Yuanzhou and Wang Jike were having a very friendly conversation, talking and laughing.

Wang Qiang next to him could only stand in place like a wooden stake throughout the whole process. This is all about the high-end cooking circle. People in Wang Qiang's low-end circle could not interrupt.

"It's great to be able to give Chef Yuan some inspiration." Wang Jike said.

Yuanzhou said: "If Chef Wang has time, we can have some in-depth exchanges on Su Cai."

"I'm just thinking about this," Wang Jike said in a gentle voice: "I have no problem to arrange things recently. If you can cooperate with Chef Yuan's time, of course, it's best not to affect Chef Yuan's business hours."

"Did Chef Wang just arrived in Rongcheng today?" Yuanzhou calmed down and asked.

"Well, I should have told you about the visit in advance to Chef Yuan, but this time the plan was too hasty." Wang Jike said with apologies.

"It's okay," Yuanzhou said: "I mean, since Chef Wang has arrived today, it will definitely be hard to get tired and get off the bus. Let's have a good rest today and tomorrow. Let's communicate the day after tomorrow. What do you think?"

"Very good." Wang Jike said: "Then I won't disturb Chef Yuan."

"I am looking forward to the exchange with Chef Wang the day after tomorrow." Yuanzhou said.

"I'm looking forward to it too." Wang Jike nodded.

Wang Jike led Wang Qiang away, Yuanzhou watched the two of them until his figure slowly walked out of sight before turning around and entering the store.

"It seems that the rumors are wrong after all. They said before, 'Five Tigers of Su Province, Wang's family has martial arts', which means that chef Wang Jike has a good cooking skills, but his temper is also bad, and he is a little unreasonable." Yuanzhou said to himself: "I exchanged today and found that it was quite gentle and reasonable."

Yuanzhou shook his head and felt that the rumors were too much. He was a kind and amiable elder who spread like a devil.

On the other hand, Wang Qiang followed Wang Jike and didn't dare to say a word.

Before, Wang Jike was very gentle. Even for more than 30 years when Wang Qiang was his son, he had never seen his father so easy to discuss and so gentle when he encountered something.

But as soon as he walked to the end of the street, Wang Jike's expression changed back to seriousness, as if he was not close to strangers.

"That dad... can you tell me what is the difference between you and Chef Yuan?" Wang Qiang asked carefully.

"You know what's the use? You can't learn it even if you know it." Wang Jike glanced at Wang Qiang, his tone full of disgust.

"I can't learn, I can learn hard, I..." Wang Qiang was interrupted by Wang Jike before he finished speaking: "Learn hard? Try to write five pages of cooking skills summary for two weeks?"

"That..." Wang Qiang was so angry that he couldn't even explain his words.

"Don't do that, straighten your tongue first and then talk. If you don't straighten it, don't talk." Wang Jike's pace was very fast, and Wang Qiang could only chase after him.

Seeing or not, this is his father's normal attitude! Wang Qiang feels that he is a fake son. Compared to the gentleness he talks to Boss Yuan, the gap is too big!

Wang Qiang followed Wang Jike back to the hotel.

After arriving at the hotel, Wang Jike read the newspaper and lay down to sleep at half past ten. His work and rest time was very regular.

On the contrary, Wang Qiang, Huang Fei, Liu Li, Hao Cheng, and the four of them gathered together to complain first, after all, they were all oppressed by Wang Jike.

However, there is also the incorrect study attitude of reviewing one's own learning attitude. The four of them were proud and proud, yelling that they would have to take more than ten pages of notes tomorrow before they could stop.

"Brother Qiang, I remember you said before, Chef Wang Jike wants to communicate with Chef Yuan the day after tomorrow?" Hao Cheng suddenly asked.

When Liu Li and Huang Fei asked, his eyes immediately lit up and he looked at Wang Qiang with a bright look.

"That's right, that's the case." Wang Qiang nodded.

"Then can we go and listen?" This is what Hao Cheng wants to say.

"It should be possible." Wang Qiang answered uncertainly, and then said: "I'll ask my dad tomorrow."

"Leave it to you Brother Qiang", "I watched the video of Chef Yuan communicating with other masters over and over again many times", "It is really rare to watch the two masters communicate on the spot."

Then, they said good night to each other and went back to their own room to rest.

The "good night" in modern society does not mean going to bed, but I want to play alone and don't want to chat.

It was like after Wang Qiang said goodbye good night, he returned to his room and was already twelve o'clock, but he was lying on the bed and fell asleep after half an hour.

At a time when entertainment activities are so diverse, there is a kind of person who is particularly powerful, "you can go to bed immediately if you want to sleep, and you can get up immediately if you want to get up." It just so happens that Yuanzhou and Wang Jike are both like this.

My eyes turned back to Yuanzhou, and after watching me, Yuanzhou also returned to the shop. It didn't rain tonight, so the tavern was open.

"Don't disturb Boss Yuan, right? I want to ask Boss Yuan for something." Fang Heng, a witch from the cult, ran over.

"What's the matter?" Yuanzhou looked up and asked.

"When will Boss Yuan release new wine? Although draft beer, Pidong wine and red wine are both delicious, compared with the speed of new dishes, the tavern obviously cannot keep up."

Fang Heng represents all the drunkards, oh no, all the drunkards come to ask.

