1984: Starting from a bankrupt Sichuan restaurant

Chapter 122 Shouldn't an excellent chef be fattened up? (7k-word chapter)

pain!
It hurts so much!
Huang He felt that he had been set up by capital.

But then I thought about it again, and realized that their family looked more like capitalists sitting at that table.

My heart aches even more.

The Feiyan Restaurant was passed down to him as the third generation. He never rested on his laurels and had contact with famous chefs from Jiaozhou and even Chengdu. He also frequently visited top restaurants to taste and learn from their cuisines.

His cooking skills are not as good as a third-level chef, but he has a good eye for food.

Whether a dish is good or not, you'll know after just one bite.

This braised pork ribs is indeed better than what they make at their restaurant, and it's even better than what Li Laosan makes.

Huang Ying loves to eat just as much as he does, but she's even pickier than him. Although her assessment was a bit exaggerated, it was true.

Huang Bing, a guy who doesn't usually like meat, is already sucking on his third rib, which says it all.

"Is it really that good?" Zhao Shulan understood something from Huang He's expression. She picked up a piece of pork rib, took a bite, and after savoring it, her eyes lit up. She exclaimed, "It's really good! The seasoning is excellent, the cooking time is perfectly controlled, and it's tender and flavorful. I never expected that such a small restaurant could make such delicious braised pork ribs."

Zhao Dong placed two pieces of pork ribs into the old lady's bowl, a smug look on his face: "I told you it wouldn't be bad, right? Brother-in-law, you don't need to bring the wine anymore, I'll come get it myself next time."

"Don't rush me!" Huang He gritted his teeth and glared at Zhao Dong. "We ordered six dishes. You can't declare me the loser based on just one dish, can you? At least... two dishes!"

He wasn't heartbroken about the two bottles of good wine, but seeing the badge he was about to get slip away again, he was truly heartbroken to the point of being unable to breathe.

"Three dishes! I'll make you admit defeat wholeheartedly." Zhao Dong smiled brightly. "Brother-in-law, I trust your character. You've tasted too many good things with your mouth. You know perfectly well how good a dish is. You can't fool yourself."

"Okay!" Huang He nodded, got up and picked up a piece of beef and a piece of dried bamboo shoot and put them in his bowl.

Braised beef with dried bamboo shoots is a classic Sichuan dish.

The skill in cooking this dish isn't in making the beef well, but in making sure the dried bamboo shoots taste good.

The best cut of beef for roasting is brisket, which is lean with a bit of fat and some tendons. When roasted until tender, the meat doesn't fall apart easily and has a better texture.

He first tasted the beef. The fat melted in his mouth, the lean meat was soft but not mushy, and the tendons were chewy and tender. It was easy to cut with a gentle bite, and it was also a bit chewy. The meat juices splashed between his teeth, and the aroma of the meat was rich and spicy.

Huang He nodded slightly, then fed the dried bamboo shoots into his mouth.

Click!

It has a slightly crunchy texture, but the dried bamboo shoots have actually absorbed the beef broth, making them full of meaty flavor.

Huang He was silent for a moment, then nodded and said, "This braised beef with dried bamboo shoots is better than Li Laosan's. You can't find anything better in Jiaozhou."

Just as Zhao Dong said, he has tasted too many dishes made by famous chefs. He can tell the difference between good and bad with just one bite, and he really can't bring himself to say anything against his conscience.

Why do many chefs like to invite him to try their new dishes?

Because he speaks very directly, saying whatever comes to mind, and never flatters others based on their status.

Li Laosan's braised beef is excellent, but the seasoning is definitely not as good as this braised beef with dried bamboo shoots; the difference is obvious.

Huang He was truly astonished that a twenty-year-old could cook two dishes to this standard.

Even seasoned chefs with decades of experience couldn't cook beef like this. Could this be the work of a genius?
Everyone was surprised to hear this, not expecting Huang He to elevate the status of this braised beef with dried bamboo shoots to such a high level.

"It's so delicious! This beef soup with rice must be amazing. Uncle, please serve me a bowl of rice, please!" Huang Ying had already handed the bowl to Zhao Dong, who was serving rice.

"Sure." Zhao Dong smiled and took the bowl, then looked at Zhao Shulan and said, "Zhou Yan's steamed rice is also delicious, just as good as my mother's. Sister, would you like a bowl?"

