When Yuan Zhou's restaurant opened and the customers entered, Zhou Shijie said to mountain zizai,""Yu daoyi, look at me. I've been lining up for you, and I didn't even get to eat breakfast."
"It's just to satisfy my stomach. Don't worry about it. " Yu daoyi, who was also known as mountain man zizai, spoke indifferently.
"Then aren't you still in line?" Zhou Shijie said unhappily.
"You can't go back on your word." Yu daoyi said naturally.
"I've forgotten that you're an old man with no desires. " Zhou Shijie became speechless instantly.
I'm afraid this Daoist priest has never tasted a delicacy before, otherwise, he wouldn't be so indifferent. " Chu Xiao said seriously at the side,"eating is not only for the desire of the stomach. First of all, cooking is a kind of art. And delicious food is a kind of sublime enjoyment of the spirit."
