Grandfather Ling's words made Ling Hong feel helpless, but he still spoke up.
"Grandpa, you can't eat. It's not because I don't want to bring you along. It's because the doctor said you have to eat nutritious meals." Ling Hong had to clarify since Ruan Xiaoqing was following behind him.
Grandfather Ling didn't hold onto this point. He turned to Ruan Xiaoqing and said, "Xiaoqing, take this cheap grandson away. If you really can't eat, you can take him away. I don't want him."
Grandfather Ling, Ruan Xiaoqing, and Ling Hong had had tea together before, so they naturally knew each other. Grandfather Ling's attitude towards Ruan Xiaoqing hadn't changed at all.
Ruan Xiaoqing, on the other hand, felt uneasy for no reason. However, facing Grandfather Ling's kindness, she still smiled and said, "Actually, Ling Hong has been talking about you. He said he would bring you here when you are better. Also, Boss Yuan recently released a Cantonese dish."
"Really?" Grandfather Ling glanced at Ling Hong and asked Ruan Xiaoqing with anticipation.
"Really." Ruan Xiaoqing nodded seriously.
"You still have some conscience." Grandfather Ling snorted and went to line up.
When they were lining up, Grandfather Ling was at the front, followed by his adjutant. Ling Hong stood behind him, followed by Ruan Xiaoqing.
This was also the arrangement that Ling Hong had purposely arranged. After all, he hadn't confirmed his relationship with Ruan Xiaoqing and didn't want her to feel uncomfortable.
It could be said that Ling Hong was very meticulous.
Not long after, Yuan Zhou opened the door of the restaurant. Grandfather Ling's last dinner in Yuanzhou shop before the New Year began.
It was rare for him to eat here. However, because of the doctor's instructions, Grandfather Ling didn't eat a big meal. Instead, he ate something light and tasty.
Speaking of which, if it wasn't made by Yuan Zhou, Grandfather Ling wouldn't have been able to eat it.
After eating, Grandfather Ling couldn't help but sigh to his adjutant, "Yuan's food is still the best. The chefs at home are all too well-made."
"That's all for the good of your health." The adjutant smacked his lips as if he hadn't had enough of it, but he still answered in a pertinent manner.
"I don't have many years left. Why can't I eat in peace?" Grandfather Ling muttered discontentedly and went straight out.
The old aide-de-camp smiled but did not reply. Instead, he followed Grandfather Ling out with a serious expression.
Ling Hong took Ruan Xiaoqing out of the house a little later on purpose. After sending Ruan Xiaoqing to the intersection, he happily went to pick up the car and went back.
As the saying goes, the Lunar New Year comes after the Laba Festival. Soon, it was the Lunar New Year's Eve. This morning, Taoxi Road was more bustling than usual.
Even when Yuan Zhou got up at around 5: 00 am to jog, he could see the new couplets and the Chinese character "Fu" pasted on the doors of those closed shops. Some of them were even pasted with the notice of asking for leave, which was about the opening of business on the first day of the new year.
"Without Zhou Jia and Shin Min, I'm a little tired." Yuan Zhou sighed while jogging.
That's right. For the past few days, Yuan Zhou had been the only one in the restaurant. There wasn't even anyone to order or talk to. That was why Yuan Zhou had such a feeling.
As for Cheng Ying? Yuan Zhou had already asked her to go home with Zhou Jia and Shin Min. He didn't allow her to come over. She was only allowed to come with Engineer Cheng when he delivered the New Year's gift.
"There should be people in the day, but probably no one at night." Yuan Zhou looked at the crowd on the street and thought to himself.
Just like in previous years, there would still be people eating in the restaurant during the day, but basically no one would come at night.
"It's fine. It's good." Yuan Zhou suddenly said softly and continued jogging.
As expected, as Yuan Zhou had said, there were many people coming for breakfast but very few for lunch. It was rare for Yuan Zhou to relax a little.