"Really?" Zhao Shulan's interest was piqued, and she immediately handed over the bowl she was holding. "Half a bowl will do."

The earthenware bowl is half full of rice. The aroma of rice is mixed with a faint scent of wood. When you stir it with chopsticks, each grain is distinct, yet it is also a little sticky.

Zhao Shulan picked up a mouthful of rice and put it in her mouth. She chewed it carefully, and a look of surprise appeared on her face. After swallowing, she looked at Zhao Dong and said, "I don't cook anymore. I haven't had such good rice in a long time. It's fragrant and soft, and it has a slightly sweet aftertaste. It's really similar to what I make."

"Mom, adding some broth to the rice makes it even tastier!" Huang Ying shoveled rice into her mouth, chewing heartily, and didn't forget to strongly recommend it to her mother.

"Is it really that delicious?" Huang Bing couldn't resist scooping up half a bowl of rice, and then he took a serving spoon and scooped up a few spoonfuls of beef broth onto the rice. After taking a bite, his eyes lit up!

smell good!
The rice, coated in rich beef broth, is bursting with savory flavor. Add a piece of beef and dried bamboo shoots, and it's incredibly delicious.

When did this beef become so delicious?

I eat at my own restaurant every day, so why don't I feel this way?

"I'll bring you the twice-cooked pork and the minced beef." Zhao Tieying came over with the dishes again.

The twice-cooked pork comes in two portions, with one portion of minced beef placed in the middle.

These two dishes are stir-fries.

Huang He leaned forward slightly, looking at the twice-cooked pork that was curled up in a perfect lamp-like shape and glistening with oil, and felt a chill run down his spine.

It looks so beautiful!

The only downside was the plain plate used for serving. If it were replaced with plates from their Feiyan Restaurant and served in a private room, it would easily sell for 3.5 yuan a serving.

He picked up a piece of twice-cooked pork, with a garlic stalk rolled up in the middle. The meat trembled as he picked it up, and the oil on the meat glistened. This is what experts often call "twisting when picked up".

The fact that the pork reaches this state indicates that it was cooked to perfection.

The meat is also of high quality, authentic second-cut pork.

Some restaurants serve pork belly that he wouldn't even touch with his chopsticks.

The twice-cooked pork has a wonderful texture: the skin is fragrant and chewy, the fatty parts melt in your mouth, and the lean parts are tender yet slightly chewy.

With garlic sprouts sandwiched in the middle, they have a refreshing and cleansing taste.

One bite, and it's rich but not oily, fragrant but not greasy.

Twice-cooked pork cooked in a large earthen stove and wok always tastes better.

"Brother-in-law, how's this twice-cooked pork?" Zhao Dong looked at Huang He expectantly.

"It's cooked perfectly, no worse than the twice-cooked pork at Rongcheng Restaurant." Huang He nodded in agreement, then sighed and pointed at Zhao Dong helplessly, saying, "You, you, you deliberately dug a pit for me!"

Not only did Zhang Fei leave, but now they've also had to pay for two bottles of good wine!

It made him so angry.

Twice-cooked pork is a common home-style dish, frequently found in Sichuan restaurants.

But the more common the dish, the more skillful you are in cooking it.

"This shredded beef smells so good! It's perfect for mixing with rice!" Huang Ying made another discovery and first scooped a spoonful into Grandma Xiang's bowl. "Grandma, you should try some too."

"Yingying, you should eat less rice and more vegetables." Zhao Shulan looked at her with a hint of worry in her eyes.

Grandma Xiang picked up a piece of twice-cooked pork for Huang Ying and said with a smile, "Cheers! Food is essential for life, you'll get hungry if you skip a meal! Being able to eat is a blessing! Don't listen to your mother's nonsense."

Huang Ying moved closer to the old lady, holding the bowl, and smiled smugly at Zhao Shulan.

Zhao Shulan was so angry she laughed; she'd deal with her when they got back.

It's all Huang He's fault for spoiling her too much. He feeds her all kinds of delicious food every day, with unlimited candy and chocolate. She eats and then sleeps, and when she wakes up she eats again. There are never any snacks in her bag.

Over the past three years, she has grown rapidly, from a chubby girl weighing 120 pounds to a chubby girl weighing 180 pounds.

As her mother, she was very worried. Her daughter was eighteen years old and was approaching the age of marriage, but her current physique had scared away several potential suitors.

