Gourmet Food Supplier

Yuan Zhou turned left along the main entrance of the inpatient department and then walked on the main road, looking for a place to eat.

Ever since Yuan Zhou realized that he shouldn't give what he didn't want to others, since he didn't want his customers to waste food, he couldn't waste food himself either.

Therefore, Yuan Zhou definitely needed to find a restaurant that looked good to eat. Only in this way could he finish all the food and not waste it.

Most of the restaurants across the inpatient department were fast food restaurants. At this time, most of the restaurants were already closed. Coincidentally, Yuan Zhou had been eating noodles at noon and in the morning. Therefore, he didn't feel like eating noodles for the late dinner.

On the way here, Yuan Zhou remembered to walk out of this Street. It was a rather bustling night market Street with a lot of beer, barbecue and crayfish. The lights looked brilliant.

"Ta ta ta". Yuan Zhou kept walking outside and soon walked out of the street. After he turned left again, he arrived at the street that he had just seen.

The moment they entered the street, the atmosphere became lively.

"It's a bit like the night on Taoxi road, but it's tidier than this. " Standing at the street corner, Yuan Zhou thought to himself.

He looked up at the sign. Although it was already the beginning of autumn, the neon lights on the street were still mostly on crayfish. Obviously, the peak season for crayfish had not ended.

"Forget about the crayfish and barbeque. Let's eat something else." Yuan Zhou covered his stomach without a trace and then continued to watch while walking.

After walking about one-third of the street, the shop's simple signboard was hung under the pincer of the signs full of crayfish barbecue.

"Dry pot King. It looks clean. This is the one." Yuan Zhou directly went up, pushed open the glass door and walked in.

As it was quite late, there weren't many people in the restaurant. Including Yuan Zhou who had just entered the restaurant, there were only three tables of customers.

The shop was indeed very clean. The floor was white, and there was no oil on it. It was clean and shiny. In the middle was the cashier, and there was a young girl with her head lowered, probably doing the accounts.

The tall cashier counter was made of brownish-red mahogany furniture. In the middle of it was engraved the words "dry pot King". On the upper left corner was a large book with the words "opinion book" written on the cover. It was very eye-catching.

There was an entrance with half a curtain hanging behind the cashier counter. It should be the kitchen. With Yuan Zhou's eyesight, he could see the pots and some bowls and plates used for preparing ingredients inside.

On the other side, there were many teapots, and they even thoughtfully placed all the hot teapots in them and placed them in a place that was not easily touched. There were also some small snacks on them, such as peas and potato chips, waiting for the dishes to be served.

On the left and right sides of the cashier counter were tables for diners. There were two rows of four tables and chairs in each row, with four people as the main seating area.

"Welcome, what would you like to eat, handsome?" The waiter was a friendly middle-aged woman. She put away the table cloth and greeted him.

"What's your signature dried pot?" Yuan Zhou found an empty seat and sat down before asking directly.

"Handsome, you don't know. Our dried pot is our signature dish. It depends on what you like to eat." The middle-aged woman handed over the thin menu with a smile and pointed at the entire page of dried pots.

"Then I'll have a small dried chicken and pepper pot. Do you have porridge?" Yuan Zhou prepared to order the dishes, but then he changed the topic and asked.

"It's too late for congee. They've already been sold out. There's still hot rice. " The middle-aged woman said.

"Okay, a small dried chicken with chili and a bowl of plain white rice, and some hot water, no tea. Thank you." Yuan Zhou nodded his head and said.

"Alright, a bowl of hot rice in a dried chicken and pepper pot. I'll be there in a minute." The middle-aged woman didn't take the order. She shouted at the kitchen door and went to the tea table to pour water.

After a while, the middle-aged woman came with a small pot and a clean cup, as well as a plate of dried peas and potato chips.

"Thank you," he said. Yuan Zhou helped to take the plate and the cup.

"You're welcome, handsome. Take your time and eat. The food will be served soon." The middle-aged woman quickly put down the things and then said.

"Alright," he said. Yuan Zhou nodded his head and felt the temperature of the tea cup before having a sip.

The middle-aged woman went to the furthest counter to clean up the table. Her movements were careful and gentle, and she didn't make any sound to disturb the diners.

But strangely, the middle-aged women at each table only cleaned up the bowls, plates, bottles, and bones.

The griddle was still on the table.

However, Yuan Zhou only took a few glances at it and didn't investigate further. It didn't matter if it was just someone who liked to clean up like that.

After all, Yuan Zhou had made such a mistake twice when he first opened the restaurant and went out to taste every restaurant. From then on, Yuan Zhou learned to be good.

Yuan Zhou wouldn't ask about it unless it was related to culinary skills or special rules.

In about seven or eight minutes, the griddle ordered by Yuan Zhou was ready.

The chef inside knocked on the table, and the middle-aged woman washed her hands again and ran to serve the dishes.

The griddle was a double-eared iron pot placed on a simple alcohol stove, with a slight fire burning below.

The pot was steaming, and when people walked in to take a look, they saw that the dry pot was colorful and sprinkled with white sesame seeds. It looked very beautiful.

"Handsome, here's your small dried chicken pot and plain white rice. Please enjoy." The middle-aged woman put down the food in her hand steadily and then said.

"Alright, thank you." Yuan Zhou said.

"You're welcome," The middle-aged woman waved her hand and continued to do her own things.

Yuan Zhou lowered his head and looked at the griddle. It was similar to an ordinary griddle. The side dishes inside were green bamboo shoots, celery, fungus, and Kojac. Of course, the most common side dish was naturally the green and red chili rings and the chicken that was cut into small pieces.

"Ka Cha ka Cha," Yuan Zhou directly picked up a piece of chicken with soft bones and started to eat.

Then, he frowned slightly and swallowed a mouthful of rice.

The rice was indeed hot, and it could be eaten that it had just been cooked not long ago, not cold rice.

Yuan Zhou ate a mouthful of rice and a mouthful of chicken, occasionally eating some side dishes. He chewed carefully and swallowed slowly. He didn't eat very fast, but he wasn't satisfied either. In a short while, there was only some chili left in the entire dried pot. It could be said that he had eaten everything up.

The double-eared iron pot was very clean, and so was the bowl used to hold the rice. Yuan Zhou took a look at it with satisfaction and then stood up and walked to the cashier.

Just as Yuan Zhou stood up, a person's behavior in the restaurant caught his attention. He was short and fat, wearing a simple and clean T-shirt and black pants. He was holding a pair of chopsticks and testing the food in front of the pots one by one.

And the dried pot he was using to test the food was obviously the table that the middle-aged woman had just cleaned up.

"Leftovers?" Yuan Zhou was puzzled in the heart, but this person didn't look like a person who picked up leftovers to eat.

When the middle-aged man found Yuan Zhou had noticed him, he even raised his head and smiled at Yuan Zhou delightedly. Then, he nodded his head as a greeting.

Yuan Zhou also nodded his head in response and then walked to the cashier.

Yuan Zhou wasn't very curious. He just wanted to ask the girl at the cashier directly ...

[ps: today is Chinese Valentine's Day. For those with lovers, I wish everyone happiness. As for those without lovers, this Festival is also called girls 'day. Girls can beg for tricks or go shopping. It's quite a happy day.]