Yuan Zhou held Yin Ya for a long time before he let go of her shoulders and whispered, "I have nothing to do tonight. I'll send you back."
"Okay." Yin Ya nodded her head and agreed.
Then, the two walked out of Yuan Zhou's room hand in hand. When they went downstairs, Yuan Zhou still held Yin Ya's hand carefully and slowly walked down the stairs.
After all, it was Yin Ya's first time walking down the stairs. She was not used to it.
On the way back, Yuan Zhou became gentler than usual. He listened attentively to Yin Ya's talk about her company and would give his own opinions from time to time.
He would no longer be immersed in the study of cooking as he used to.
Soon, the car drove into the parking lot of Yin Ya's neighborhood. After they got off, they walked upstairs together. The atmosphere was very harmonious.
"Actually, you don't have to accommodate me like this, Blockhead." Standing at the door, Yin Ya suddenly lowered her head and said.
"No, I'm not accommodating you. I'm just learning to be a better man." Yuan Zhou touched Yin Ya's head and said, "After all, you are so good."
"En, Blockhead, don't be too tired. Rest early." Yin Ya smiled. This time, she didn't wait for Yuan Zhou's explicit hint. She directly kissed Yuan Zhou's lips twice before she stepped back and entered the door.
"Good night." Yuan Zhou nodded and watched Yin Ya close the door. Then, he turned around and left.
In fact, a good couple's relationship didn't necessarily have the same values. A good couple's relationship would make each other better. Just like how Yuan Zhou learned a lot, Yin Ya also became more motivated.
On the way, while walking under the moonlight, Yuan Zhou looked at the bright moon in the sky and thought, Mom, Dad, it seems that you will have a grandson soon. En, or a granddaughter.
With such a mood, Yuan Zhou slept peacefully that night. When he woke up in the morning, he felt even more energetic.
It seems that no matter what I do, I should strike a balance between work and rest. I can't ignore the people around me, Yuan Zhou thought to himself as he held the latest envelope.
Yes, Ling Hong and Ruan Xiaoqing's love had taught him how to be better.
After a morning jog, he began to prepare the ingredients for breakfast. When it was time for breakfast, the Yuanzhou Shop officially opened for business.
As usual, the customers queued up and waited to have their meals. Su Ruoyan was also doing it in an orderly and well-practiced manner. Obviously, she was used to the restaurant.
The one-hour breakfast time soon ended. As usual, Su Ruoyan cleaned up the shop before leaving.
As soon as Su Ruoyan left, the shop became quiet again. Yuan Zhou took off his mask and exhaled. He paused for a moment and began to wash his hands.
After wiping his hands clean, he took out his phone from the drawer and began to text Yin Ya. The gist of it was that breakfast time was over, and he reminded Yin Ya to remember to eat breakfast every day.
After sending the text, Yuan Zhou waited for a while. Seeing that there was no reply from Yin Ya, he knew she was busy, so he put down his phone and began to prepare for the sculpting.
But at this moment, someone suddenly walked in.
"Huh? Why isn't A 'Lang here? "A gentle and old voice sounded, which made Yuan Zhou raise his head.
The person who came in was wearing a formal short-sleeved gray shirt and black pants. On her feet was a pair of black soft leather shoes. Her half-long gray hair was neatly combed with a black hair band. She looked like a gentle old lady.
Moreover, Yuan Zhou remembered her a little. Therefore, Yuan Zhou stopped what he was doing and said, "Did you and A 'Lang make an appointment to eat here?"
"Yes, Boss Yuan." The old lady turned her head and looked at Yuan Zhou. She immediately revealed Yuan Zhou's identity and said, "But I don't know why he hasn't come yet."
"Did you come alone?" Yuan Zhou asked calmly.
"Of course. It's not far from here, and it's not my first time here. A 'Lang said he would pick me up at first, so I thought it wasn't far, so I walked here on my own after eating," the old lady complained with a smile.
"Since A 'Lang isn't here yet, you can sit here for a while and wait for him," Yuan Zhou said as he took out his phone again and sent a text.
It could not be helped. Yuan Zhou knew about the old lady's condition. Ever since the middle-aged man in the middle school uniform brought the old lady here for dinner, he had come a few more times.
After a few times, everyone learned that the old lady had Alzheimer's disease. Her memory was a little messy, and she sometimes couldn't recognize people.