It got dark early in the winter in Chengdu City. Even though the weather had been good for the past few days as the New Year approached, the sky started to darken as soon as 5: 00 p.m.
Yuan Zhou stood in the kitchen and looked at the freshly cut meat. He had the rare desire to take a photo. He took out his phone and took a photo of the neat lean meat strips and the batter.
[Let's eat the crispy meat tonight.] Yuan Zhou directly sent the photo and the message to Yin Ya. After that, he put down his phone and washed his hands again before he started to cook.
"Ding Ling Ling." The urgent ringtone of a text message sounded. Yuan Zhou was holding the chopsticks and stirring the crispy meat that was slowly turning golden in the oil pan.
Yuan Zhou was so focused that he didn't look at the text message.
"I wonder how many people will come today." Yuan Zhou thought to himself.
Very soon, there came the sound of footsteps outside the door. From the sound of it, there were two people.
"Hello, Boss Yuan. We are here to freeload," a male voice sounded. Yuan Zhou turned his head and took a look. Then, he nodded his head to indicate that he got it.
Naturally, they were Wu Hai and Zheng Jiawei. The one who said that he wanted to freeload was naturally the shameless Wu Hai.
"I'm sorry. I brought the specialty of our hometown this time. It's the special pickled mustard from our hometown. The taste is very different from that of the outside. Besides, it can't be sold outside and can only be bought locally." While saying that, Zheng Jiawei took out an ordinary cloth bag and put it on the long table.
"Um. I like it very much." Yuan Zhou picked up the crispy meat and nodded his head.
"That's good." Zheng Jiawei smiled and said.
"Don't look at me. I don't have such a thing. Do you want me to hang it all over your ceiling?" Seeing Yuan Zhou look at him, Wu Hai immediately waved his hand and then raised his head to look at the ceiling and said.
"No need." Yuan Zhou immediately refused him.
"I think it's not bad. If my paintings are hung all over the ceiling, it will bring out the best in each other." Wu Hai stroked his own small mustaches and thought about the feasibility of this matter seriously.
"In other restaurants, people only lower their heads, but in my restaurant, people only raise their heads. The more customers come, the better their cervical spondylosis will be," Yuan Zhou joked, which was rare for him.
"That's interesting. Everything in Boss Yuan's restaurant is different from the others," Zheng Jiawei said smilingly.
"Of course it's different. Boss Yuan's craftsmanship is different from that of the outside," said Jiang Changxi.
"Sister Jiang, you didn't go back, either?" Wu Hai asked.
"Yes. We came to eat the New Year's Eve Dinner cooked by Boss Yuan," said Jiang Changxi.
"That's right. I still feel that Boss Yuan's cooking is more delicious," said Ling Hong as he brought Ruan Xiaoqing into the restaurant.
"Boss Yuan, this is the dried fish from my hometown. I feel that the taste is somewhat different from the ones in your restaurant." Ruan Xiaoqing placed a dried fish wrapped in oiled paper on the table. The dried fish emitted a faint fishy smell and fragrance.
"Um, thank you," Yuan Zhou nodded and continued frying the crispy meat.
"I heard there will be a New Year's Eve Dinner today. I'm here as well," Xia Yu's voice sounded at the door.
"Little Fish, over here," Ruan Xiaoqing turned her head and greeted.
"Ok," Xia Yu looked at Ling Hong and sat beside Ruan Xiaoqing with a smile.
"Hello, I heard that Head Chef Yuan is having dinner tonight?" A voice with a strange accent sounded.
The person was none other than the golden-haired Gabriel. He looked curiously at the few people in the restaurant and Yuan Zhou who was busy in the kitchen.
"Yes, there is still food to eat tonight, but you can't order," Zheng Jiawei turned around and said to Gabriel.
"It's good enough that there's food. I went to a few restaurants, but they were all closed," said Gabriel with a grateful expression.
"Come in. You can eat," said Yuan Zhou.
"Thank you," Gabriel bowed to Yuan Zhou before entering.
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