"Are you going to cook Wu Chicken today?" Yuan Zhou asked as usual when he cleared away the bowl.
"No. I said I won't cook it and I won't cook it." Mr. Ma said impatiently.
"I can find the ingredients by myself." Yuan Zhou thought for a while and then added.
"No need. Go away now. It's just two bowls of noodles. You want to exchange my royal cuisine? How ridiculous!" Mr. Ma got angry again. He stood up and even his well-ironed Chinese tunic suit wrinkled.
"You really have a bad temper." Yuan Zhou suddenly said that.
"Hey. You little brat, how dare you criticize my temper? Go away now. I don't need a little kid like you to tell me about my temper." Mr. Ma said discontentedly, but he wasn't as angry as when he was asked to cook the soup just now.
"Humm. Good night." Yuan Zhou nodded the head thoughtfully and then stood up and left.
"Little brat, so what if you have the talent?" Looking at the back of Yuan Zhou, Mr. Ma moved his mouth and said discontentedly.
However, Yuan Zhou just carried the bowl and went back to his rented room quietly.
"Yuan, you are back. How did it go? Did you succeed?" Standing at the door and smoking the cigarette, the old man asked smilingly.
"No. Mr. Ma didn't agree." Yuan Zhou said straightforwardly.
"In my opinion, this old man is weird. He ate your noodles but still didn't agree. That old guy is just pretentious. Just ignore him." The old man knocked on the tobacco pipe.
"Never mind. The royal cuisine is too bad." Yuan Zhou smiled.
"In my opinion, the royal cuisine can't even compare with your noodles. You cook it so well. I didn't even know that the flour of my own house could make it taste so good. Yuan, you are the expert. Obviously." Looking at the empty bowl in the hand of Yuan Zhou, the old man suddenly thought of the noodles he had eaten and suddenly felt the dinner he had just eaten had been digested. Therefore, he got a little hungry.
"Thank you for your compliment." Yuan Zhou thanked him smilingly.
"You are welcome. That's all true. I hope you can cook it for us again, Yuan." The old man said straightforwardly.
"Before I leave." Having thought for a while, Yuan Zhou agreed.
"What? He's ready to leave, "the old man said in surprise.
"Yes, I've been here for a long time. I'll leave in two days." Yuan Zhou had only planned to stay for five days. Today was already the third day. Of course, it was time for him to leave.
"Alright, let me know when you leave," the old man said seriously.
"I will." Yuan Zhou nodded.
"Alright, I'm going to sleep." The old man finished the last puff of his cigarette and prepared to go to bed.
"Wait, what's on your grandson's face?" Yuan Zhou suddenly asked as he recalled the little boy's face in the afternoon.
"You mean that? Don't worry, it's not contagious. "The old man smiled helplessly.
"That's not what I mean. Is it an allergy?" Yuan Zhou asked carefully.
When Yuan Zhou first saw the old man's grandson, there were a lot of red spots on his face. It was more obvious during the day, and it was very serious now. However, his body seemed to be fine.
The old man sighed and said in a low voice, "No, they were born with it. Many of our children were born with it."
"They were born with it. Can they be cured?" Although his body looked good, it was a little unacceptable for a child of his age to have them on his face.
"Yes, they were cured. There were several children in the village who went there together. Some disappeared when they grew up and some stayed with them until they were old. Luckily, they were all boys." The old man was a little sad when he thought of his grandson's face.
After a short pause, the old man continued, "I heard it's because of the excessive bees. This is retribution."
"No, it should be able to disappear," Yuan Zhou said affirmatively.
"Sigh. I hope so." While saying that, the old man went back to his room.
Yuan Zhou stood still and thought for a while. Then, he also went back to his room and took out the small mirror in his travel suit. It was originally used to shave, but now it was used to look at his face.
Yuan Zhou actually didn't have any beard on his face. Otherwise, he would look more like an uncle, which was more in line with the popular uncle complex nowadays. Therefore, the purpose of the mirror was self-evident.