"Boss Yuan, you can't be more favorable than one or the other!"

"Well, I'll try to speed up the frequency of new wine." Yuanzhou nodded.

If you think about it carefully, the speed of the wine seems to be a bit slow.

"kk, I'll feel relieved if Boss Yuan said this. I'll go back first." Fang Hengxin was satisfied.

"Hmm? Don't drink today?" Yuanzhou said and then he realized: "Oh, I forgot that you didn't draw today, so be careful on the road."

"Oh..." Fang Heng's happy mood suddenly disappeared.

Although taverns are the type of lottery, in fact, ordinary tourists rarely come from other places and specifically draw alcohol.

Of course, those who like to drink two drinks are not the same, so the guests in the tavern are still fixed.

But recently! I don’t know why, all the places to drink at night were snatched by customers in Shandong Province.

Zheng Xian, Fang Heng, and other regular customers, did not draw any of them.

"I have been drinking it for a long time, and it's nothing if I don't drink it for a few meals!" Fang Heng comforted himself in this way.

"And the weather is not good tonight, so this wine is definitely not as good as usual." Fang Heng is a typical example of not being able to eat grapes and saying that the grapes are sour.

Actually, if you think about it carefully, it is also good to say that grapes are sour when you can’t eat them, at least you feel a little better.

Is it possible that I can’t eat it? I have to think in my heart that the grapes are delicious and the grapes are sweet. Isn’t that even more uncomfortable?

Anyway, Fang Heng felt much more comfortable if he wanted to be sour in the grapes. He walked home slowly and met Zheng Xian on the way home.

Fang Heng asked: "Sister Xian, why are you still walking on the street and haven't gone back?"

"I haven't drunk for two days, I'm a little thinking." Zheng Xian said: "So I want to find a place to drink, but after finding two good shops, the wine doesn't suit my wishes."

"I also want to drink it. Do you want to go to my wine shop? The newly brewed Pidong wine tastes okay." Fang Heng said.

"Then you won't lead the way." Zheng Xian smiled.

The two of them came to the wine shop located about five kilometers away from the small shop in Yuanzhou.

Once Fangjia Pidong Wine was launched on the market, it was extremely popular in the mid-to-high-end market.

Fang Heng’s family also has seven or eight liquor shops in Rongcheng, and then there are five in other provinces. The reason why there are so many stores in Rongcheng is because his family’s foundation is in Rongcheng, and what Fang Heng’s father said, don’t just focus on occupying the market, and take steps step by step.

The wine shop was closed at this time, but Fang Heng must have the key as the young boss.

"Wala" Fang Heng opened the shop door.

"Originally, our main store was in Qingyang District, but it was only last year that we decided to arrange it as a main store." Fang Heng turned on the lights in the shop while explaining.

Zheng Xian followed the side and listened carefully, without interrupting.

Once the lights are turned on, you can see the interior decoration clearly.

As the main store, the wine shop is quite large, with transparent decoration as a whole. There are decorative racks on the walls on both sides of the left and right, and small wine bottles of exquisite and different shapes are placed on it.

Even deeper, there were tables and stools in the shape of green bamboo, so Fang Heng led Zheng Xian here.

"Sister Xian, please sit for a while first, I'll go get the wine." Fang Heng said.

"Okay." Zheng Xian nodded.

Fang Heng took out two bottles of Fangjia Pidong wine in the warehouse, and the packaging was exquisite in both the bottle and the box.

Speaking of which, after giving the bottle of wine to Mr. Wei last time, Fang Heng took a bottle of packaging and sent it to him the next day.

Then Fang Heng brought two three cents of cups and several dishes of wine and dishes.

One qian is equal to 5 grams, and the three qian cup is the smallest wine glass, which is only 15 grams full.

"Come on, Sister Xian, let's drink." Fang Heng sat opposite Zheng Xian.

The two of them slowly drank one cup after another.

"Fang Heng, I think you can really go and sell wine and vegetables if you don't sell wine in the future." Zheng Xian picked up a chopstick and patted the cucumber. The cucumber was crisp and refreshing, and then it was served with three cents of wine, which was comfortable.

"I also think so. If the wine shop is not doing well in the future, I will run to Boss Yuan's tavern to sell wine and vegetables at night." Fang Heng said.

"Yes." Zheng Xian is strange to drink. She doesn't like to clink glasses with others, but likes to drink glasses by herself.

"Sister Xian feels that you have something to worry about. Do you want to say it out? It will be much better if you say it out." Fang Heng said.

"No, no, I'm in a bad mood if I say it for no reason, so it's better to keep it in my heart." Zheng Xian drank a glass of wine and said, "And the thoughts are with wine, the more I drink it, the more I drink it."

If you don’t play by the routine, you usually say, “I have wine, do you have stories?”, but now you have wine, but people with stories are unwilling to tell stories.

In fact, Zheng Xian rarely comes to the small shop for regular meals, and most of them come to drink at night. Overall, Zheng Xian does not have the domineering and casualness of Queen Jiang, nor does she have the gentleness and understanding of Sister Wan. Zheng Xian’s personality is more restrained and she feels like a woman with many stories.

"If you are friends, I'll have a drink with me today, but I won't be drunk or not." Zheng Xian said.

Zheng Xian doesn’t actually like to drink, she just can’t sleep without drinking.
To be continued...