Ouch!
It hurts so much!
Huang He felt like he'd been tricked by capital.
But then he thought, his family at this table seemed more like capitalists.
His heart ached even more.
The Feiyan Restaurant was passed down to him as the third generation. He never rested on his laurels and had contact with famous chefs from Jiazhou and even Rongcheng. He also frequently visited top restaurants to taste and learn from their cuisines.
His cooking skills weren't up to par with a third level chef, but he had a discerning eye.
Whether a dish was good or bad, he could tell after just one bite.
This braised pork ribs were indeed better than what his family's restaurant made, even better than Li Laosan's.
Huang Ying loved to eat as much as he did, but her palate was even more discerning. While her evaluation was a bit exaggerated, but it was true.
Huang Bing, a guy who doesn't usually like meat, was already slurping down his third spare rib, which spoke volumes.
"Is it really that good?" Zhao Shulan understood something from Huang He's expression. She also picked up a spare rib, took a bite, and after savoring it, her eyes lit up. She exclaimed, "It's really good! The seasoning is superb, the heat control is perfect, tender and flavorful. I never expected such a small restaurant to make such delicious braised pork ribs."
Zhao Dong put two spare ribs into the old lady's bowl, a smug look on his face. "I told you it wouldn't be bad, right? Brother in law, no need for you to bring the liquors, I'll get it myself next time."
"Don't be so hasty!" Huang He gritted his teeth, glaring at Zhao Dong. "We ordered six dishes, you can't just declare me the loser after one, can you? At least… two!"
He wasn't heartbroken about the two bottles of good liquors, but seeing the badges he had almost won slip away again truly broke his heart.
"Three dishes! I'll make you admit defeat wholeheartedly." Zhao Dong smiled brightly.
"Brother in law, I trust your character. You've tasted too many good things, you know perfectly well how good a dish is. You can't fool yourself."
"Okay!" Huang He nodded, stood up, and picked up a piece of beef and a piece of dried bamboo shoot into his bowl.
Braised beef with dried bamboo shoots, a classic Sichuan dish.
The skill in making this dish isn't just about cooking the beef well, the key is the deliciousness of the dried bamboo shoots.
The best cut of beef for braising is brisket, lean with a touch of fat and some tendons. When cooked until tender, the meat doesn't fall apart easily, resulting in a superior texture.
He first tasted the beef. The fat melted in his mouth, the lean meat was soft but not mushy, and the tendons were chewy and tender. It was easy to cut with a gentle bite, and it was also a bit chewy. The meat juices splashed between his teeth, and the aroma of the meat was rich and spicy.
Huang He nodded slightly, then put the dried bamboo shoots in his mouth.
Crunch!
It had a slightly crunchy texture, but the dried bamboo shoots had actually absorbed all the beef broth, making them incredibly flavorful.
Huang He was silent for a moment, then nodded and said, "This braised beef with dried bamboo shoots is better than Li Laosan's, you won't find anything better in Jiazhou."
Just as Zhao Dong said, he had tasted too many dishes made by famous chefs, he could tell good from bad with just one bite, and he couldn't bring himself to say anything against his conscience.
That's why many master chefs like to invite him to try their new dishes.
Because he speaks very directly, saying what he thinks, and never flattering others based on their status.
Li Laosan's braised beef was excellent, but the seasoning was noticeably inferior to this braised beef with dried bamboo shoots.
At twenty years old, to be able to cook two dishes to this standard truly astonished Huang He.
Many master chefs, with decades of experience, couldn't cook beef like this. Could this… be a genius?
Everyone was surprised to hear this, not expecting Huang He to elevate this braised beef with dried bamboo shoots to such a high level.
"It's so delicious! This beef broth would definitely be great with rice. Uncle, please get me a bowl of rice, please!" Huang Ying had already handed the bowl to Zhao Dong, who was serving rice.
"Sure." Zhao Dong smiled and took the bowl, then looked at Zhao Shulan and said, "Zhou Yan's steamed rice is also delicious, just as good as our mother's. Sister, would you like a bowl?"
"Really?" Zhao Shulan's interest was piqued, and she immediately handed over the bowl she was holding. "Half a bowl is enough."
The earthenware bowl contained half a bowl of rice. The aroma of rice was mingled with a faint scent of wood. When stirred with chopsticks, each grain was distinct yet slightly sticky.
