Yuan Zhou ate the bones after watching the soup and rice. It was getting late, so he went back to the second floor. After washing up, he went downstairs to prepare dinner.
The number of people ordering all kinds of pancakes didn't decrease at all. Today was Mao Ye's last day of work before the New Year. Yuan Zhou didn't read as usual, but accompanied him to the pub.
It was the end of the year. Regular customers such as Queen Jiang, Fang Heng, Zheng Xian, and Chen Wei were all busy, so they hadn't been here for a long time. There was a high turnover of customers in the pub. Most of them were tourists in Chengdu.
However, no matter if they were new or regular customers, they didn't have any complaints about the liquor of The Kitchen God except for the small quantity.
Although most of them didn't know each other, it was fate that they could sit and drink with The Kitchen God. Regardless of whether they knew each other or not, they had a common topic to talk about when they complained about the small quantity of liquor. The atmosphere was good, and they even played a few fists.
To be clear, two fists was the exact number.
After sending off the last customer, Mao Ye was finally free.
"Boss, Xiaoyun will come to take over tomorrow. I'm really sorry. If it wasn't an emergency, I wouldn't have left so early," Mao Ye said embarrassedly.
The annual leave of The Kitchen God started on the 29th. There were still a few days left, but because of the matters in his hometown, Mao Ye really couldn't hold on until then.
"No one can predict the unexpected. Little Mao, wait a moment. I'll go get the New Year's goods for you," Yuan Zhou said and went upstairs.
Mao Ye, who wanted to say something but hesitated, was left standing in the restaurant.
"These are your New Year's goods and a red envelope. Take them. Have you bought the bus ticket?" Yuan Zhou handed the goods and the red envelope to Mao Ye.
"Boss, these are too expensive. No, no, no." Mao Ye shook his hands, feeling like the red envelope was biting his hands.
"Every employee has one. It's the custom of the restaurant." Yuan Zhou directly stuffed the red envelope and the New Year's goods into Mao Ye's hands.
"Boss, I'll come earlier after the New Year and work hard." Feeling the warmth of the red envelope and the New Year's goods, Mao Ye felt warm in his heart.
"You can come on the 9th. That's when everyone starts work." Yuan Zhou waved his hand, "No need to come earlier."
"Di Di Di"
The driver of the last bus outside had already arrived. When he didn't see Mao Ye, he honked the horn.
"Hurry up, the car is here, we can't let the master wait for too long," said Yuan Zhou.
"Boss, I'll go first. I've already bought the ticket. Don't worry, boss. I wish you a happy new year in advance!" Mao Ye bowed slightly to Yuan Zhou and ran outside.
"Slow down. Be careful," Yuan Zhou said as he watched Mao Ye run away.
With Yuan Zhou's eyesight, he could see Mao Ye waving at him after getting on the bus. "This kid."
After seeing Mao Ye off, the days passed quickly. First, Mu Xiaoyun came back to work, which surprised many of her old customers.
Everyone had a good impression of the first employee of The Kitchen God. Even Wu Shou, who only cared about drawing and eating, remembered Mu Xiaoyun.
"Hello, Xiao Yun." Wuhai greeted.
"Hello, Brother Wu. Did you eat a lot for dinner today?" Mu Xiaoyun smiled mischievously.
Mu Xiaoyun took over Mao Ye's pub, so she happened to bump into Wuhai, who was walking Meaty Duoduo and Meaty Fatty when she arrived early.
"Are these Meaty Duoduo and Meaty Fatty?" Mu Xiaoyun was also well-informed.
"That's right. What do you think? I raised them well, didn't I? The catfish I cook is professional. Meaty Duoduo and Meaty Fatty love it." Wuhai looked proud.
"That's amazing." Mu Xiaoyun was also very supportive. Wuhai was very happy.
Following that, the two of them chatted about Meaty Duoduo and Meaty Fatty. It was rare for Wuhai to be so talkative.
The days were peaceful. In less than two days, Yin Ya's company was also on holiday. She even bought the plane tickets.
"Little Ya, is your flight in the afternoon?" asked Yuan Zhou.
At this time, breakfast had just ended. Yin Ya dragged her luggage over.
"I'll be leaving after lunch. My flight is at 3: 30," said Yin Ya.
"Then it should be about time. Oh right, Little Ya, I received a letter from Shanghai this morning." Yuan Zhou suddenly remembered a registered letter that had arrived that morning and quickly took it out.
"Is it Miaomiao?" Yin Ya said in surprise.
Speaking of Miaomiao, Yin Ya's mind was immediately reminded of the child who kept retreating and apologizing.
"Yes, let's read it together." Yuan Zhou waved the letter in his hand.
"Okay." Yin Ya nodded in agreement.
At that time, the two of them were sitting at the stone table in the backyard. On the table was the rose cake that Yuan Zhou had specially made for Yin Ya. It was fragrant and soft.
"Tsk."
Yuan Zhou carefully opened the letter and revealed the contents inside. One was folded into a small square, and the other was folded neatly into a rectangle.
"Why are there two?" Yin Ya was a little puzzled.
Ever since Miaomiao started sending letters to The Kitchen God, she had already figured out the relationship between Yin Ya and Yuan Zhou. After that, Miaomiao wrote both of their letters together. Hence, the two of them were used to reading letters together. This time, there were actually two copies.
"They shouldn't be the same person," Yuan Zhou said thoughtfully.
"Let's read Miaomiao's first." Yin Ya stretched out her hand and unfolded the rectangle letter.
Every time Miaomiao sent a letter, it would be folded like this. Hence, Yin Ya was very familiar with it.
Miaomiao's notes were unfolded. Although it was immature, every stroke was written very neatly. One look and one could tell that she put in a lot of effort.
[Brother Yuan, Sister Ya: Zhan Xinjia, I hope Brother and Sister Ya can eat and sleep well and take care of their bodies. Brother Yuan, don't practice cooking every day. Don't tire yourself out. Sister Ya, don't work overtime every day. Miaomiao is very happy here. Very happy …]
Miaomiao's letters always covered all aspects. She was very thoughtful at such a young age. She would mention some trivial things in school and then ask Yuan Zhou and Yin Ya to take care of their bodies and not get sick.
Not getting sick was probably the best wish for Miaomiao, who had a weak constitution and often got sick.
At the end of the letter, there was a sentence that was obviously added at the end. [There's also a gift for Brother Yuan in the envelope. I haven't read it yet.] At the end, Miaomiao even drew a mischievous smiley face.
Ever since Miaomiao went to school in Shanghai with her family, she had become much more cheerful. Sometimes, she would even joke around. She was like a completely different person compared to her previous cautious self.
"Blockhead, this is your gift. Open it." Yin Ya stretched out her hand and pushed the small folded letter to Yuan Zhou.
Yuan Zhou received it with a little puzzlement. He carefully opened the letter and unfolded it — [Thank you] and [Happy New Year]. He could clearly see the differences between the notes.
Some of the handwriting was immature and seemed to be written by a child who had just learned to write. Some of the handwriting was more delicate and seemed to be written by an older person. The entire letter was occupied by these big and small "Thank you" and "Happy New Year".
"This is really thoughtful." When Yin Ya thought of many children who were similar to Miaomiao, she didn't know why her eyes became a little moist.
"It's indeed thoughtful." Yuan Zhou carefully folded the letter according to the original traces. He planned to put it in the drawer of the bookshelf on the second floor.
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