Moreover, the doctor said that being too fat is bad for her health. She gets out of breath after walking just a few steps, and she rides her bike slowly, needing to rest after a while. She has no energy or stamina like a young person.

Zhao Shulan didn't expect her to become a slim beauty. It would be good if she could go back to 120 pounds. Being a little chubby was fine, as long as she could jump around and it didn't affect her normal life.

"Eat more! You smoke, drink, and stay up all night every day, but you never touch rice or meat!" Zhao Shulan put a piece of meat into Huang Bing's bowl and said irritably to her son, who was thin, pale, and had dark circles under his eyes.

These two are the complete opposite; one loves to eat, while the other eats nothing at all.

He was so thin he was just skin and bones, standing at 1.75 meters tall but weighing less than 100 pounds.

Huang He often says that her son has been spoiled by her. Recently, she has started to consider cutting off his allowance, but she is also afraid that he will run into trouble and go astray if he has no money.

"Mmm, I'll eat an extra bowl of rice today. It's been so long since I've had such delicious food." Huang Bing nodded and added another spoonful of minced beef to his plate.

He finally understood: he didn't dislike eating, he just didn't like eating his own family's food.

He still loves to eat good food from outside!

Next, the stir-fried pork liver and crucian carp with mint were served.

Huang He served a large bowl of rice. These dishes were so delicious that they tasted even better with rice.

"Brother-in-law, try this stir-fried pork liver. It really shows your skill level," Zhao Dong strongly recommended.

"This stir-fried pig liver is Chef Xiao's signature dish. I've tried it twice before, but if you want to talk about the best stir-fried pig liver, it has to be Chef Kong Huaifeng. His stir-fried pig liver was incredibly fragrant, spicy, crispy, and tender. It's a pity that Chef Kong has passed away, and we can no longer taste such good stir-fried pig liver." Huang He's tone was filled with nostalgia and emotion as he looked at the stir-fried pig liver in front of him and nodded, "The color is just right, and there's not a bit of excess broth. The family's tradition is indeed very well done."

After saying that, he picked up a piece of pig liver, put it in his mouth, and savored it. His eyes gradually brightened.

The freshly cooked pig liver is still a little hot, but that's the essence of stir-fried pig liver – the wok hei (the smoky aroma imparted by the wok) from the wok.

Spicy and fragrant, tender and smooth, the spicy flavor explodes on the taste buds, this hot and spicy pork liver is so delicious!
After finishing his meal, Huang He fell silent again. He ate two more pieces, shoveled several mouthfuls of rice into his mouth, and then looked up at Zhao Dong with clear eyes: "How old do you think Zhou Yan is?"

“Twenty,” Zhao Dong said.

"His stir-fried pig liver at twenty was on par with his master's." Huang He swallowed hard.

"This braised crucian carp with agastache is just as good as Master Kong's." Zhao Shulan put down her chopsticks, her expression equally shocked.

If what Zhao Dong said is true, then what a genius he is!
"I knew it! It's just as good as Li Laosan's cooking." Zhao Dong laughed, his face full of pride.

"Are you familiar with him? I'm thinking of asking him to work at Feiyan Restaurant. What do you think?" Huang He leaned closer and whispered, "If it works out, I'll get you a case of Moutai!"

Upon hearing about Moutai, Zhao Dong's eyes lit up, but he quickly shook his head: "Zhou Yan's restaurant business is so good, I'm afraid he wouldn't be willing."

“How would I know if I didn’t ask? Our Feiyan Restaurant is a century-old establishment with excellent prospects. Just introduce me to them, and I’ll handle the rest,” Huang He said confidently.

"Okay, then I'll introduce you after we finish eating." Zhao Dong nodded. Anyway, he had nothing to lose, whether it worked out or not. He had already gotten two bottles of good wine for free, and he was happy about it.

They ate two buckets of rice for this meal.

Even Grandma Xiang, who usually only eats half a bowl of rice, ate a whole bowl today.

After they finished eating, most of the other guests in the restaurant had also left, and everyone had a satisfied smile on their face.

Huang He gave Zhao Dong a look.

Zhao Dong understood immediately and got up to speak when he saw Zhou Yan taking off his apron and coming out of the kitchen. He quickly smiled and waved, saying, "Zhou Yan, my brother-in-law would like to get to know you."

Upon hearing the sound, everyone looked up.

Huang Ying's eyes lit up immediately. So tall! So handsome! So beautiful!
How could there be such a handsome man in Sichuan!
What's that fat guy, who looks like a mountain, doing standing up? He's blocking my view of handsome guys!
Oh, it's my old man...