Zhao Shulan picked up a mouthful of rice, chewed it carefully, and a look of surprise appeared on her face. After swallowing, she looked at Zhao Dong and said, "Mother doesn't cook anymore, and I haven't had such good rice in ages! It's fragrant and soft, with a slightly sweet aftertaste. It's almost exactly like the same as mother's."
"Mom, adding some broth to the rice makes it even better!" Huang Ying shoveled rice into her mouth, chewing heartily, and didn't forget to strongly recommend it to her mother.
"Is it really that good?" Huang Bing couldn't resist scooping up half a bowl of rice, and then used a serving spoon to scoop a few spoonfuls of beef broth onto the rice. He took a bite, and his eyes immediately lit up!
So fragrant!
The rice coated in the rich beef broth was bursting with meaty flavor. Add a piece of beef and dried bamboo shoots, and it was even more delicious.
This beef…when did it become so delicious?
He eats it at his family's restaurant everyday, but it never tasted like this before.
"Here's the twice-cooked pork and the minced beef." Zhao Tieying said, bringing the dishes over again.
There were two servings of twice-cooked pork, and one serving of minced beef was placed in the middle.
These are two stir-fried dishes.
Huang He leaned forward slightly, looking at the twice-cooked pork that was curled up in a perfect lamp-like shape and glistening with oil, and felt a chill run down his spine.
The presentation was too beautiful!
The only downside is the plain plate used for serving. If it was served on plates from their Feiyan Restaurant, it could easily sell for 3.5 yuan a serving in a private room.
He picked up a piece of twice-cooked pork, with a garlic stalk rolled up in the middle. The meat trembled as he picked it up, and the oil on the meat glistened. This is what experts often call "trembling when picked up".
This state indicated that the twice-cooked pork was cooked to perfection.
The meat is also of high quality, authentic second cut pork.
Some restaurants use pork belly, which he wouldn't even touch with his chopsticks.
The twice-cooked pork has a wonderful texture: the skin is fragrant and chewy, the fatty parts melt in his mouth, and the lean parts are tender yet slightly chewy.
Garlic sprouts are sandwiched in the middle, their refreshing aroma cutting through the richness.
One bite, and it's fatty but not oily, fragrant but not greasy.
Twice-cooked pork stir-fried in a large wok over an earthen stove always tastes even better.
"Brother in law, how's the twice-cooked pork?" Zhao Dong looked at Huang He expectantly.
"It's cooked perfectly, no worse than the twice-cooked pork at Rongcheng Restaurant." Huang He nodded in agreement, then sighed deeply, pointing at Zhao Dong helplessly, "You, you, you deliberately set me up!"
Not only did the badges lose, but now he's even wasted two bottles of good liquors!
He's furious.
Twice-cooked pork is a common homestyle dish, frequently seen in Sichuan restaurants.
But the more common the dish, the more skillfully it showcases the chef's expertise.
"This minced beef smells so good! It's perfect for mixing with rice!" Huang Ying made another discovery and first scooped a spoonful into Grandma Zhao's bowl. "Grandma, you should try some too."
"Yingying, eat less rice, have some vegetables." Zhao Shulan looked at her, her eyes filled with worry.
Grandma Zhao put a piece of twice-cooked pork on Huang Ying's bowl and said with a smile, "Eat up! Food is essential for life! You'll get hungry if you skip a meal! Being able to eat is a blessing! Don't listen to your mother's nonsense."
Huang Ying moved closer to Grandma Zhao, holding her bowl, and smiled smugly at Zhao Shulan.
Zhao Shulan was amused and annoyed. She'd deal with her when they got back.
It was all Huang He's fault for spoiling her too much, feeding her all sorts of delicious food everyday, unlimited candy and chocolate, eating and then sleeping, sleeping and then eating again, her bag always full of snacks.
Over the past three years, her physique has increased dramatically, growing from a chubby girl weighing 120 jin to a large chubby girl weighing 180 jin.
As her mother, she was very worried. Her daughter was eighteen years old and was approaching the age to get married, but her current physique had scared away several potential blind dates.
The doctor also said that being too fat is bad for her health. She gets out of breath after just a few steps, and even cycling is slow and requires frequent rest, she has none of the energy and stamina of a young person.
Zhao Shulan doesn't expect her to become a slender beauty. She'd be happy if she could get back to 120 jin. A little chubby is fine, as long as she can jump and play and it doesn't affect her daily life, that's fine.
