After waking up early in the morning, Wuhai, who had dreamt of eating pickled crab meat for the whole night, naturally prepared to go jogging in high spirits.
As for Yuan Zhou, he had also finished washing up and went downstairs to exercise.
"Compass, Compass, where's your pickled crab meat?" This was the first thing Wuhai said when he saw Yuan Zhou.
"I just woke up. Jogging and making breakfast," Yuan Zhou answered concisely.
"True. It's too early now. I'll wait a little longer," Wuhai nodded and replied.
"I'm not selling the pickled crab meat, and I'm not treating you to it," Yuan Zhou said seriously while jogging.
"It's fine if you're not selling it. You don't have to treat me to it either. I'm just helping you to taste it. I'm familiar with all kinds of flavors," Wuhai said honestly.
"I refuse," Yuan Zhou said straightforwardly.
"Boss Yuan, Compass, Boss Compass, how could you have the heart to refuse such a small request of mine?" Wuhai caught up to Yuan Zhou.
"I have the heart," Yuan Zhou said straightforwardly.
"Eh …" Wuhai instantly choked. But for the sake of food, choking was nothing. Even if he choked, Wuhai would still eat it.
While Wuhai was working hard for his food, Tang Xi, who woke up early on the weekend, was also preparing to go out.
As a fangirl of Yuan Zhou, Tang Xi had always been very responsible and responsible.
For example, when Yuan Zhou's review website first discovered that Tang Xi was the one being criticized, she made a new discovery this time.
"I wonder if this person is worth Boss Yuan's help," Tang Xi carried a brown bag and walked out of the house in big strides.
Yuan Zhou would make a big assortment of fried rice every night and send it to the junkyard. Wuhai did not notice it as he was not that smart, but Tang Xi did.
Then, she saw the old man picking up the food.
As if they had a tacit understanding, Yuan Zhou would put it down, and the old man would pick it up a few minutes later.
Of course, Tang Xi also saw the scene of the grandpa cleaning up the garbage dump. However, there were too many scammers nowadays. Tang Xi, who had seen a lot of news, had already imagined a bunch of social news. Tang Xi made a serious decision. She wanted to protect her idol, Yuan Zhou.
After all, from Tang Xi's point of view, Yuan Zhou was an idiot with a cold face but a warm heart. To be precise, he was too warm-hearted and could easily be abducted by human traffickers.
Therefore, Tang Xi decided to pay the old man a visit and conduct an in-depth investigation.
"Ring ring, ring ring ring." Tang Xi's phone rang. She took out a phone with a big ear.
As a qualified fangirl, Tang Xi even changed her ringtone to the same as Yuan Zhou's.
"Good morning, Sister Jiang," Tang Xi said energetically.
It was Jiang Changxi who called. She was also someone who knew about Tang Xi's operation today.
"Seems like you've already gone out, Little Candy." Jiang Changxi's voice was a little lazy and seductive.
"That's right. I'm preparing to go to my first stop. I want to see if the grandpa is the same in other places," Tang Xi said energetically.
"Little Candy, you have to be careful. Don't let Compass know. He won't be happy," Jiang Changxi reminded her seriously.
"Yes, I know. I believe in Boss Yuan, but I've looked up a lot of news recently. I'm afraid that person is lying to Boss Yuan," Tang Xi nodded and replied seriously.
"Alright, be careful," Jiang Changxi reminded her.
"I will. Don't worry, Sister Jiang," Tang Xi said.
"I know you know what to do, Little Candy." Jiang Changxi praised Tang Xi.
"Oh right, Sister Jiang, if that grandpa is real, I want to help too. I want to learn from Boss Yuan," Tang Xi said firmly.
"Yes, Little Candy is as kind as Compass," Jiang Changxi comforted her.
"Of course." When Tang Xi heard Jiang Changxi put her on the same level as Yuan Zhou, she instantly stuck out her chest proudly and happily.
"Alright, that's enough," Jiang Changxi said goodbye and hung up the phone.
Then, Tang Xi started her journey with a sense of honor.
As for Yuan Zhou, he naturally got rid of Wu Hai in a well-practiced and old-fashioned way and went back to cook breakfast.
Of course, he wasn't making Longan Buns today.
When it was time for breakfast, the grandpa appeared again with his grandson, Little Hu. This time, it was just the two of them.
"Little Hu, I'm not making buns today. I'm making noodles that you don't like," the grandpa said to his grandson with a smile.
"Is it the noodles cooked by the good-looking uncle today?" Little Hu frowned and looked at Yuan Zhou with his big eyes while asking in a soft voice.
"It's the Clear Broth Noodle Soup. It tastes good," Yuan Zhou nodded seriously and then added after a short pause.
"Little Hu, believe me. The noodles are delicious. I want a bowl," Little Hu said to his grandpa seriously with a straight face.
Obviously, Little Hu remembered the delicacy of the buns and the dishes yesterday.
"Little Hu, you didn't even finish a bowl of noodles last time at home. You even said you hated noodles the most," the grandpa exposed his grandson's shortcomings.
"By the way, you even made a scene and refused to eat it," the grandpa added with a smile.
"Grandpa!" Little Hu looked at the grandpa angrily.
"It's no use calling me. If you can't finish it, you can't come here to eat next time," the grandpa said.
"Why?" Little Hu tilted his head and asked.
"Because it's the rule here. Can you finish it?" the grandpa said.
"Alright, I'll definitely finish it," Little Hu said with a little grievance.
"Okay. Give me two bowls of Clear Broth Noodle Soup," the grandpa began to order.
Little Hu sat on the chair and waited for his breakfast while feeling a little wronged. On the other hand, the grandpa was in a good mood.
Not only did he manage to eat the breakfast cooked by Yuan Zhou, but he also taught his grandson a lesson. The grandpa felt quite accomplished.
After the breakfast, Wu Hai didn't pester him anymore. He knew the pickled crab meat needed time, so he naturally didn't want to disturb Yuan Zhou now.
Then, Yuan Zhou didn't need to close the door.
The system provided seven crabs of Dongchang Lake in every serving of ingredients. Yuan Zhou practiced peeling them one by one every time.
He had just finished peeling a crab. Before he raised his head, Yuan Zhou heard someone walk into the restaurant.
"I'm sorry. The restaurant isn't open yet. Please come again during the business hours," Yuan Zhou said habitually.
"No, I'm not here to eat," the person had a mellow voice. He didn't sound young.
Yuan Zhou raised his head and looked at him. He was indeed an old man in his 50s.
He was dressed in a grey suit. His gray hair was combed neatly and cleanly. There were wrinkles on his face, but he looked gentle. He was also carrying a black briefcase in his hand.
"What's the matter?" Yuan Zhou asked.
"I want to ask if the money box at the door belongs to you, boss," the person asked.
"Yes. It was suggested by a customer surnamed Ma in my restaurant," Yuan Zhou said.
"Thank you to the customer surnamed Ma in your restaurant and also thank you for helping me 20 years ago," seeing Yuan Zhou nod his head, the person paused for a while and then said.
"Thank you for helping me. Thank you," the person thanked them sincerely and earnestly.
"You are welcome," Yuan Zhou was dumbfounded. How old was he 20 years ago? How could he have helped? Did he mistake him for someone else?
A myriad of thoughts flashed across his mind, but he still answered indifferently.
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