Huang Ying peeked to the side and continued watching. Could it be that he made such delicious food?

He's handsome, can cook, and happens to be my favorite food!

Then wouldn't we be a perfect match?

"You're squeezing me!" Huang Bing reached out and pressed her head down, his eyes shining as he looked at Zhou Yan: "Damn! How can someone look exactly like me! It's so enviable..."

"Brother, you really dare to dream..." Huang Ying glanced at his thin arms and legs, and his slicked-back hair that even flies would slip on. Then she looked at the other man, who had broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and long legs, and was incredibly handsome even with a buzz cut.

"Get out!" Huang Bing gritted his teeth!
Zhou Yan walked over with a smile on his face.

Huang He immediately extended his hand with a smile and said, "Hello, Master Zhou, I am Huang He, the owner of Feiyan Restaurant." "Hello, Mr. Huang." Zhou Yan smiled and shook hands with him, glancing at the others at the table out of the corner of his eye. Zhao Dong probably doesn't have a sister, right?

Then he noticed two burning gazes fixed on him, quite intensely.

"Chef Zhou, your cooking skills are superb. Whether it's braising or stir-frying, your control over seasoning and heat is excellent. Especially that spicy stir-fried pork liver, it even gave me the illusion that Master Kong Huaifeng had been reincarnated. Truly, a great teacher produces a great student." Huang He held Zhou Yan's hand tightly, his gaze equally ardent.

"Mr. Huang, you flatter me. I'm not even as good as my master, so how could I dare to compare myself to your advisor?" Zhou Yan smiled and withdrew his hand. The excessive attentiveness of his companions was a little unsettling, making one feel that there was something insincere about it.

“It might be impolite to say this, but I’m always straightforward in this industry and I say what I mean. As for these six dishes today, I think you’re already more skilled than Chef Xiao,” Huang He said earnestly. “Chef Zhou’s talent is unparalleled in the world. He will surely become a great chef in the future, as famous as Master Kong in the Sichuan cuisine world.”

Zhao Shulan looked at Huang He and Zhou Yan with surprise. This was the first time she had heard such praise from her man, which showed how much he valued Zhou Yan.

Zhao Dong's expression was strange. He knew his brother-in-law wanted to poach someone, and he didn't mince words when praising someone.

"Master Kong is his mentor? Then what about me, having eaten fish cooked by Master Kong?" Huang Ying's mind raced.

"What a load of rubbish, what does that have to do with him?" Huang Bing scoffed.

"Get out!" Huang Ying gritted her teeth.

Aunt Zhao and Comrade Zhou, who were clearing the table nearby, slowed down their movements. Why were they praising each other after finishing their meal?
Zhou Yan smiled and nodded: "Mr. Huang, you flatter me."

Nice words, I like to hear them, keep going!

"Here's the thing, Chef Zhou, I'd like to invite you to Jiaozhou to be the head chef at our Feiyan Restaurant. You'll just need to cook the dishes on your menu. I'll arrange accommodation for you, and I'll give you priority in any future competitions or grading opportunities." Huang He said solemnly, "Your excellent culinary skills shouldn't be buried in this small Suji. Our Feiyan Restaurant is one of the four major restaurants in Jiaozhou, a century-old establishment."

"Disrespect, disrespect." Zhou Yan cupped his hands.

Huang He's face lit up with joy: "So you agree?"

"I wonder how much salary Mr. Huang plans to pay me?" Zhou Yan asked with a smile.

Upon hearing this, Huang He thought about it carefully and said, "If Master Zhou is willing to go, I will pay you a monthly salary of three hundred and arrange accommodation for you. You can have your meals at the restaurant."

He paid Li Laosan a salary of 360 yuan. After all, he was the head chef of the restaurant, had worked there for many years, and was a national first-class chef.

The salary he offered Zhou Yan was definitely generous.

Zhao Dong nodded slightly. This was more than double his salary; he only earned 150 a month. It was clear his brother-in-law was eager to find talented people.

After listening, Aunt Zhao and Comrade Zhou continued wiping the table and clearing away the dishes. The boss paid them quite a lot, about the same as they did.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Huang, although my restaurant is small, business is pretty good. I can easily make several tens of yuan a day." Zhou Yan declined with a smile, "I appreciate your kindness, but I'm a free spirit and I'm quite content with just this little restaurant."