Therefore, the middle-aged man in the middle school uniform, Lang, had asked Yuan Zhou to give him his phone number to prevent his mother from getting lost.
Now, it came in handy. Yuan Zhou was sending a message to A 'Lang, telling him that his mother was in the restaurant.
"No problem. I just don't want to disturb your business," the old lady said and was about to wait at the door.
"No problem. There's no business at this hour. Please take a seat," Yuan Zhou gestured with his hand.
"What's wrong? Boss Yuan, is your business not good? "the old lady asked worriedly.
"No. There's nothing going on in the restaurant at this time. So you can just take a seat," Yuan Zhou didn't say much.
"That's good. It's hard to do business now," the old lady sighed with emotion.
"Um." Yuan Zhou nodded seriously.
"That's why it's so stressful to raise a child. Luckily, my A 'Lang graduated from college and has found a job. He's very capable," the old lady said proudly.
"Yes, A 'Lang is very capable," Yuan Zhou added.
"But I think you have to work harder now, Boss Yuan. After all, your child hasn't graduated yet, right?" The old lady looked at Yuan Zhou sympathetically.
"Child?" Yuan Zhou felt he might have hallucinated because he was too tired during the breakfast.
"Yeah. Boss Yuan, you look much younger than me. My child definitely hasn't graduated from college yet, right?" the old lady nodded and said deservedly.
"..." Yuan Zhou felt that his brain seemed to have stopped working and was completely blank.
"Let me tell you, Boss Yuan. It's difficult for the child to choose a college and major. But first of all, you have to respect the child's own wishes. You can't let your child learn how to cook just because you run your own restaurant, right?" the old lady said earnestly as if she had been through the same thing.
"Ah, um." Yuan Zhou resisted the urge to hold his forehead and nodded stiffly.
Actually, apart from holding his forehead, Yuan Zhou also wanted to look at himself in the mirror. He felt that he might have forgotten to shave this morning, or there might be something else on his face that caused others to think he had a child and was at the age where he was still in college.
"Dadada Ta", a series of rapid footsteps approached from afar. The person who rushed into the door interrupted the old lady's incessant talk about the child taking the College Entrance Examination.
"Mom, you're here." It was Ah Lang. He was wearing his middle school uniform over his suit jacket, which looked a little out of place. There was sweat on his forehead.
After all, it was quite hot in Chengdu in September, and Ah Lang seemed to have run all the way here.
The old lady stopped talking and looked at Ah Lang carefully. Then she said, "Ah Lang, why are you wearing this uniform? Why did you wear it to work?"
Hearing that, Ah Lang skillfully took off his middle school uniform and revealed the suit underneath. He said, "No, I just happened to be holding it, so I put it on. Look, my suit looks good, right?"
Ah Lang's expression didn't change. He looked very natural, and he didn't forget to nod at Yuan Zhou to thank him.
Yuan Zhou, on the other hand, nodded with a blank expression.
Of course, Yuan Zhou thought he was expressionless, but in fact, he still looked serious, no different than usual. Ah Lang looked at Yuan Zhou with gratitude.
"You're right. My son looks good." The old lady immediately praised him. At the same time, she looked back at Yuan Zhou and said, "Don't you think so, Boss Yuan? That's why you should let your son choose what he likes. Only then can he look good like my son."
"…" Yuan Zhou looked at the mother and son with a serious expression. After a while, he moved his neck stiffly and nodded.
The old lady looked happy. She looked at her son and kept nodding, muttering something under her breath.
"I'm sorry to disturb you, Boss Yuan. We'll be leaving now. Thank you, Boss Yuan." Ah Lang, on the other hand, was very embarrassed. He kept apologizing and thanking him.
After that, Ah Lang held his mother's hand and said softly, "It's not lunchtime yet. Let's go back first, and I'll bring you back for lunch. What do you think?"
"Okay." The old lady, who was very obedient when her hand was held, nodded and followed Ah Lang out of the restaurant.
When they reached the door, Ah Lang even turned around and bowed to Yuan Zhou. He held his mother's hand and walked away.
"Child? Do I look like a person with a child??" Yuan Zhou couldn't help stroking his lower jaw and still couldn't believe it.
It was the first time Yuan Zhou doubted his own appearance.
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