked a few steps and disappeared, and then saw a huge plane parked there.

"what's going on?"

Although there was an unknown hunch in his heart, Moliere still found his phone and turned on Dean for a final confirmation.

Waiting for the call to connect there, Moliere immediately said with weak hope: "Dean, does Chu want to go somewhere else?"

"No, Chu returned to France today. I saw him when I had breakfast. I said goodbye to him. Have you returned to Rongcheng?" Dean said directly.

He felt a little sympathetic to Molière. This was a circle from Rongcheng to Hunan Province and Rongcheng. In the end, no one saw him.

"!!!" Mori stunned, like thunder.

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