Two hours of dinner time passed very quickly. As the weather was clear tonight, bamboo liquor and draft beer were provided.
Even before the diners left, the outside of the restaurant had been surrounded by hawkers. Various hawkers were hawking their wares.
Taoxi Road became more lively at night. Voices rose and fell one after another and the crowd jostled each other's shoulders.
"Boss, I'm going back first. See you tomorrow." Zhou Jia said goodbye to Yuan Zhou while dragging Cheng Ying out.
"Be careful on the way back." Yuan Zhou nodded his head and then walked to the door. As usual, he saw them off at the crowded Taoxi Road.
"Boss Yuan, I'm going upstairs to tidy up." Shin Min said shyly as usual.
"Go ahead." Yuan Zhou nodded his head and then went back to the kitchen.
"Sweet Water Noodles that Boss Yuan has eaten. Don't miss it."
"Come on. Try the BBQ that even Boss Yuan has said is delicious. If you miss it, you won't be able to find another restaurant."
"One serving of the cold and cold night beer."
"The BBQ that has been evaluated by Yuan Zhou for 0.1 yuan. You won't suffer a loss if you buy it. Come and try it."
Such hawkers could be heard constantly on the bustling street.
Almost every hawker had something to do with Yuan Zhou. The food that Yuan Zhou had eaten, the food that Yuan Zhou had commented on, and even the food that Yuan Zhou had passed by could be considered as selling points.
It couldn't be helped. The number of people who could drink at night in Yuanzhou shop hadn't increased even after the signboard was put up. There were still only a few spots available. Although there was no restriction for those who drew the red ping-pong balls to bring others to eat, the number of spots was still too small.
As a result, many people eagerly waited for the chance to eat at Yuanzhou shop. The hawkers also discovered this business opportunity and came to the shop more and more.
Due to the good order of the business and the influence of Yuan Zhou and the Street Administration Office, this place could already be considered as a legal night market street.
Of course, there was a rule that must be followed. When the stall was closed, the trash produced by the stall must be cleared away.
Therefore, this did not increase the workload of the old lady who came early in the morning to clean up, which made Yuan Zhou feel relieved.
However, Yuan Zhou was not in the restaurant now. He was used to going upstairs to wash up after cooking. Naturally, he went upstairs to wash up now.
But even though the Yuanzhou shop was brightly lit and there was no one there, no one dared to go in and do anything.
After all, the streets were very lively.
After a while, Shin Min went downstairs. At this time, those drinkers also came one after another. Shin Min led them into the sergestes wall view door and then led them to the second floor.
"Boss Yuan's place is so nice. It's so cool after entering this open-air pub. The breeze is so comfortable," someone couldn't help but say as soon as they entered the pub surrounded by a bamboo forest.
"Dong, it's not your first time here. You just got to know about it," Chen Wei said indifferently.
"I can't help it. I have to say something nice. Maybe Boss Yuan will let me drink more when he's happy," Dong Zi touched the back of his head and said frankly.
"You think too much. That's impossible," Fang Heng said straightforwardly.
"Not necessarily. You also say something quickly," Fang Heng was hit on the head by his father as soon as he said that.
That's right. Fang Heng's father often came to Yuan Zhou's pub to drink now. He had originally intended to take his son back, but little did he know that he couldn't leave Yuan Zhou's good liquor now.
Those who came to drink were basically regulars. Several people immediately started chatting, one after the other.
Shin Min prepared the liquor and the only two dishes that went well with the liquor earnestly. She was quite serious.
On the other side, Yuan Zhou came downstairs with his slightly damp short hair. This time, Yuan Zhou changed into a navy blue short-sleeved casual suit with a dark silver lotus pattern on the lapel. Below, he wore a skirt with a belt and a dark silver lotus pattern on the hem.
As the waist was tied tightly and Yuan Zhou was used to keeping his back straight, Yuan Zhou looked tall and slender with a solemn expression, giving off a kind of dignified feeling.
With one hand in front and the other at the back of his waist, Yuan Zhou walked down the stairs step by step and directly came to the kitchen.
At that time, a graceful figure was standing in the supposedly empty pub.
"Yin Ya?" Yuan Zhou looked at the person standing in front of the next door with puzzlement.
At that time, Yin Ya was wearing the same clothes as when she had the meal just now. It seemed that she hadn't changed her clothes and even the small black bag she used for work was still on her.
Besides, there was still some fine sweat on Yin Ya's forehead. Obviously, she had just arrived at the pub. However, she didn't go to the pub on the second floor. Instead, she watched Yuan Zhou come down step by step.
"Um." Yin Ya nodded her head slowly and softly.
"Are you here to drink?" Yuan Zhou asked tentatively.
"No." Yin Ya shook her head.
"What's the matter?" Yuan Zhou quickly thought about whether he had promised Yin Ya anything.
"Um, there is indeed something. Come over here." Yin Ya smiled and then said mildly.
No wonder Yin Ya said that. When Yuan Zhou said that, he was quite far away from Yin Ya.
Because Yin Ya was standing outside the partition of the long curved table while Yuan Zhou was still an arm's length away from the partition.
Hearing Yin Ya say that, Yuan Zhou took a few steps closer subconsciously and then stood behind the partition.
"Put your hand on it." Yin Ya revealed an even gentler smile and said softly.
"What's wrong?" Yuan Zhou knitted his brows and felt puzzled, but he still put his hand on the partition.
To be honest, if Jiang Changxi said that, Yuan Zhou would immediately stay away from Jiang Changxi. Who knew what Jiang Changxi would do to him.
But it was different if Yin Ya said that. Yin Ya had always been gentle and never teased him. Moreover, she didn't expect him to treat her to a meal.
Thinking of treating Yin Ya to a meal, Yuan Zhou suddenly thought of something. He had talked for so long, but he still hadn't poured water for Yin Ya.
"Wait." Just when Yin Ya was about to reach out her hand, Yuan Zhou suddenly retracted his hand on the table. Then, he bent down slightly and picked up a cup. He poured some water into the cup and quickly pushed it to Yin Ya.
"Drink some water." Yuan Zhou had no idea that Yin Ya was about to reach out her hand just now. He looked at her seriously and then added, "It's my treat. It's free."
"Thank you." Yin Ya took a deep breath and then took a sip of the water.
"Now, put your hand on it again." Yin Ya knocked on the partition and then said.
"Oh." Yuan Zhou put his hands on the partition as he was told.
Yuan Zhou's hands were very beautiful. The joints were slender, the flesh was well-proportioned, the fingers were healthy and white, and the muscles on his arms were strong and well-defined.
But now, the fingertips of Yuan Zhou's hands on the table were all red, especially his index finger and thumb. There were still blood-red blisters on them.
Yuan Zhou didn't care about it. He looked at Yin Ya and didn't know what she was going to do. But Yin Ya reached out her hand and directly grabbed Yuan Zhou's hand. Then, she picked it up and looked at the ten fingers that seemed to be seriously scalded. "You're scalded. Why didn't you apply medicine?"
When Yin Ya spoke, her brows were slightly furrowed. Her snow-white face was filled with worry and dissatisfaction. And Yuan Zhou was directly dumbfounded.
As a man who had been single since he was born, apart from the time when he held hands with girls in kindergarten, this was the first time that he held hands with someone other than his female elders.
The poker face that he usually practiced in front of the mirror couldn't be used anymore. Because Yuan Zhou was directly stunned by the soft and delicate little hand in his hand.
Now, not to mention Yin Ya speaking, even if the gluttonous Wuhai came, it would be difficult for Yuan Zhou to react. He only cared about Yin Ya's fingers that were flipping and tentatively stroking his hand.
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