Now, the red spots on Yuan Zhou's face had basically disappeared. The effect of the propolis was very powerful.
After thinking for quite a while in front of the mirror, Yuan Zhou went out to pick some things and then went back to his room to sleep.
"Uncle, I'm sorry. I was rude yesterday." Early in the morning, the little boy ran to Yuan Zhou's door and apologized.
Moreover, the little boy found that although Yuan Zhou had a cold face, he was actually very easy to get along with. However, his manner of wishing others to get sick yesterday was very rude.
"Never mind," Yuan Zhou didn't care about that and said naturally.
"Ah, uncle, your face." After the apology, the little boy was surprised when he raised his head.
"What's wrong?" Yuan Zhou didn't understand.
"Why do you have red spots like me?" the little boy shouted in surprise.
"Red spots?" Yuan Zhou took out the mirror and checked. As expected, his face was full of red spots, just like the little boy's, which looked a little scary.
"Uncle, how are you? Do you feel uncomfortable?" the little boy asked nervously.
"Are you uncomfortable?" Yuan Zhou asked calmly.
"I don't feel uncomfortable. I just feel like a monster," the little boy said gloomily.
"I don't feel uncomfortable, either," Yuan Zhou touched the boy carefully and said calmly.
"Uncle, what happened to you? Is it really contagious?" The little boy seemed to have thought of something. He moved away from Yuan Zhou in a panic, as if he wouldn't be contagious that way.
"No, it doesn't itch or hurt. It's not contagious. It's very normal. Adults also have it," Yuan Zhou said without even blinking.
"Really? Aren't there only the few of us? "the little boy said in surprise.
"Of course. Look, I have it." Yuan Zhou pointed at his own face.
"But I didn't have it before," the little boy said hesitantly.
"So it will dissipate in the future. But even if it doesn't dissipate, it's fine. It's not ugly," Yuan Zhou said seriously.
"Really? Don't I look like a monster?" The little boy touched his own face nervously.
"No, it won't. Maybe we will also have it tomorrow and then it will be gone," the old man suddenly walked over and said smilingly.
"Grandpa, do you also have it?" Looking at his grandpa's old face, the little boy asked with puzzlement.
"Yeah, it's very normal. It's nothing," the old man said earnestly while holding the little boy's hand.
"I'm going to eat breakfast," Yuan Zhou said behind them.
"That side is reserved for you, Yuan. Thank you." The old man turned his head and revealed a happy smile on his old face.
When he came to the kitchen, he found there were two servings of breakfast on the table. Presumably, the old man knew that Yuan Zhou would carry the breakfast to eat with Mr. Ma, so he specially prepared the breakfast.
Yuan Zhou carried the breakfast and swaggered through the village with the red spots on his face. Nobody asked him about that. They probably thought it was caused by the bees in the daytime.
"Did you cook it?" Mr. Ma turned a blind eye to the red spots on Yuan Zhou's face and only cared about the breakfast.
"No, the owner cooked it and I carried it here," Yuan Zhou said earnestly.
"Humph. Pig swill again," Mr. Ma said immodestly and then straightforwardly reached out his hand and prepared to carry out a big bowl of porridge from the square plate.
"Mr. Ma, I was born in the year of the monkey," Yuan Zhou said primly.
"Get lost," Mr. Ma answered with only one word.
What the old man prepared for Yuan Zhou was a big bowl of porridge, two empty bowls and two plates of pickled vegetables.
"Peng", Mr. Ma knocked the big bowl of porridge on the square plate carelessly, emitting an ear-piercing sound. Apparently, he didn't have enough strength.
"How can the hot porridge be eaten?" Mr. Ma set it down discontentedly and directly carried out the empty bowls.
"Let me do it," Yuan Zhou reached out his hand and carried out the big bowl of porridge. He scooped out a bowl and then said, "It's edible."
Only then did he hand it to Mr. Ma.
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