Yuan Zhou barked several times at the muddy yellow puppy. The muddy yellow puppy seemed to respond with a few "wu wu" sounds.
The man and the dog appeared to be quite harmonious. However, Broth at the other side didn't feel it was harmonious. It whimpered from time to time like a wolf howling.
"What's wrong, Broth?" Yuan Zhou turned his head and looked at Broth behind him.
Broth raised its head and looked at Yuan Zhou before lowering its head and lying down again.
"By the way, I have even thought of the name of your child," Yuan Zhou supported his forehead with one hand and said peacefully.
"Woof, woof, woof." Broth stood up and appeared quite vigilant.
"How is it? Are you very excited?" Yuan Zhou asked.
Broth's dog face was full of vigilance while Rice at the side just walked a few steps forward curiously. Then, it looked at Yuan Zhou with its black eyes as if it were waiting for him to say something.
"You are called Broth and you are called Rice." Yuan Zhou pointed at the gray long-haired Broth and then at the brown yellow Rice and said.
"Then it's very simple. Your child will be called Rice Soup. Isn't it very appropriate? One word for each person. Oh, no. One word for each dog," Yuan Zhou said proudly.
"Woof." Broth whined and then lay down on the ground with its four legs spread out. It seemed to have lost its will to live.
"Woof, woof." Nevertheless, Rice barked twice spiritedly.
"It seems you all like it very much. That's good," Yuan Zhou nodded his head and said.
"Woof, woof." Rice barked at Broth. Only then did Broth stand up and walk a few steps toward the back door of the restaurant. Then, it barked at Yuan Zhou.
"You want me to sleep?" Yuan Zhou instantly understood what Broth meant.
"But it's almost daybreak. We should go for a morning jog soon." Yuan Zhou stood up and looked at the pitch-black sky.
At 5: 00 am in Chengdu, the sky hadn't started to brighten yet. The sky now looked like the last darkness before dawn.
The color of the darkness was deep and thick, just waiting for the moment when the sun rose.
"Woof, woof, woof," Broth barked again.
"It's rare for you to bark so many times today." Yuan Zhou lowered his head and smiled. Then he continued, "Got it. I'll go in and lie down. I'll get up and run later."
Hearing Yuan Zhou's words, Broth stood up and went back to its nest with its new girlfriend, Rice.
"Thank you," Yuan Zhou said softly as he carried the things into the room.
He wasn't sure if he was thanking the system or Soup and Rice.
After entering the door, Yuan Zhou solemnly arranged the finished carvings. Then, he tidied up the tables and chairs and placed them on the first floor of the tavern.
Now, the tables and chairs that Yuan Zhou used for carving were all placed here. After all, there was nothing else here except for the wine barrels. It was too lonely.
By the time he was done, the sky had already begun to brighten. It was not a suitable time to sleep.
"I'm really a little tired." Yuan Zhou looked up at the sky and said softly.
With a sound of "Dadada Ta", Yuan Zhou opened the sergestes wall view door and then turned around and went back to the second floor.
"I'd better wash up and prepare to exercise." Yuan Zhou took his toiletries while walking.
When Yuan Zhou entered the washroom, he could still hear faint voices, "I'm really getting old. I only stayed up for one night and I already feel a little tired."
After Yuan Zhou washed up earnestly, it was time for his usual exercise. Yuan Zhou changed into his sportswear and went downstairs, preparing to jog.
On the way to jog, someone greeted Yuan Zhou as usual. However, Yuan Zhou didn't meet Wuhai who had already started his morning jog.
Even when Yuan Zhou arrived at Wuhai's restaurant at the main entrance, Wuhai didn't come down, nor did he stretch his head out of the window to ask about breakfast.
Yuan Zhou slightly slowed down his pace and raised his head to take a look. The slide that extended from the window of the second floor to the first floor was still there, and the window was still open as always. He could also see that the lights in the room were still on.
"This guy probably hasn't slept yet, either." The thought flashed across Yuan Zhou's mind and then he ran away slowly.
After he finished jogging, he was soaked in sweat. After he washed up and changed his clothes, Yuan Zhou looked much more energetic.
He walked to the kitchen and started to prepare breakfast.
Yuan Zhou cooked Clear Broth Noodle Soup today, which was Grandpa Jia's favorite. He said it was bland and chewy. The key point was that it could prove that he had good teeth and was still young.
During breakfast time, the customers were still the same, but there were still many who didn't come. For example, those who went to the restaurant yesterday didn't come.
After breakfast time, Engineer Cheng looked at Yuan Zhou for quite a while and then left. Nevertheless, Zhou Jia stayed behind and didn't leave.
"Boss, is it true?" Zhou Jia asked softly.
"Um." Yuan Zhou nodded the head.
"But it hasn't even been a few days. How could Grandpa Jia be like this?" Zhou Jia looked at Yuan Zhou and asked with her red eyes.
"It's a Good Samaritan." Yuan Zhou raised his head and looked at Zhou Jia and said earnestly.
"A Good Samaritan. But how could he be like this? How could he be like this?" Zhou Jia held back her tears and her nose turned red while she murmured.
"Go. See you at noon." Without saying anything more, Yuan Zhou waved his hand and said.
"Ok, boss." Zhou Jia nodded the head and then walked out of the restaurant slowly.
"Hu." Yuan Zhou let out a sigh of relief and then leaned his back slightly forward, not as straight as before.
As soon as Zhou Jia left, the restaurant instantly became quiet. Due to the comprehensive protection of the system, the restaurant was so quiet that it was a little scary.
"By the way, I haven't had breakfast yet." Yuan Zhou suddenly said softly.
While saying that, Yuan Zhou began to wash the rice and then put it directly into the rice cooker to cook the porridge. That's right. Yuan Zhou intended to eat some porridge.
After the porridge was cooked, Yuan Zhou stood up and opened the partition of the kitchen, preparing to go out.
Since he was using the rice cooker provided by the system, he didn't need anyone to look after him. Therefore, Yuan Zhou directly walked up the stairs of the opposite building.
When he went up to the door of Wuhai's art studio on the second floor, he found the door was unlocked as usual. Yuan Zhou reached out his hand and knocked on the door.
"Coming." Zheng Jiawei's voice passed from the door.
In a little while, Yuan Zhou heard a series of footsteps approaching from afar. Then, the door was opened.
"Boss Yuan? You are here. Are you okay? "Zheng Jiawei was delighted at first and then suppressed his joy. He looked at Yuan Zhou worriedly and asked cautiously.
"Where is Wuhai?" Yuan Zhou couldn't say that he was fine, so he asked directly.
"He is inside. Boss Yuan, come in." Seeing that Yuan Zhou didn't answer, Zheng Jiawei was considerate and didn't ask much. He pointed at the art studio and said.
"Um." Yuan Zhou nodded and walked inside.
As soon as he entered the room, Yuan Zhou saw the drawing papers all over the floor. Some of them were crumpled into balls and some were unfolded. The floor was almost covered with them.
The light in the room was very bright, just like the shadowless lamp in the operating theater. It seemed to be much brighter than the sunlight outside the window.
And Wuhai was standing in front of the easel. There was some greyish black paint on his face. Even his small mustache was messy. He supported the easel with both his hands and didn't move.
He was still wearing the clothes he wore yesterday. On the table beside him, there were some dishes piled up. Some of them were still steaming. It was obvious that Zheng Jiawei had just bought them but hadn't touched them.
Zheng Jiawei looked back and forth between Yuan Zhou and Wuhai with a worried expression, but he didn't say anything to disturb them.
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