"Eat more! You smoke, drink, and stay up all night everyday, but you don't touch a single grain of rice or meat!" Zhao Shulan put a piece of meat in Huang Bing's bowl, looking at her thin, pale son with dark circles under his eyes, and said irritably.
These two are completely opposite; one loves to eat, the other eats nothing at all.
He was so thin that he was just skin and bones, standing at 1.75 meters tall but weighing less than 100 jin.
Huang He often says that her son has been spoiled by her. Recently, she has started to consider cutting off his pocket money, but she is also afraid that he will run into trouble and go astray if he has no money.
"Mmm, I'll eat an extra bowl of rice today. I haven't had such delicious food in ages." Huang Bing nodded, adding another spoonful of minced beef.
He finally understood, he didn't dislike eating, he just didn't like his own family restaurant's cooking.
He still loves good food from outside!
Then, the spicy stir-fried pork liver and the crucian carp with perilla leaves were served.
Huang He ladled out a large bowl of rice. These dishes were so delicious with rice, they tasted even better with it.
"Brother in law, try this spicy stir-fried pork liver, it really shows his skill." Zhao Dong strongly recommended.
"This spicy stir-fried pork liver is Master Xiao's signature dish. I've tried it twice before, but if you're talking about really good spicy stir-fried pork liver, it has to be Master Kong Huaifeng. His pork liver was incredibly fragrant, spicy, crispy, and tender. It's a pity Master Kong has passed away, I won't be able to taste such good spicy stir-fried pork liver anymore." Huang He's tone was filled with nostalgia and emotion as he looked at the spicy stir-fried pork liver in front of him and nodded, "The color is perfect, there's not a drop of excess broth. The inheritance of sect is indeed very good."
After speaking, he picked up a piece of pork liver and put it in his mouth, savoring it carefully, his eyes gradually brightening.
The freshly cooked pork liver was still a little hot, but that's the essence of spicy stir-fried pork liver – the smoky flavor imparted by the wok.
Spicy and fragrant, tender and smooth, the spicy flavor explodes on the taste buds, this hot and spicy stir-fried pork liver is so delicious!
After finishing it, Huang He fell silent again. He ate two more pieces, shoveled several mouthfuls of rice into his mouth, and then looked up at Zhao Dong with clear eyes: "How old did you just say Zhou Yan is?"
"Twenty." Zhao Dong said.
"His spicy stir-fried pork liver at twenty was on par with his Grandmaster's." Huang He swallowed hard.
"His braised crucian carp with perilla leaves was no worse than Master Kong's." Zhao Shulan, sitting beside him, put down her chopsticks, her expression equally astonished.
If Zhao Dong was telling the truth, what a genius he was!
"I knew it! It's just as good as Li Laosan's cooking." Zhao Dong laughed, his face full of pride.
"Are you familiar with him? I'm thinking of asking him to work at Feiyan Restaurant. What do you think?" Huang He leaned closer and whispered, "If it works out, I'll get you a case of Maotai!"
Upon hearing about Maotai, Zhao Dong's eyes lit up, but he quickly shook his head: "Zhou Yan's restaurant business is so good, I'm afraid he wouldn't be willing."
"How will you know if you don't ask? Our Feiyan Restaurant is a century-old establishment with excellent prospects. Just introduce me to him, and I'll handle the rest." Huang He said confidently.
"Okay, then I'll introduce you after dinner,. Zhao Dong nodded. He had nothing to lose anyway, whether it worked out or not, he'd already gotten two bottles of good liquors for free, and he was quite happy.
They ate two buckets of rice for this meal.
Even Old Mrs. Zhao, who usually only eats half a bowl of rice, ate a whole bowl today.
After they finished eating, most of the other customers in the restaurant had left, and everyone had a satisfied smile on their face.
Huang He gave Zhao Dong a look.
Zhao Dong understood and stood up to speak when he saw Zhou Yan taking off his apron and coming out of the kitchen. He quickly smiled and waved, saying, "Zhou Yan, my brother in law would like to meet you."
Everyone looked up at the sound of his voice.
Huang Ying's eyes lit up immediately. So tall! So handsome! So good looking!
How could there be such a handsome man in Sichuan!
Why did that mountain-like fat guy stand up? He's blocking my view of the handsome guy!
