"Thank you, Little Yuan. This is good stuff." The old man took the flashlight and looked at it over and over again, as if it was a treasure.
"You're welcome. This is the charging cable." Yuan Zhou took the bundled charging cable. He had specially bought it for charging, not for adding batteries.
"I like to tidy up, so this cable can still be used for a long time." Yuan Zhou said deliberately.
"Boss Yuan is a clean person. That's for sure." The System did not doubt at all and nodded in praise of Yuan Zhou's love of cleanliness.
"This five and ten RMB can be checked for authenticity. It's the same as the one just now. You can try it." Yuan Zhou said.
"Really? That's so convenient. " The System picked up the small flashlight and carefully took out the coins wrapped in several layers of plastic bags to check.
Every time a small five, ten, or twenty RMB appeared, the System's smile widened.
After a few consecutive checks, the System stopped and said embarrassedly, "This is so convenient. Thank you, Yuan."
"You're welcome. This has been out for a long time. It's specially used for household use. You don't know about it because you don't go online." Yuan Zhou said.
"You young people know so much." The System carefully put away the small flashlight.
"You can hang it on the key. It's not afraid of falling or water." Yuan Zhou said.
"Still, I have to keep it well." The System did not agree this time and put it away carefully.
"Okay." Yuan Zhou nodded without saying anything.
"Alright. I'll be bothering you, Yuan. I'll go back first." The System put away the flashlight and money and prepared to leave.
"Not at all. Take care." Yuan Zhou said.
"Thank you, Yuan." The System thanked him again before turning around.
This time, Yuan Zhou did not say anything. He just nodded and watched the System walk away.
"Fortunately, it's all done. I'm really a prophet." Yuan Zhou turned to look at the packed express delivery box and praised himself in his heart with a blank expression.
Yes, this ultraviolet anti-counterfeiting lamp was bought by Yuan Zhou after he dealt with the people who used fake money. When the old man arrived, Yuan Zhou had just opened the express delivery. The timing was just right.
The morning passed by quickly. Not long after the old man left, Yuan Zhou read half of the book again and began to prepare the ingredients for lunch.
During lunchtime, the Yuanzhou shop was also full of people.
In the afternoon, Yuan Zhou sat at the entrance of the shop and started carving. He raised the knife in his hand and quickly carved radish carvings.
During this period, the arrival of Mu Xiaoyun made Yuan Zhou stop for five minutes, and he spent the rest of the time seriously sculpting.
When the alarm on his phone rang, Yuan Zhou put away the knife and started to prepare the ingredients for dinner. After dinner, he made fried rice and soup.
As usual, he stirred it with a spoon and then indicated that he didn't want to drink it. Then, he packed it with the fried rice and put it in the garbage recycling bin. Today's fried rice was tomato and egg fried rice. The sweet and sour soft tomato and egg were very suitable for the elderly.
After that, it was time for Yuan Zhou to recharge his batteries and think about the mission.
After all, Yuan Zhou was still a person who had a mission to complete.
"I wonder if this 100 Styles of Rice Cuisine can become the third popular dish on the internet." Yuan Zhou flipped through the menu and then had a preliminary idea.
That's right. After the incident with Jin Ming, Yuan Zhou thought that this 100 Styles of Rice Cuisine also had the potential to become a popular dish on the internet.
"However, the Drip Cooked Rice is one of the dishes in the 100 Styles of Rice Cuisine. I wonder if the other cooking methods have a chance." Yuan Zhou knitted his brows and thought seriously.
Yuan Zhou liked to focus on one thing. Therefore, after he had some ideas about the 100 Styles of Rice Cuisine, he continued to read the cookery books.
While reading, Yuan Zhou asked the system about the cooking methods or ingredients he saw. He even tried to cook them by himself.
On this day, Yuan Zhou didn't have any time to rest except for sleeping at night.
Nevertheless, Yuan Zhou spent every day like this. Therefore, Yuan Zhou's pace was still the same the next day.
In the evening, however, after Wu Hai finished his dinner, he muttered at the side, "Why didn't the rich guy come today?"
"Yeah. Brother Ling didn't come yesterday, either." Zhou Jia nodded her head at the side.
"Maybe he was busy," Zhao YIngjun answered conveniently.
"Um. After all, he still has his company to manage," Wang Nan stroked his small flat head and said.
Ever since Zhuang Xinmu got pregnant, Wu Zhou seldom came here. He didn't work overtime and would rush back home after getting off work on time. Even during the lunch break, he would go back home to see Zhuang Xinmu.
Of course, the two of them would come here occasionally. At that time, it was usually when Zhuang Xinmu was hungry for food and they would come over to have a meal together.
Therefore, most of the people who came here today were his colleagues, Zhao YIngjun and Wang Nan.
Of course, the one who came the most was Wang Nan. He treated this place as another Jinling, another gathering place for his hometown.
"Impossible. He didn't go to the company," said Jiang Changxi. She didn't have her usual teasing expression on her face. Instead, she had a serious expression.
"Huh? Then where did Brother Ling go? "Tang Xi looked out of the restaurant curiously, trying to find Ling Hong in the queue.
"I don't know," Jiang Changxi shrugged.
"This guy's leg might have been broken and he's resting at home," Wu Hai suddenly said with certainty.
"Why?" They all looked at Wu Hai.
Wu Hai stroked his own mustache and said with an unfathomable expression, "Because his grandpa said he would break his leg one day."
"Ahem ahem." Yuan Zhou, who was listening openly, couldn't help coughing.
"What's wrong? Compass, are you sick? "Wu Hai immediately turned his head and stared sternly at Yuan Zhou, who was wearing a mask and whose facial expression couldn't be seen.
"Master, are you sick?" Engineer Cheng, who had been silent all this while, also looked at Yuan Zhou worriedly.
"Boss Yuan, are you sick again? Do you want to go to my house to drink some preventive soup? "As usual, Jiang Changxi teased him without any worry.
What a joke. Except for those two who were overly concerned, Yuan Zhou knew he was choking on his saliva the moment he heard that.
Besides, no one knew Yuan Zhou's character better than Jiang Changxi. Even if Shin Min couldn't go home, Yuan Zhou would call her and ask her to send her home.
Moreover, Ling Hong, a frequent visitor, had disappeared for two days. Jiang Changxi didn't even need to look to know that Yuan Zhou was listening to their conversation just now.
He must have been choked by Wu Hai's answer just now.
"I'm fine. I'm fine." Yuan Zhou put down his hand that was covering his mouth and answered firmly while washing his hands.
"It's good that you don't have a cold. You should get treatment early if you are sick," Wu Hai said seriously.
"Don't worry. I will open the restaurant on time." Yuan Zhou was speechless at Wu Hai's rare seriousness.
"Master Yuan, I also know how to make preventive soup. I will bring some for you tomorrow. Do you want to drink some?" Engineer Cheng suddenly said.
"Although the taste isn't as good as yours, Master Yuan." Master Cheng stroked his fat belly in a simple and honest manner.
"Thank you." Yuan Zhou didn't refuse and nodded.
"That's great. Wait for me. I will cook it tonight when I get back," Engineer Cheng said excitedly.
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