While the customers in the restaurant revealed an expression of surprise at Wuhai, Yuan Zhou was thinking about the possibility of having a secret stash of money.
"That's not right. The money is first collected by me, then the system draws a percentage from me and finally goes to the bank card. In this way, I don't have to hide my secret stash of money," Yuan Zhou thought inwardly.
"Speaking of which, the manager of the bank told me last time that I can handle the business without a card." Yuan Zhou stroked his chin and thought seriously.
"That's not right either. I can discuss with my girlfriend how to manage the money. Anyway, I don't smoke, drink or gamble. I'm an exceptionally good man." Yuan Zhou praised himself in the heart happily.
"It seems that I don't need the special skill of hiding my secret stash of money anymore." Yuan Zhou thought it through instantly. He went back to the kitchen to cook with a relaxed mind and body.
Feeling so comfortable, Yuan Zhou completely forgot the fact that he didn't even have a girlfriend.
The night passed quickly. Yuan Zhou read, washed up, rested and then got up to exercise according to his own schedule.
When Yuan Zhou arrived at the entrance of his restaurant, he saw the person waiting for him there.
This person wasn't Wuhai. Wuhai had only followed Yuan Zhou for one week and then started to come intermittently. Asking him to keep exercising was much more difficult than asking him to get up and eat.
Standing at the entrance was a short-haired girl wearing denim shorts that revealed a pair of well-proportioned and white long legs. She was wearing a pair of white sneakers and a black short-sleeved shirt.
Seeing Yuan Zhou run over, she immediately revealed a sweet smile to Yuan Zhou, revealing the dimple on her right cheek.
Yuan Zhou stopped, but his arms were still swinging. Looking at the girl who had run to him, he said, "Are you Zhao Mei's daughter?"
"Yes, yes, yes. Teacher's father, do you know me?" The girl was exactly Cheng Ying. On hearing that, she looked at Yuan Zhou with a pleasantly surprised expression.
"No, you two look alike," Yuan Zhou tilted his head and said.
"Uh …" Cheng Ying felt that there was no way to continue the conversation.
Of course, there was no way to talk. Engineer Cheng had a round body, and his face was as fat as the Maitreya Buddha. She was slim and looked like her mother, cute and beautiful. Why did she feel that she looked like her father?
Cheng Ying's heart was filled with sorrow. She shut her mouth and didn't know what to say.
However, Yuan Zhou wasn't a talkative person. Since Cheng Wu didn't say anything, he naturally just kept running and didn't say anything.
After a while, when Yuan Zhou ran to the back alley, Cheng Ying said, "Teacher's father, what can I do now?"
"Don't do anything. Just wait." Yuan Zhou tilted his head and looked at Cheng Ying.
"Huh?" Cheng Ying tilted her head in confusion.
"It's too early," Yuan Zhou said.
"But Teacher's father, you got up very early. So I want to come early and see what I can do," Cheng Ying said energetically.
"No need. I will come later." Yuan Zhou shook his head.
"But, Teacher's father, I want to learn from you. I am here to help," Cheng Ying clenched her fists and said.
"Wait. What did you call me?" Standing at the back door of his house, Yuan Zhou turned around and looked at Cheng Ying and asked earnestly.
"Teacher's father," Cheng Ying said as if it was a matter of course.
Yuan Zhou knitted his brows. There was an indescribable feeling in his heart. He looked solemn and looked at Cheng Ying without saying anything.
"Because you are my father's master and I am my father's daughter. According to seniority, I should call you Teacher's father," seeing how solemn Yuan Zhou was, Cheng Ying also stood straight subconsciously and answered earnestly.
"I have checked." Seeing that Yuan Zhou still didn't say anything, Cheng Ying tried to prove for herself in a low voice.
"Call me Boss Yuan," Yuan Zhou took a deep breath without a trace and then said indifferently.
"But you should call me Teacher's father," Cheng Ying lowered her head and said stubbornly.
Yuan Zhou really wanted to support his forehead, but for the sake of his image, he forcibly held himself back. He said with a solemn and earnest tone, "No need. Just call me Boss Yuan."
"Are you kidding me? I am 26 this year. I am in the prime of my youth. How old would I be to call Teacher's father?" Yuan Zhou ridiculed inwardly with an expressionless face.
"Teacher's father, are you not acknowledging me? I am a good girl and I know how to do things. "Cheng Ying raised her head and looked at Yuan Zhou with tears in her eyes.
Yuan Zhou was instantly horrified. He couldn't help but take a step back. "What the hell is going on? Is she crying? Is she crying?"
As a single 26-year-old Yuan Zhou, apart from his own mother, he had never seen another woman cry in front of him. Well, not even a female.
Moreover, this girl seemed to be crying because of him. Thinking of that, Yuan Zhou instantly got a headache.
"Don't cry," Yuan Zhou said sternly.
"Teacher's father," Cheng Ying continued looking at Yuan Zhou with tears in her eyes.
"Go to the front door and wait. Come back later," Yuan Zhou took a deep breath and then suppressed the sadness in his heart.
"Okay, Teacher's father," Cheng Ying immediately smiled through her tears and answered with a smile.
"Um." Yuan Zhou nodded. Looking at Cheng Ying, her smile came faster than her tears. He immediately complained in his heart again, "Woman, your name is fickle."
Of course, these complaints were carried out in Yuan Zhou's heart. His face was still as calm as a mountain.
"Go," Yuan Zhou said again when he saw Cheng Ying standing still in front of him.
"Okay. Thank you, Teacher's father." Only then did Cheng Ying turn around and prepare to leave.
Seeing Cheng Ying turn around, Yuan Zhou's shoulders drooped. "Why do I have the bitterness of raising a daughter?"
"Teacher's father, hurry up and open the door." Cheng Ying suddenly turned her head and spoke to Yuan Zhou. Yuan Zhou's first reaction was to immediately straighten his back, as though he was standing like a pine tree.
"Um," Yuan Zhou answered coldly.
"Then I'm going to the front door." After saying that, Cheng Ying began to leave again.
This time, Yuan Zhou didn't droop his shoulders again. He was afraid that this person would turn around again. Therefore, Yuan Zhou kept looking at Cheng Ying as she walked forward.
While looking at Yuan Zhou, he saw something floating under Cheng Ying's white sneakers.
Yuan Zhou fixed his eyes on it and found it was a napkin that had been stepped on somewhere. It stuck to Cheng Ying's feet and followed her steps forward step by step.
"To go or not to go, that's the question." Yuan Zhou hesitated for a while and then stepped forward quickly.
Because Yuan Zhou's footsteps were fast and light, Cheng Ying didn't notice it at all.
Yuan Zhou took advantage of the moment when Cheng Ying lifted her feet again and stepped on the napkin.
At that time, the napkin fell. Yuan Zhou instantly relaxed and became satisfied.
"Teacher's father?" Cheng Ying turned her head and looked at Yuan Zhou who was standing behind her with a puzzled expression.
"Never mind. It's your first time here. I'll send you to the alley entrance," Yuan Zhou said primly.
"Thank you, Teacher's father. You are so nice," Cheng Ying immediately smiled and said.
"Um." Yuan Zhou nodded his head.
"Then I'm leaving," Cheng Ying said.
"Go ahead." Yuan Zhou nodded his head and then saw Cheng Ying off.
"It feels more like I'm raising a daughter." Yuan Zhou watched Cheng Ying walk out of the alley expressionlessly. Then, he turned around and went back to his room.
"Zhao Mei is really …" Yuan Zhou sighed. Then, he took his clothes and went to wash up quickly.
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