Of course, Yuan Zhou was already very used to Director Wu's style of doing things. After putting away the certificate, he returned to the store and intended to check the package and letter.
It looked like an envelope from afar. Now that he saw it up close, he realized it was actually a file bag.
On the sender's area, Qingqing clearly wrote the names of Ling Hong and Little Qing.
"It turns out that they sent it." Yuan Zhou wasn't very surprised.
Every once in a while, sometimes half a month, sometimes a month, he would receive something from Ling Hong and Little Qing. Usually, it was a postcard. Occasionally, it might be a package with some local specialties inside. However, it was the first time for him to receive such a big package with a file bag.
"Is this a local tycoon flaunting his wealth?" Yuan Zhou wondered if Ling Hong's old habits were acting up again. For example, he once sent a Louis Vuitton skipping rope to Yuan Zhou. He was simply crazy.
"Hiss"
He picked up the file bag and opened it, revealing the contents inside. In fact, it was a postcard and a photo.
"Did they come back from taking photos?" Yuan Zhou was very puzzled.
Since Ling Hong and Ruan Xiaoqing left, there was nothing else except for the postcards and specialties. But now, there was actually a photo. There must be something wrong with this abnormal thing.
Yuan Zhou took out the photo from the bag. Immediately, the figures of three people were reflected in Yuan Zhou's eyes. Two adults and a baby, who seemed to be only a few months old. The adults were obviously Little Qing and Ling Hong. Both of them looked high-spirited. Although Little Qing's complexion looked a little pale, the happiness flowing from the corners of her eyes could be seen at a glance.
The baby's face hadn't opened yet, but Yuan Zhou felt that there was something between the eyebrows that resembled Little Qing. The white and tender face was held in Ling Hong's arms, and it looked like a family.
What's going on? Yuan Zhou was a little confused instantly. He looked at the photo again and again, but he couldn't see anything special.
Yuan Zhou decided to change the direction and directly took out the postcard. There were some words written on it: "I have a child. Let's share the things I sent back and celebrate. We are doing very well. Don't worry."
The message wasn't long and didn't mention where they were. In fact, even Grandfather Ling didn't know where Ling Hong and the others were apart from receiving the news that they were safe.
"You even have a child?" Yuan Zhou pondered. It was rather difficult for a patient with advanced pancreatic cancer to get pregnant.
"Although it's difficult, it doesn't mean it's impossible. I believe the child belongs to Ling Hong and Little Qing." Yuan Zhou thought inwardly. Being with Ling Hong, Little Qing was obviously much happier. At the same time, she had also exceeded the "limit" mentioned by the hospital.
"Wait." Yuan Zhou came back to his senses. The marriage was ahead, so it was fine, but now the child was also. Now, the child was also ahead.
Putting the postcard and photo aside, Yuan Zhou started to open the huge package. It was indeed very big, or else Director Wu wouldn't be so tired that he almost suffocated.
After opening it, he realized that there were many small boxes inside, arranged neatly. They were actually not very big, all palm-sized, but there were a lot of them.
Some had Yuan Zhou's name, some had Yin Ya's name, some had Queen Jiang's, some had Wu Shou's, and some had Zheng Jiawei's. Anyway, as long as it was someone close to them, they were all prepared.
Seeing that it was getting late, Yuan Zhou slowly picked up the trash. Other than his and Little Ya's gifts, the rest were placed in the small flower pots, planning to distribute them to everyone later.
Yuan Zhou suddenly thought of something. "I didn't spend the last two years with Little Ya, so I don't know how many things she bought. Why don't I tie my card to Little Ya this year and help her empty her shopping cart?"
After making up his mind, Yuan Zhou's hands moved a little faster, and he was soon done.
Seeing that it was getting late, Yuan Zhou planned to go upstairs to take a shower before coming down to prepare the ingredients for lunch.
Recently, Dean and the others didn't bring their cooked dishes to Yuan Zhou to taste from time to time. They were most likely going to participate in a program. He just didn't know what program it was, but the time seemed to be quite consistent.
Thinking about all these messy things, Yuan Zhou quickly washed up and changed his clothes. He walked into the kitchen, washed his hands, and started to get rid of all distracting thoughts and carefully prepare the ingredients.
When it was close to lunchtime, Su Ruoyan arrived.
After entering the restaurant, he greeted Yuan Zhou first and then started to clean the restaurant with a rag. Walking around, he soon saw a pile of small boxes piled up at the side.
Before Su Ruoyan could decide whether to ask or not, Yuan Zhou took advantage of the free time and said, "Little Yan, when you see people with names on the boxes coming to eat, give them the boxes. Tell them that these are specialties sent by Ling Hong and Little Qing."
"Got it, Boss," Su Ruoyan answered directly.
Saying that, Su Ruoyan looked at the small boxes one by one, making sure that the names had points. Otherwise, she might get flustered when she checked them at the last minute, so it was better to prepare in advance.
Very soon, it was lunchtime. The customers came in one by one in an orderly manner, marking the start of the business time.
To be honest, two hours and 120 minutes were still a long time, but in fact, it passed very quickly.
In the afternoon, when Cheng Ying came, Yuan Zhou was reading a book. It was a cookery book that he finished halfway through last night. This was brought to Yuan Zhou by Chu Xiao when he returned to Chengdu. It was some knowledge about French cuisine, so he planned to finish it early.
"Teacher's father, Teacher's father, I have a piece of good news for you." Cheng Ying came to Yuan Zhou with a bright smile on her face.
If it weren't for business, she wouldn't have come to The Kitchen God today. Recently, her father, Engineer Cheng, kept a close eye on Cheng Ying. He said that her teacher was very busy during this period and shouldn't be disturbed easily.
In Cheng Ying's opinion, her father was jealous that she could go to Teacher's father every day. Since he couldn't go, he didn't allow her to go either. It was a typical case of "Only the magistrate is allowed to set fire, but the common people are not allowed to light the lamp."
Yuan Zhou put down the book and looked at Cheng Ying, saying, "What's the good news?"
"Teacher's father, do you know? You are not in Jianghu, but there are legends about you everywhere in Jianghu. You are so awesome." Cheng Ying took out her phone and gave a thumbs-up.
"There are many legends about me. What's the situation now? Could it be that the Ox King Festival is trending? "Yuan Zhou looked at Cheng Ying calmly and waited.
Cheng Ying took out her phone and flipped to the trending news. Many of the news were related to Yuan Zhou. For example, [Three famous chefs in a drama. No matter if it's Japanese, French, or Huaxia chefs, they can't escape from Boss Yuan's grasp.], [The new French chef dares to go against Boss Yuan. Has he lost his morals?], [The new French chef dares to go against Boss Yuan. Has he lost his morals?], [The master of the new generation chef in Japan is actually this person? ]
However, Yuan Zhou was a little confused. What was going on? Were all the headlines these days so careless?
Without waiting for Yuan Zhou to ask, Cheng Ying opened a video. While playing, she said excitedly, "Teacher's father, look at this. It's because of this video that it became popular."
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