In the afternoon, after Yuan Zhou tasted the beef mince, he devoted himself to the study of culinary skills. A whole Cantonese cuisine, plus the soup and snacks, could really be said to be broad and profound.
Not to mention other things, the sudden addition of a new cuisine in the restaurant would probably make the customers very confused. After all, Sichuan cuisine was the existing Sichuan cuisine, followed by the snacks.
Yuan Zhou was afraid that the customers wouldn't be able to stand such a big surprise.
"Do I do it step by step, or do I do something big?" Yuan Zhou was thinking in his mind.
Time passed by quickly. In the blink of an eye, it was dinnertime. Although Ling Hong liked ruan Xiaoqing, he didn't reveal his feelings to her frequently. If chasing after someone affected others, it would be called being a hooligan. Ling Hong had a good grasp of his feelings.
