The bowl of Crispy Pork Soup was left behind by Yuan Zhou, but in fact, Yuan Zhou didn't know if that person would come or not.
After all the customers left and the restaurant quieted down, Yuan Zhou was still waiting in the restaurant.
The bright lights in the restaurant shone out and illuminated the entrance, making the dark night feel a little warmer.
"Dadada." Just then, there was a sudden sound of footsteps outside the door.
Hearing the footsteps, Yuan Zhou stood up almost immediately. He didn't forget to turn around and carry the covered bowl of Crispy Pork Soup.
After carrying the bowl, Yuan Zhou quickly opened the partition and strode to the door.
As expected, just as Yuan Zhou reached the door, a person walked out. This person was slightly hunched and appeared in front of Yuan Zhou with a bowl wrapped in cling film.
"Ah, Boss Yuan is here." The person was slightly surprised and surprised when he saw Yuan Zhou at the door.
"Yes, I am." Yuan Zhou nodded.
"Last year, you said the Tangyuan was delicious, so I made a few more this year. Do you want to try it?" The person lifted the bowl slightly and said.
That's right. This person was the old lady who sold steamed buns and soy milk to Yuan Zhou. Because she was grateful to the customers Yuan Zhou attracted, she had been quietly doing this.
Actually, she didn't want to give him Tangyuan this year. However, when she thought of how Yuan Zhou said her cooking was delicious last time, she made a few more and sent them over. However, she was a little nervous.
After all, Yuan Zhou's identity was different now. He was a famous person in the official media. Therefore, the old lady was a little nervous.
It wasn't that she was afraid that Yuan Zhou wouldn't accept her. Instead, she was afraid that if she didn't cook well, it would make Yuan Zhou unhappy.
Some people were like this. Even if the kindness wasn't specifically given to them, they would still remember it and return it. The old lady was such a person.
"Thank you. I was just thinking about how I didn't make Tangyuan this year and wanted to eat it." Yuan Zhou quickly put down the bowl in his hand and took the bowl from the old lady with both hands.
"Boss Yuan didn't make Tangyuan this year?" The granny was surprised.
"Um. I didn't make it this year. I made the Crispy Pork Vermicelli Soup." Yuan Zhou nodded.
"Crispy meat is good too. I used to like to eat this during the Chinese New Year," the granny quickly said.
"Yes, so I made some, but it's a little too much. There's still one bowl left. If you don't mind, do you mind taking it back to have a taste?" Yuan Zhou said casually.
"Ah? This … this is not good. "The granny quickly waved her hand.
"It's really leftovers. You see, we've already eaten, but we haven't cleaned up the bowls." Yuan Zhou leaned to the side to let the old woman see the bowls on the long table.
"That won't do. I know that everything in your shop is good, Boss Yuan. I can't take it." The granny was a little hesitant, but she still refused.
"Then you know that there are rules in my shop. We can't waste food, and I have to abide by them. But I want to eat Tangyuan now, so I can't eat this bowl of crispy meat. If I force myself to eat it, I'm afraid I'll have to go to the hospital tomorrow," Yuan Zhou said with a gentle expression.
"That's true. You can't eat too much at night, or else you'll get indigestion. You really can't waste food." The granny nodded in agreement.
"So you can take it away. Thank you for your Tangyuan." As they spoke, Yuan Zhou had already stuffed the bowl of Crispy Meat Vermicelli Soup into the granny's hand. He was holding the Tangyuan in his hand.
"Thank you. I know that Boss Yuan has a good heart." Seeing how determined Yuan Zhou was, the granny didn't reject him anymore. She nodded and accepted it.
"Goodbye." Yuan Zhou didn't say much. He just revealed a rare faint smile.
"Okay. If you like it, I'll bring you more next time," the granny didn't forget to remind him before she turned around.
"I will," Yuan Zhou said.
Seeing Yuan Zhou nod, the granny smiled and left with the Crispy Meat Vermicelli Soup.
Meanwhile, Yuan Zhou watched her walk to the end of the street before he turned around and returned to the shop. Then, he closed the door.
When Yuan Zhou returned to the kitchen, he directly removed the plastic wrap on the big bowl. A gust of hot air blew into his face, followed by the fragrance of the Tangyuan flour.
There were a total of six Tangyuan in the bowl. After they were cooked, they looked very big. Because they were handmade, they didn't look very round. However, each of them was white and plump, making them very attractive.
"It should be very delicious," Yuan Zhou said softly. Then, he picked up the chopsticks and started eating solemnly.
When the chopsticks went down, the thin skin of the Tangyuan broke open. Crystal drops of oil flowed out along with the fragrance of scallions. It was obviously a pork and scallion Tangyuan.
"It's really fragrant. It's still fragrant the second time I eat it." Smelling the fragrance of the Tangyuan, the empty space in Yuan Zhou's heart was filled with the fragrance.
That's right. In the past, on the night of Chinese New Year's Eve, the house would be filled with the smell of stir-fried pork and scallions Tangyuan. Such a smell made Yuan Zhou feel a little dazed.
The glutinous rice flour was very finely ground. It tasted sticky and carried the fragrance of pork and scallions, as well as the slight numbness of Sichuan pepper.
Soon, a salty Tangyuan entered Yuan Zhou's stomach. Then, Yuan Zhou picked up another Tangyuan. This time, it was a white and plump Tangyuan. After it was picked up, a sweet smell was revealed.
"Sweet Tangyuan with white sugar." Yuan Zhou revealed a smile and continued eating.
There were a total of six Tangyuan in the bowl. Three were sweet and three were salty. The sweet Tangyuan was slightly smaller than the salty one. Yuan Zhou ate all of them without leaving a single one.
Even the little bit of sweet and salty soup left in the bowl had been finished.
"Delicious." Yuan Zhou set down the bowl and sighed contentedly.
After resting for a while, Yuan Zhou straightaway stood up and began to wash the bowls. He didn't walk out of the kitchen until he washed the bowls clean bit by bit and wiped them dry.
However, Yuan Zhou didn't go to the pub directly. Instead, he carried an oil paper bag and a big bowl to the back door.
He opened the back door with one hand and two pairs of dark eyes immediately looked at him.
"Happy New Year." Yuan Zhou lowered his head and said softly to Broth and Rice.
"Woof woof." Di Mi barked twice and even wagged its tail happily.
As for Broth, it had always been aloof. It just stared at the cloth bag and the big bowl in Yuan Zhou's hands as if it were a lord waiting to eat.
"I've already said Happy New Year. How about you, Broth?" Yuan Zhou squatted down and looked at Broth.
Broth straightforwardly rolled its eyes at Yuan Zhou. The look clearly indicated that it despised Yuan Zhou for his childishness.
"Sigh. I'm so sad. We've been together for so long, but you don't even want to say Happy New Year on such a happy occasion." Yuan Zhou muttered in a low voice.
Rice at the side looked at Yuan Zhou and then at Broth curiously. Then, it nudged Broth decisively and barked fiercely.
On the other hand, Broth revealed a human-like helpless expression and barked at Yuan Zhou in a low voice.
"That's right. This is your New Year's Eve dinner. Chicken jerky, beef jerky, boiled cabbage and broth." Once Yuan Zhou heard Broth compromise, he immediately divided the food into two portions and put them in front of the two dogs.
"Take your time." Seeing the two dogs eat slowly, Yuan Zhou stood up and left.
After standing up, Yuan Zhou's expression was no longer that rascal. Instead, he became serious and earnest.
After all, Yuan Zhou had always done a good job in maintaining his public image.
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