Oh, it's my dad...
Huang Ying peeked to the side and continued watching. Could it be that he made such delicious food?
He's handsome, can cook, and happens to be my favorite food!
Then...aren't we a perfect match?
"You're squeezing me!" Huang Bing reached out and pressed her head down, his eyes shining as he looked at Zhou Yan: "Damn! How can someone look exactly like me! It's so enviable..."
"Brother, you really dare to dream..." Huang Ying glanced at his thin arms and legs, and his slicked-back hair that even flies would slip on. Then she looked at the other man, who had broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and long legs, and was incredibly handsome even with a buzz cut.
"Get lost!" Huang Bing gritted his teeth!
Zhou Yan walked over with a smile.
Huang He immediately extended his hand and smiled, "Hello, Master Zhou, I'm Huang He, the owner of Feiyan Restaurant."
"Hello, Boss Huang." Zhou Yan smiled and shook hands with him, glancing at the others at the table out of the corner of his eyes. Zhao Dong probably doesn't have a younger sister, right?
Then he noticed two burning gazes fixed on him, quite intensely.
"Master Zhou, your cooking skills are superb. Whether it's braising or stir-frying, your control over seasoning and heat is excellent. Especially that spicy stir-fried pork liver, it even gave me the illusion that Master Kong Huaifeng had been reincarnated. Truly, a great teacher produces a great student." Huang He held Zhou Yan's hand tightly, his gaze equally intense.
"Boss Huang, you flatter me. I'm not even as good as my Master, how could I dare compare myself to my Grandmaster?" Zhou Yan smiled and withdrew his hand. The excessive flattery from the people in same industry made him a little uneasy. He always felt there was something insincere about it.
"It might be impolite to say this, but I've always been straightforward in this industry, I say what I think. As for these six dishes today, I think you're already more skilled than Master Xiao." Huang He said earnestly. "Master Zhou's talent is unparalleled, you're destined to become a master chef, as famous in the Sichuan cuisine world as Master Kong."
Zhao Shulan looked at Huang He and Zhou Yan with surprise. This was the first time she'd heard such praise from her husband, demonstrating his high regard for Zhou Yan.
Zhao Dong's expression was strange. He knew his brother in law was trying to poach talent, and his praise was utterly unreserved.
"Master Kong is his Grandmaster? Then what about me, having eaten fish cooked by Master Kong?" Huang Ying's mind raced.
"Nonsense! What does that have to do with him?" Huang Bing scoffed.
"Get lost!" Huang Ying gritted her teeth.
Aunt Zhao and Comrade Old Zhou, who were clearing the table nearby, slowed down their movements. Why was he praising Zhou Yan after finishing his meal?
Zhou Yan smiled and nodded: "Boss Huang, you flatter me."
(Sounds nice, I like to hear it, continue!)
"It's like this, Master Zhou, I'd like to invite you to Jiazhou to be the head chef at our Feiyan Restaurant. You'll just need to cook the dishes on your menu. I'll arrange accommodation for you, and I'll give you priority in recommending you for any competitions or grading opportunities in the future." Huang He said solemnly, "Your excellent culinary skills shouldn't be buried in this small Suji. Our Feiyan Restaurant is one of the four major restaurants in Jiazhou, a century-old establishment."
"Disrespect, disrespect." Zhou Yan cupped his hands.
Huang He's face lit up with joy: "So you agree?"
"How much salary are you planning to offer me, Boss Huang?" Zhou Yan asked with a smile.
Upon hearing this, Huang He thought about it carefully and said, "If Master Zhou is willing to go, I will pay you a monthly salary of three hundred and arrange accommodation for you. You can have your three meals at the restaurant."
He offered Li Laosan 360 a month, after all, Li Laosan was the head chef, had worked there for many years, and was a national first level chef.
The salary he offered Zhou Yan was definitely generous.
Zhao Dong nodded slightly, this was more than double his salary, which was only 150 a month. It was clear his brother in law was eager to find talent.
After hearing this, Aunt Zhao and Comrade Old Zhou continued wiping the table and clearing the dishes. The boss's salary was quite high, similar to theirs.
"I'm sorry, Boss Huang, although my restaurant is small, but business is pretty good. I can easily make several tens of yuan a day." Zhou Yan declined with a smile, "I appreciate your kindness, but I'm a free spirit and I'm quite content with just this little restaurant."