Zhou Yan could actually feel the other party's sincerity. Generally, chefs his age would work as kitchen helpers in the back kitchen, earning only thirty yuan a month. His master was the head chef in the textile factory canteen, and his monthly salary was only one hundred and sixty yuan.

But his restaurant was already on track, with daily profits exceeding two hundred yuan, so he really couldn't muster the interest to work a job that paid three hundred yuan a month.

Comrade Lao Zhou earns more than 300 a month.

"Rejected!"

"Earning tens of yuan a day!"

"Amazing!"

Huang Bing and Huang Ying, the brother and sister, looked shocked.

They receive a considerable amount of pocket money each month; when their mother is in a good mood, it can exceed a hundred yuan. However, this money comes from their parents and is completely different from what they earn themselves.

Can Zhou Yan earn over a thousand a month?

But he's only twenty years old!
Huang He nodded after listening. Although he was a little disappointed, Zhou Yan's attitude was very clear. However, he was still a little unwilling to give up and said, "Master Zhou, I'll put it this way today. If you ever change your mind, come to Feiyan Restaurant to find me anytime. The restaurant's doors will always be open for you."

"Okay, thank you for your kindness, Mr. Huang." Zhou Yan nodded, not refusing the other party's offer.

He had heard of Feiyan Restaurant; it was considered one of the leading catering companies in Jiaozhou, so it wouldn't hurt to build a good relationship with it.

Perhaps in the future he will want to venture into Jiaozhou, make some friends, and have more options later.

Huang He paid for the meal, said goodbye to Zhou Yan, and then went out.

"Young man, you've prepared a good meal and the dishes are delicious. You'll definitely be able to do things well in the future," Grandma Xiang said with a smile as she looked at Zhou Yan before leaving.

"Thank you, elders," Zhou Yan replied with a smile, he liked hearing that too.

"Hello, my name is Huang Bing. Let's get acquainted." Huang Bing walked over, took out a cigarette case, offered Zhou Yan a cigarette, and lit one for himself.

"Thanks, I don't smoke." Zhou Yan raised his hand, looked at the motorcycle by the door, and smiled, "Nice bike."

Huang Bing put the cigarette back in his pocket, looked at the motorcycle and smiled smugly: "I just got it back a couple of days ago. It's the first one in Jiaozhou. It's assembled with imported Japanese parts, a single-cylinder four-stroke, a four-speed automatic transmission, and a manual clutch. Pretty cool, right?"

"He's definitely handsome, better looking than at 50." Zhou Yan nodded.

"Can you drive? Want to go for a spin?" Huang Bing pulled out his car keys and waved them in front of Zhou Yan.

"Since you said so, I won't be polite." Zhou Yan took it without hesitation, straddled the motorcycle, started it, and drove off.

"Hey hey hey..." Before Huang Bing could react, Zhou Yan had already sped off on his motorcycle, riding fast and steadily.

Huang Bing stared in disbelief: "No way, he really knows how?"

"Why does it feel different when he rides it compared to when you ride it?" Huang Ying whispered.

"What's different?" Huang Bing asked casually.

"He's kind of handsome when he stands up."

"And me?"

"It's kind of funny when you ride it."

"Get lost!" Huang Bing's fist hardened.

Huang He and the others were also somewhat surprised. Motorcycles are quite expensive now, and most people can't afford them, let alone know how to ride them.

The motorcycle we bought for Huang Bing is mainly for use as a transportation tool for the hotel. Sometimes it's needed to carry goods and transport people. Motorcycles are more convenient and faster than bicycles for traveling on rural roads.

"Guoguo is so amazing!" Zhou Momo stood at the door, clapping her little hands with her mouth wide open.

Zhou Yan rode for about 300 meters before turning back. It was a new bike, and it was indeed comfortable to ride.

It's less strenuous than the old-fashioned bicycle, more comfortable to sit in, and the seat cushion is quite soft.

After graduating, he didn't buy a car, but instead bought a second-hand motorcycle for commuting. He doesn't go mountain biking or long-distance motorcycle trips, just commutes within the city. He has a proper driver's license.

Forget about cars right now; even if you have the money, you can't buy one.

But if I had the money, I could consider buying a motorcycle.

Having a motorcycle makes going to Chengdu, or even to the mountain city, much more convenient.

He just tried it out, and the top speed is around 70 km/h. If the road conditions are better, it should be able to go even faster.

