Technician Cheng hurried to his home with a burning fire, and when he passed by the fruit store, he really bought durian.

No, the technician bought not a golden pillow but a more delicious Musang King durian, trying to bribe his wife in this way.

Of course, he still obediently bought two, one was already cooked and could be eaten immediately, and the other was the one that needed to be left for two days to eat.

On the other side, Yuan Zhou in the store sat quietly on a chair in his kitchen and rested.

"This crayfish is really popular. Yuan Zhou gently tapped his right arm with his left hand and sighed softly.

Yes, Yuan Zhou's hands are a little sore, or a little tired.

"I'm going to see the new crayfish. Yuan Zhou sat in his position and didn't move, arranging things in his heart for a while.

After about five minutes, Yuan Zhou got up and opened the partition, and then walked towards the courtyard of the tavern.

"Fortunately, the system is quite humane, otherwise it would be impossible to eat crayfish every day. Yuan Zhou said secretly in his heart.

Yes, the system is indeed very user-friendly, and the crayfish provided for the first time need to be carefully fed by Yuan Zhou to change the water and spit sand, but the crayfish that have been spit out of the sand can be provided later.

Thinking about it, it is worthy of the chef system, this is done so that Yuan Zhou can handle the crayfish by himself, and when Yuan Zhou will, the system will start to provide crayfish after spitting sand, and it is really all to improve cooking skills.

In this regard, Yuan Zhou didn't have anything, but as soon as he walked to the crayfish pool, he subconsciously picked up a book.

"Just reading a book of poetry. Yuan Zhou stood on the edge of the crayfish pool, holding a book with a crusty cover in his hand.

On the cover, there are a row of gilded characters: 300 Tang poems, and three small dots, written in hardcover.

Yuan Zhou opened the book of poems, and then directly began to read to the crayfish: "You come from your hometown, you should know about your hometown." In front of the window in the coming day, the cold plum blossoms are not blooming?"

This poem is about someone who has just come from the poet's hometown, and he must know the human situation in his hometown. So the poet asked him if he knew if the plum blossom had bloomed in front of the window of his house with carved patterns?"

"Alright, now let's move on to the next one. Yuan Zhou looked at the crayfish in the pond, and then continued to read the next poem.

Yuan Zhou's voice was clear, the volume was moderate, his movements were sophisticated, and the poetry book in his hand had already turned more than half of the pages, obviously he had read it continuously for a long time.

This behavior is quite strange, reading poems to crayfish, and this is going to start from the day Yuan Zhou got the crayfish ingredients.

"This requires me to be confident that I have no problem feeding Tusha, but what does this poetry book mean. Yuan Zhou pointed to the thick hardcover edition of three hundred Tang poems on the edge of the pool and asked.

"According to experimental research, whether it is a green plant or a living thing, often hearing literary masterpieces or praises is helpful for their growth and development. ”

"So what. Yuan Zhou held the poetry book and had a bad premonition in his heart.

The system reads: "The host of this poetry collection can read it to the crayfish when changing the water and feeding the sand every day, so that they can grow better and the meat is more delicious." ”

"I have an idea. Yuan Zhou said.

However, the system didn't reply, but Yuan Zhou didn't care, and continued: "Do you like to listen to good things? Actually, I also like to listen, or the system will try to praise me every day, so maybe my cooking skills can improve faster." ”

The current words of the system: "The ingredients provided by this system are now listening to poetry books and classical music every day, and the ones that need to be fed are fed by good-looking humans, so there is this delicious meat." ”

“...... Well, I read. Yuan Zhou was very helpless, but after listening to the system's explanation, he also picked up the poetry collection and prepared to read it.

"However, my advice should you think about it, I am serious. Yuan Zhou finally said.

Of course, the system didn't reply.

In fact, Yuan Zhou really believes what the system says, so since he had crayfish, Yuan Zhou will spend some time reading poetry to them every day.

No, now I just don't want him to feed Tusha and subconsciously come.

Yuan Zhou believes that the system loves to listen to good words, and he believes it very much, so he looks at those words that praise him on the Internet to improve his cooking skills, not for anything else.

"Well, it's all about improving your cooking skills. After reading the poem, Yuan Zhou took out his mobile phone and began to read the news praising him on the Internet, diners' messages and the like.

Whether it is praising his good craftsmanship or praising him for being handsome, Yuan Zhou accepts all the orders, and those who come do not refuse, and they look very seriously.

When he was in a good mood, Yuan Zhou began to prepare for carving practice as usual to consolidate his cooking skills.

When it was time for dinner, there were even more diners, and this time Wuhai came down ten minutes earlier than usual and finally regained the first place.

Because dinner is only two hours, the number of diners is almost fixed, which makes diners queue up earlier.

However, because crayfish have been produced in Yuanzhou, the shops on the side have also launched crayfish to attract diners who have not eaten in Yuanzhou's small shops.

Therefore, the entire Taoxi Road has entered a period of explosion of people, and many people have rushed here just to eat crayfish.

At dinner time, Technician Cheng and Zhou Jia arrived at the store almost at the same time, and as soon as they arrived at the store, the two began to rush to work.

Looking at Cheng Technician's teachers and students, jumping up and down, it seems that there is nothing to do.

During the two-hour dinner, the shop was as full as usual, and diners came in a steady stream of diners.

And today's diners who enter the door are almost everyone in front of a piece of crayfish.

"Fortunately, this shrimp shell system will be recycled, otherwise this shrimp shell would have to be dumped a lot every day. At the end of dinner time, after all the diners left, Yuan Zhou stretched his waist without a trace.

"Okay, tonight is drinking, Zhaomei, you can go home too. Yuan Zhou looked at Technician Cheng who was still in the store and said.

"Okay, master. Technician Cheng smiled on his chubby face, nodded, and then prepared to leave.

When Technician Cheng walked out of the store, Yuan Zhou went upstairs and took a garbage bag to go out and throw out the garbage.

This habit was developed because of the old man who scavenged in the past, and it is still retained, but now Yuan Zhou does not throw away food, but instead throws away his own household garbage.

And Cheng Technician, who went out, didn't turn on the phone until he walked out of the Yuanzhou store far away and was almost at the corner of the street.

Yes, Technician Cheng began to turn off his mobile phone in the Yuanzhou shop.

It's just that as soon as I opened it, a phone call came in immediately, and it showed that it was still my wife, and Technician Cheng sighed and picked up the phone.

"Cheng Zhaomei, did you forget what I said in the afternoon so quickly, and now you actually turn off your mobile phone. The female voice said sharply.

"Wife, I haven't forgotten. Technician Cheng's voice was a little tired.

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