Zhou Yan sensed the other party's sincerity. Most chefs at his age worked as chopping board operator in the kitchen, earning only thirty yuan a month. His Master, the head chef at the textile factory canteen, only made one hundred and sixty yuan a month.
But his restaurant was already on track, with daily profits exceeding two hundred yuan, so he really couldn't muster the interest to work a job that paid three hundred yuan a month.
Comrade Old Zhou earned more than three hundred a month.
"He refused!"
"He earns tens of yuan a day!"
"That's amazing!"
Huang Bing and Huang Ying, the siblings, were shocked.
They received a considerable amount of pocket money each month, their mother could give them over a hundred yuan when she was in a good mood. But that money came from their parents, completely different from what they earned themselves.
Zhou Yan could earn over a thousand a month?
But he's only twenty years old!
Huang He nodded after listening. Although he was a little disappointed, but Zhou Yan's attitude was very clear. However, he was still a little unwilling to give up and said, "Master Zhou, I'll put it this way today. If you ever change your mind, come to Feiyan Restaurant to find me anytime. The restaurant's doors will always be open for you."
"Okay, thank you for your kindness, Boss Huang." Zhou Yan nodded, not refusing the other party's offer.
He had heard of Feiyan Restaurant, it was considered a catering giant in Jiazhou. Building a good relationship was a good idea.
Perhaps he wanted to expand into Jiazhou in the future, and making friends would open up more avenues.
Huang He paid the bill, said goodbye to Zhou Yan, and then went out.
"Young man, the rice was delicious, and the dishes were excellent. You'll definitely be capable in the future." Old Lady Zhao said with a smile as she looked at Zhou Yan before leaving.
"Thank you, elder." Zhou Yan replied with a smile, he liked hearing that too.
"Hello, my name is Huang Bing, let's get to know each other." Huang Bing walked over, took out a cigarette case, offered Zhou Yan a cigarette, and lit one for himself.
"Thank you, I don't smoke." Zhou Yan raised his hand, looking at the motorcycle parked by the door with a smile, "Nice bike."
Huang Bing put the cigarette back in his pocket, looked at the motorcycle and smiled smugly: "Just got it a couple of days ago, the first one in Jiazhou, assembled with imported Japanese parts, single cylinder four-stroke, four speed automatic transmission, with a manual clutch, cool, right?"
"It really is cool, better looking than the 50." Zhou Yan nodded.
"Can you ride it? Want to go for a spin?" Huang Bing pulled out the keys and waved it in front of Zhou Yan.
"You said it, so I won't be polite." Zhou Yan took it easily, straddled the motorcycle, started it, and drove off.
"Hey, hey, hey..." Before Huang Bing could react, Zhou Yan had already sped off, riding fast and steadily.
Huang Bing was dumbfounded: "Wait, he really can ride it?"
"Why does it feel different when he rides it compared to when you ride it?" Huang Ying whispered.
"What's different?" Huang Bing asked casually.
"He looked kind of handsome riding it."
"What about me?"
"You look kind of funny riding it."
"Get lost!" Huang Bing's fist hardened.
Huang He and the others were also somewhat surprised. Motorcycles are quite expensive these days, most people can't afford them, let alone know how to ride them.
The motorcycle they bought for Huang Bing is mainly for use as a transportation tool for the restaurant. Sometimes it's needed to carry goods and transport people. Motorcycles are more convenient and faster than bicycles for traveling on rural roads.
"Guo Guo, you're so amazing!" Zhou Momo stood at the door, clapping her hands, her mouth wide open.
Zhou Yan rode about 300 meters before turning back. It was a new motorcycle, and it was indeed comfortable to ride.
It was less strenuous than a 28-inch bicycle, and the seat was quite soft.
After graduating, he didn't buy a car, but instead bought a second hand motorcycle for commuting. He doesn't go mountain biking or long distance motorcycle trips, just commutes within the city. He has a proper driver's license.
Cars were out of the question now, even if you had the money, you couldn't buy one.
But if he had the money, buying a motorcycle was something he could consider.
With a motorcycle, going to Rongcheng, or even Shancheng would be much more convenient.
He had just tested it, the top speed was around 70 km/h. If the road conditions were better, it could probably go even faster.
However, given the road conditions these days, there wasn't much to expect, it was mostly gravel roads.