However, one shouldn't have too high expectations for road conditions in this era; it was all gravel roads.

Zhou Yan gripped the brakes, looked at Huang Bing, and smiled, "It's easy to ride. You have a good eye for bikes."

"That's right, I've been researching this for months." Huang Bing's lips curled up into a smug grin.

Zhou Yan put down the footrest and was about to get off the bus.

"Brother, I want to sit too!" Zhou Momo came closer, raised her little hand, and her big eyes were full of expectation.

Zhou Yan glanced at Huang Bing.

"Sit down! Take her for a spin!" Huang Bing waved his hand readily.

Zhou Yan reached out and lifted Zhou Momo up, letting her sit in the front. With her little hands on the gas tank, he gently twisted the accelerator and drove around at a moderate pace.

"Wow--"

This made Zhou Momo extremely happy, and her little face turned rosy with joy.

After parking the car and removing the keys, Zhou Yan carried Zhou Momo out of the car, handed the keys back to Huang Bing, and said with a smile, "Thanks."

"You're welcome. I'll definitely come here to eat often in the future." Huang Bing took the keys and lowered his voice, saying, "The food here is better than at our restaurant."

“Agreed!” Huang Ying leaned closer to show her approval and greeted Zhou Yan, “Hello, my name is Huang Ying.”

"Hello, Zhou Yan." Zhou Yan smiled and nodded.

This girl is quite tall, with a round face, a nice personality, a slightly high-pitched but soft voice, and always has a smile on her face, which makes Zhou Momo very fond of her.

Of course, Zhou Yan suspected that she was eyeing the snack bag that the person was carrying.

In this day and age, being able to eat your way to that size is enough to prove that you come from a wealthy family.

"I'll come here to eat often from now on, your cooking is so delicious," Huang Ying said with a smile, still a little reluctant to leave.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Shulan, who had just sat on the back of Huang He, frowned slightly: "Huang Ying, then you'll have to ride your bike here by yourself."

“Brother, don’t you have a motorcycle?” Huang Ying looked at Huang Bing. “I’ll come with him.”

“If he dares to give you a ride, I won’t even pay him for the gas.” Zhao Shulan glanced at Huang Bing.

"No! For Huang Ying's safety, I absolutely will not give her a ride!" Huang Bing immediately raised his hand in agreement.

Huang Ying turned her gaze to Zhao Dong and Old Lady Xiang: "Then I'll stay at my uncle's house!"

Zhao Shulan's gaze then turned to Zhao Dong.

Zhao Dong quickly waved his hand: "Yingying, there's not enough room at your uncle's house right now. As you know, the company only provides three rooms: one for your grandmother, one for me and your aunt, and one for your cousins."

“Old man…” Huang Ying looked at Huang He.

Feeling the hand slowly applying pressure to his waist, Huang He began to pretend to be very busy checking the brakes, looking around and avoiding eye contact with Huang Ying.

The atmosphere became somewhat heavy for a moment.

Zhou Yan led Zhou Momo a little further inside the store to avoid being caught in the crossfire.

He completely understood Zhao Shulan's concerns. Even for the sake of her health, this girl should lose some weight.

[Ding! Side quest triggered: Zhao Shulan's Troubles. Zhao Shulan's daughter, Huang Ying, has gained a lot of weight in the past two years due to overeating, from 120 jin to 183 jin and 6 liang, and is trending towards 200 jin. As a mother, Zhao Shulan is worried about her daughter's health and has tried to help her lose weight, but with little success, which is causing her distress.]

[A good chef strives for the health of their customers. Excessive obesity can ruin one's health. Please help Zhao Shulan solve her problem and help Huang Ying lose 60 pounds.]

[Task Reward: Unknown. Task Acceptance: Yes/No]

Zhou Yan raised an eyebrow. What was going on? How could such a system task be triggered?

No.

Shouldn't excellent chefs all be fattened up?
Doesn't it make you seem unprofessional to ask customers to lose weight?

Zhou Yan felt that this system had some problems!
However, Zhou Yan felt uneasy if he didn't do the task.

Who can stand having a red dot in their field of vision?

Zhou Yan looked at Huang Ying with a smile and said, "Cycling is good. Cycling is very healthy. Our restaurant sells noodles in the morning, braised beef at noon, and dinner in the evening. If you make three round trips a day, your body will definitely be in great shape."
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