Because Yin Ya and Wang Jiadong were about to finish their food, the pig that could eat black truffles as a snack was temporarily put on hold.
Not until Wang Jiadong finished his food did he come back to his senses. He praised, "No wonder Secretary Yin likes the dishes here. They're really delicious."
"Of course." Yin Ya nodded her head with a smile.
"I hope I can come here with Secretary Yin next time," Wang Jiadong said with a smile.
"Director Wang, you can come whenever you want. After all, the price here is not cheap. I can't come here often," Yin Ya refused with a self-ridicule.
"Hahaha. Secretary Yin, you must be joking. I still owe you a meal. I'll treat you next time," Wang Jiadong mentioned treating again.
"Director Wang, you're too polite. I don't dare to eat a meal that you treat me. If you treat me, I'll have to work overtime to repay you," Yin Ya said.
"That's not necessary. I just need Secretary Yin to introduce more delicious restaurants like this one," Wang Jiadong said.
"I don't know about that. After all, there's only one Boss Yuan," Yin Ya looked at Yuan Zhou and said seriously.
Wang Jiadong saw Yin Ya's expression at first glance. He turned his head and looked at the sky. Then, he said in a natural tone, "It's getting late. Why don't I send you off?"
"No need to trouble Director Wang. I still have something to do here," Yin Ya shook her head and refused.
"What's wrong? Do you need my help? "Wang Jiadong asked.
"No need. I'm waiting for a good friend. She's coming here in a while," Yin Ya said.
"Okay. I won't bother you anymore, Secretary Yin." Wang Jiadong didn't force her even though he was repeatedly refused. He still said goodbye with a natural expression.
"Goodbye, Director Wang." Yin Ya stood up and said goodbye to him.
"Okay." Wang Jiadong nodded his head and walked to the door.
When he reached the door, Wang Jiadong suddenly turned his head and asked, "Is Secretary Yin waiting for Little Fang from the company?"
The person Wang Jiadong mentioned was the short-haired girl who sometimes came to Yuanzhou shop with Yin Ya.
"No, it's Chang Xi, or Director Jiang, who likes to come here to drink. Sometimes, we meet up," Yin Ya said.
"Mr. Jiang from the real estate company?" Wang Jiadong raised his eyebrows.
"Yes." Yin Ya smiled and nodded.
"See you at the company tomorrow, Secretary Yin," Wang Jiadong said.
Seeing that he had really left, Yin Ya heaved a sigh of relief and was about to walk out.
At this moment, someone behind her said softly, "Do you need my help?"
His voice was muffled because of the mask, and he sounded unhappy.
Yin Ya turned her head and saw Yuan Zhou putting down the tray and looking at her. Obviously, it was Yuan Zhou who said that.
"No, it's nothing." Yin Ya shook her head.
"Okay, then be careful on the road." Yuan Zhou nodded.
"Mm." Yin Ya pursed her pale lips.
"By the way, can you come earlier in the morning three days later?" Yuan Zhou asked casually.
"Three days later?" Yin Ya's heart tightened and she repeated subconsciously.
"Um, three days later," Yuan Zhou said.
"Okay, I'll come earlier," Yin Ya answered.
"Be careful on the road." Yuan Zhou heaved a sigh of relief in his heart. Then, he turned around and quickly returned to the kitchen. This time, he returned to the kitchen faster than usual.
Even his footsteps were bigger than usual.
"It's my birthday in three days. I wonder if he …" Yin Ya thought to herself as she walked out of the restaurant.
That's right. Actually, Yin Ya didn't make an appointment to drink with Jiang Changxi today. She was just trying to brush off Wang Jiadong. After all, this person was her boss. She had to find a suitable reason to refuse him again and again.
Since Jiang Changxi had a high status and was famous enough, she was naturally a good excuse. Therefore, the moment she stepped out of the restaurant, Yin Ya gave Jiang Changxi a call.
Most men wouldn't dare to meet Jiang Changxi.
Dinner time passed quickly. Ever since Yin Ya agreed, Yuan Zhou was in a good mood. His cooking speed was even faster than usual. Obviously, a chef's mood could affect his cooking.
After dinner time, Yuan Zhou had just sent the customers away. Before Zhou Jia and Cheng Ying could say goodbye, Ling Hong dragged Wuhai into the restaurant again.
"Compass, I'm telling you, your idea of giving a wooden box won't work," Ling Hong said as soon as he entered the restaurant.
Wuhai didn't say anything, but Cheng Ying kept nodding. Obviously, she agreed that Ling Hong's idea of giving a wooden box wouldn't work.
"Let's go, let's go." Zhou Jia dragged Cheng Ying away.
"No, I have to help Teacher's father analyze what girls like." Cheng Ying shook her head.
"With Brother Ling and Wuhai around, Boss will be embarrassed with us around," Zhou Jia whispered.
"Will he?" Cheng Ying asked doubtfully.
"He will." Zhou Jia nodded affirmatively.
"Alright." Cheng Ying nodded. Then, she looked at Ling Hong and Wuhai hesitantly. She felt that both of them were unreliable. She couldn't help but say, "Then I'll talk to Teacher's father alone tomorrow."
"Sure, let's go." Zhou Jia dragged Cheng Ying and quickly said goodbye to Yuan Zhou before leaving the restaurant.
After sending them off, Yuan Zhou asked Ling Hong, "So, what's your idea?"
"Of course. I have a lot of experience in wooing girls," Ling Hong said confidently as he patted his chest.
"Oh, after you came back from the wedding …" Yuan Zhou took off his mask and said naturally while washing his hands.
Before he could finish, he was interrupted by Ling Hong, "That was an accident. To be honest, giving a wooden box won't work. You have to put your heart into it."
"Hurry up and say it. Don't dawdle." Wuhai urged Ling Hong impatiently.
"You go to apply for an assistant bank card and hand it to the person. Then, it's done." Ling Hong brought out his own method complacently.
Before Yuan Zhou said anything, Wuhai looked at Ling Hong with disdain and then said, "Vulgar. Hurry. Fail."
That was exactly what Yuan Zhou was thinking. Although he had never wooed a girl or been in love, Yuan Zhou had seen a lot. After all, Yuan Zhou had eaten a lot of dog food from Wu Zhou and Broth.
The two hadn't confirmed their relationship yet. If he hurriedly sent the card to Yin Ya, he would inevitably force her to agree. That was naturally not good.
"I'm vulgar? Give me a good one. " Ling Hong looked at Wuhai, the young magician, contemptuously. Obviously, he didn't believe that Wuhai could have any idea.
"It's simple. Many women want me to paint for them," said Wuhai. He stroked his mustache and thought for a moment before continuing, "Beautiful women like me to paint their portraits. You can paint one for Yin Ya."
"I have taught you for a few days. With your current artistic ability, painting a portrait is not a problem for you, Compass," said Wuhai.
"…" Yuan Zhou had a lot of complaints in his heart, but he couldn't say anything because of his character.
"Are you stupid? You are an artist. Your paintings are valuable. Of course, people will like them. Compass is a chef. How can it be the same?" This time, Ling Hong directly retorted.
"Humph." Yuan Zhou cleared his throat and then said firmly, "I think the wooden box is very good. There's no need to change it."
"Alright. If there's nothing else, I'll go back first." Wuhai looked at Yuan Zhou's expression and was about to leave.
Ling Hong wanted to persuade him, but he could only shut up when he was stopped by Wuhai.
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