Zhou Yan gripped the brakes, looked at Huang Bing, and smiled, "It's easy to ride. You have a good eye for motorcycles."
"Of course, I've been researching it for months." Huang Bing said, his lips curling into a wide grin, extremely pleased with himself.
Zhou Yan lowered the kickstand, preparing to get off the motorcycle.
"Guo Guo, I want to sit too!" Zhou Momo came closer, raised her little hand, and her big eyes were full of expectation.
Zhou Yan glanced at Huang Bing.
"Sit! Take her for a spin!" Huang Bing waved his hand readily.
Zhou Yan reached out and lifted Zhou Momo up, letting her sit in the front. With her little hands on the gas tank, he gently twisted the accelerator, and they took a slow, steady lap.
"Wow—"'
This delighted Zhou Momo, her little face flushed with joy.
After parking the motorcycle and removing the keys, Zhou Yan, carrying Zhou Momo, got out and handed the keys back to Huang Bing, smiling, "Thanks."
"You're welcome. I'll definitely be eating here often." Huang Bing took the keys, lowering his voice slightly, "The food is better than at my family's restaurant."
"Agreed!" Huang Ying leaned closer, expressing her agreement, and greeted Zhou Yan, "Hello, my name is Huang Ying."
"Hello, Zhou Yan." Zhou Yan smiled and nodded.
The girl was quite large, with a round face and a nice personality. Her voice was a little high-pitched, but it sounded soft. She always had a smile on her face, which Zhou Momo liked very much.
Of course, Zhou Yan suspected that she was eyeing the snack bag that the girl was carrying.
In this day and age, such a physique is proof enough of a wealthy family.
"I'll come here to eat often from now on, your cooking is so delicious." Huang Ying said with a smile, still a little reluctant to leave.
Zhao Shulan, who had just sat on the back of Huang He's bicycle, frowned slightly upon hearing this: "Huang Ying, then you'll have to ride your own bicycle."
"Doesn't my brother have a motorcycle?" Huang Ying looked at Huang Bing, "I'll come with him."
"If he dares to give you a ride, I won't even pay for the gas." Zhao Shulan glanced at Huang Bing.
"No! For Huang Ying's safety, I absolutely won't give her a ride!" Huang Bing immediately raised his hand in agreement.
Huang Ying's gaze shifted to Zhao Dong and Old Lady Zhao: "Then I'll stay at my Uncle's house!"
Zhao Shulan's gaze then shifted to Zhao Dong.
Zhao Dong quickly waved his hand: "Yingying, there's not enough room at your Uncle's house right now. You know, the company only provides three rooms. Grandma has one, your aunt and I have one, and your cousins have another room."
"Dad…" Huang Ying looked at Huang He.
Huang He felt the hand slowly applying pressure to his waist and began pretending to be busy checking the brakes, looking around and avoiding eye contact with Huang Ying.
The atmosphere became somewhat heavy for a moment.
Zhou Yan pulled Zhou Momo a little further inside the restaurant to avoid being affected.
He completely understood Zhao Shulan's concerns, even for her health, the girl should lose some weight.
[Ding! Side quest triggered: Zhao Shulan's Troubles. Zhao Shulan's daughter, Huang Ying, has gained a lot of weight in the past two years due to overeating, from 120 jin to 183 jin and 6 liang, and is trending towards 200 jin. As a mother, Zhao Shulan is worried about her daughter's health and has tried to get her to lose weight, but with little success, which is causing her distress.]
[Customer health is the pursuit of an excellent chef. Excessive obesity will ruin one's health. Please help Zhao Shulan solve her problem and help Huang Ying lose 60 jin.]
[Quest Reward: Unknown. Task Acceptance: Yes/No]
Zhou Yan raised an eyebrow. What's going on? How could such a system task be triggered?
No.
Shouldn't a good chef make people look chubby?
Asking customers to lose weight makes one seem unprofessional, doesn't it?
Zhou Yan felt this system was a bit flawed!
However, Zhou Yan felt uneasy if he didn't do the task.
Who could stand having a red dot constantly in their field of vision?
Zhou Yan looked at Huang Ying with a smile and said, "Cycling is great! Cycling is so healthy. Our restaurant sells noodles in the morning, cross-legged beef at noon, and dinner in the evening. If you make three round trips a day, your body will definitely be in great shape."