"What's wrong with Yuan Zhou?" Ling Hong picked up the phone and asked directly.
That's right. This phone call was from Yuan Zhou, so Ling Hong didn't hang up. If it were someone else, or even the company, Ling Hong would hang up without hesitation.
"It's me," Yuan Zhou said in a deep voice while holding the phone.
"Oh, you just called. I have good news for you. Little Qing woke up." Ling Hong's tone was full of joy.
"That's just right." Yuan Zhou's voice was also a little higher.
"Just right? What's just right? "Ling Hong didn't understand.
"I made some soup. It's from Jiangsu cuisine. I'm going to send it with Little Ya tonight," Yuan Zhou said calmly.
This time, before Ling Hong could answer, Yuan Zhou said again, "Does Little Qing mind if Little Ya comes?"
"That won't happen. Little Qing still likes Yin Ya. Yin Ya speaks nicely, unlike you," Ling Hong answered subconsciously.
"That's good. I didn't say the details, but Little Ya guessed it herself." Yuan Zhou automatically omitted the second half of the sentence.
"It's okay. Little Qing didn't say it because she didn't want to trouble everyone." Ling Hong knew Ruan Xiaoqing's thoughts the best.
She didn't want to say her illness because she was afraid that everyone would give in to her and trouble everyone.
Ruan Xiaoqing had been eating in Yuanzhou shop for a long time, so she knew how much the regular customers, including Yuan Zhou, cared about her.
For example, no one had ever ordered the honey tremella that was limited to one yuan, except for the two siblings.
So, Ruan Xiaoqing didn't want to say it because she was afraid that she would trouble everyone.
"Yeah, I'll come after dinner," Yuan Zhou said.
"That's good. Little Qing is resting now. She should be energetic by then," Ling Hong said.
"Oh, I didn't bring your food. You can take care of it yourself," Yuan Zhou said.
"… Okay. I knew it." Ling Hong held his forehead helplessly.
"See you tonight." After saying that, Yuan Zhou directly hung up the phone.
"Only Little Blue can have a share of Compass. But Little Blue will definitely be very happy." Ling Hong felt helpless and amused, but also happy.
Pocketing his phone, Ling Hong walked out of the stairwell. It was only then that he realized something. "I thought the food from Compass's restaurant … can't be taken out?"
"This …" Ling Hong stopped and picked up his phone to make a call. However, he remembered that Yuan Zhou didn't mention this matter the whole time, so he stopped.
After standing on the spot for a long time, Ling Hong let out a low laugh. "This Compass sure does things quietly. But I really have to thank him. This is too important."
Ling Hong had already made up his mind, so he didn't hesitate anymore. He stepped forward to see Ruan Xiaoqing again.
As expected, Ruan Xiaoqing had fallen asleep on the pillow. Ling Hong gently shook the bed flat, then quietly went out to find Dr. Herbert.
He wanted to know the latest report on Ruan Xiaoqing's condition.
On the other side, Yuan Zhou had already prepared everything when he called Ling Hong, including informing Yin Ya about the delivery in advance.
After all, Yin Ya was the first person in the restaurant to enjoy the delivery service. Most importantly, she was Yuan Zhou's girlfriend. Naturally, she should know about this.
After hanging up the phone, Yuan Zhou began to prepare the ingredients for the stew that night.
Yuan Zhou's place was quiet, but Wuhai's place was a little lively. However, it quickly quietened down.
Wuhai once again used his temper to chase away another painting seeker. Although the studio was quiet, he was a little irritable.
"Too famous, too famous. This is really not good. This is not good." Wuhai squatted in front of the canvas and muttered.
Zhou Xi, who was watching from the side, was a little worried. After waiting for Wuhai to stop nagging, he said, "Mr. Eaves Wu, actually, I have a suggestion."
"Um? What suggestion? "Wuhai turned his head and looked at Zhou Xi while stroking his own mustaches.
"Here's the thing. People come to ask for your paintings because there aren't many of your paintings on display. There are only eight of them. Six of them are in foreign exhibition halls and the remaining two are on display. Naturally, they don't have enough of them." Zhou Xi said carefully.
"Go on." Wuhai stroked his own mustaches and nodded, signaling Zhou Xi to continue.
"But I can see that you have a lot of unpublicized paintings. Since you don't want to sell them, have you ever thought of opening an art gallery?" Zhou Xi looked at a closed room with scorching eyes.
Zhou Xi had been lucky enough to enter that room once. It was full of Wuhai's paintings, but he didn't want to sell them.
As the number one fan of Wuhai, Zhou Xi didn't think there was anything wrong with Wuhai not selling them. But what he said previously was to appreciate more of Wuhai's paintings. Of course, it was also to get rid of those who came to ask for his paintings.
After all, if he had an art gallery, Wuhai would have a more legitimate reason to drive people away.
Wuhai knitted his brows and didn't answer Zhou Xi. Speaking of which, Zheng Jiawei had naturally proposed opening an art gallery, but Wuhai had refused him many times.
At that time, Wuhai couldn't live in one place at all. Since he needed to take care of Wuhai all the time and often skipped meals, Zheng Jiawei naturally couldn't take care of the art gallery.
Zheng Jiawei naturally had to take care of Wuhai's art gallery by himself. And Wuhai also didn't want others to take care of it. Therefore, this matter was put aside just like that.
Until the opening of Yuanzhou shop and after that, the two of them forgot about this matter.
Now, Zhou Xi's proposal was quite suitable. Wuhai looked at The Kitchen God on the opposite side of the slide outside the window. Wuhai didn't think he would change his living place in this life.
"This is a good idea," Wuhai stroked his mustaches and said earnestly.
"Yeah. Besides, we can open the art gallery at the side of Taoxi Road. In this way, it will be closer to Eaves Wu and Brother Jiawei can take care of you better," said Zhou Xi.
"That's not the point. The point is that I don't need to go to other places to hold art exhibitions. In this way, I don't need to think of a way to take Boss Yuan away," said Wuhai seriously.
"…" Zhou Xi was a little speechless.
"But the surrounding shops seem to be all gone." Although Wuhai didn't pay attention to the outside world, he still heard Zong Mo mention that the surrounding shops were all sold out.
"I know that. Boss Wu Yungui's Gourmet City covers an area of 703,500 square meters. As it's centered on Taoxi Road, the shops near Taoxi Road have long been gone. But there are still some at the edge," said Zhou Xi.
"You know that?" asked Wuhai.
"Yes. I also bought a house here, so I know," said Zhou Xi with a simple and honest smile.
"The location doesn't need to be too good, but it needs to be a little bigger," said Wuhai.
"There are still such places. Why don't I bring Eaves Wu there to have a look?" asked Zhou Xi excitedly.
"No need. Leave it to Zheng Jiawei. He will handle it well." Wuhai shook his head.
"Alright. I'll call Brother Jiawei," said Zhou Xi excitedly.
"Go ahead." Wuhai waved his hand, feeling that he had solved a big problem. Then, he squatted down contentedly and continued to look at the paintings.
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