"That's good." Hearing that, Wu Zhou immediately let out a sigh of relief.
"Humm. Thank you, Brother Wu." Wang Nan said earnestly.
"You don't have to be so courteous to Scholar Wu. You can treat me to dinner after you get your salary." Zhao YIngjun understood Wang Nan a little bit. He had also been transferred to Jinling.
"Exactly. That will be the best reward by then." Wu Zhou revealed an expectant look.
"Ok." Wang Nan agreed cleanly.
"That's all right. No problem." Zhao YIngjun patted on Wang Nan's shoulder.
"Let's go back." Wu Zhou pulled the two people to make way for the customers behind.
"What a weirdo." Wuhai muttered again.
"You don't understand?" Yuan Zhou suddenly asked.
"Yes. I don't agree." Wuhai shook his head.
"Ok." Yuan Zhou nodded and went back to cook dishes again.
Wuhai became a little absent-minded while waiting. He suddenly remembered the phone call from Zheng Jiawei earlier.
"Little Hai, how are you these two days?" The gentle voice of Zheng Jiawei passed from the other end of the phone.
He could faintly hear his younger sister, Wu Lin, complaining discontentedly, "Why are you so gentle? Go back to enjoy your life."
"Not bad. What's the matter?" Wuhai took the phone and recalled the delicious breakfast lazily.
"The paintings have been sold. Both the deputy main exhibition and the second painting have been sold." Zheng Jiawei kept silent for a while and then said tentatively.
"All of them?" Wuhai sat up straight with a solemn expression.
"Yes. The price of All Living Beings Passing is 1.05 million RMB higher than that of Tranquil Beauty." Zheng Jiawei explained in detail this time.
"Who bought it?" Wuhai knitted his brows and somehow felt a little unhappy.
"The person we were talking about a few days ago. Little Hai, you have even met him." Zheng Jiawei told him the identity of the person who bought the paintings in detail.
"Ok. Got it." After hearing that, Wuhai hung up the phone directly.
"He's dead?" Wu Lin looked at the helpless Zheng Jiawei.
"Um, you don't sound very happy," said Zheng Jiawei, still a little worried.
"That's enough. He was the one who wanted to sell it. It's none of your business." Wu Lin sat beside Zheng Jiawei and comforted him while holding his hand.
"Actually, I can tell that Little Hai doesn't want to sell it, but I don't know why he decided to sell it." Zheng Jiawei sighed.
"Fickle." Wu Lin didn't care. She knew that if Wuhai didn't want to sell it, there would be a way in the end. Now, she wanted to comfort her boyfriend more.
"Linlin, let's go. I'll take you to dinner." After being comforted by Wu Lin, Zheng Jiawei came back to his senses. He held Wu Lin's slender hand and stood up.
"Um." Wu Lin got up obediently and let Zheng Jiawei lead her away.
While the young couple were enjoying their sweet time, Wuhai revealed a discontented expression.
After hanging up the phone, Wuhai began to stare blankly as he thought of his painting.
During the exhibition, Wuhai didn't have a theme at the beginning. It was not until he stayed in the Yuanzhou shop for a long time that he painted the painting with this theme.
This painting was very interesting. By the way, Wuhai studied oil painting.
At first glance, there was only a small restaurant without a shop sign. With the small restaurant as the center, there were many small dots scattered around. However, with a closer look, one would find that these dots were actually people. Only with a closer look would one find that these vague people actually had their own emotions as if they were real people, each with happiness, anger, sorrow, and joy.
Impressively, Yuan Zhou was among them. He was busy in the kitchen, looking like a strict master with superb culinary skills. Sitting beside the curved long table was Mu Xiaoyun with two ponytails. Looking at her, a kind of happy atmosphere arose spontaneously.
Besides Wuhai himself, the regular customers were all sitting in the restaurant. If one was familiar with them, he would be able to recognize them at a glance, even if Wuhai didn't paint them at all.
At the door, there was a conspicuous sign that said "Don't litter". There was also a boxer with wounds all over his body walking into the restaurant, a grey-haired granny, a strange man walking around the Yuanzhou shop one more time, the crowd waiting in line, and the four tall, short, fat, and thin people maintaining order.
Of course, there was also a beautiful woman in the painting. The woman only had a side face, which looked gentle and elegant. She stood quietly and waited at the side. Coupled with the dark night, she simply brought out the best in each other.
These multiple elements formed the oil painting. The whole painting looked extraordinarily harmonious. Everyone who saw the painting would unconsciously think of one of the characters in it, which gave people a feeling of warmth, happiness, or joy.
"It has only been two months and it's been sold like this. Tsk." Wuhai seemed to be complaining, but there was also a hint of unwillingness in his tone.
As for the other painting, when Wuhai thought of it, he felt even more dissatisfied.
It was the back view of a woman. Only from the back view, one could tell that she was a very beautiful woman.
This woman was the reason why Zheng Jiawei specifically called him to inform him.
"Forget it. Let's eat first." As soon as Wuhai came to his senses, it was time for the lunch service of Yuan Zhou's restaurant. Therefore, he stood up and went to Yuanzhou shop straightaway.
Because of what had happened, Wuhai's expression became unpleasant unconsciously.
"What's the matter? Did you eat the pigment?" Yuan Zhou looked at Wuhai's expression and asked naturally.
"Eat the pigment?" Wuhai didn't react immediately.
"You cooked the rainbow-colored dishes by yourself again." Yuan Zhou's tone was doubtful, but his words were affirmative.
"That's art." Wuhai stroked his small mustaches and declared solemnly.
"Is it performance art or perverted?" Yuan Zhou was quite fashionable.
"Painters. The art of painters doesn't have any artistic cells." Wuhai was quite speechless.
"Oh, I still like cooking dishes." Yuan Zhou said lightly.
Along with the conversation, Wuhai's expression became much better. Yuan Zhou wouldn't answer every word. After all, the lunch service was really busy and Wuhai wasn't a person who needed to chat all the time.
"Here are your dishes." Zhou Jia carried the dishes to Yuan Zhou. Only then did the conversation between them come to an end.
Compared to chatting, Wuhai preferred tasting delicacies alone. That was the best reward for his paintings.
Yuan Zhou basically remembered the characteristics of every regular customer. The most important was their taste. However, Yuan Zhou had never mentioned that.
After that, the restaurant operated as usual every day. Originally, Yuan Zhou wasn't very happy at the end of every month. Even if he had the red packet from the system as part of the subsidy, he was naturally not happy. However, it was an exception this time. Today was the day when the new gourmet map would be announced.
As for the announcement of the time, it was quite accurate. As soon as the breakfast time ended, Yuan Zhou sat on the chair and waited silently.
Of course, in order to ensure the success of his mission, Yuan Zhou still made a lot of efforts secretly. For example, he didn't want to advertise himself and inquired about how to become a landmark gourmet restaurant.
It couldn't be regarded as publicity. Yuan Zhou even inquired Meng Meng on Weibo happily. His intention was basically known to everyone.
Luckily, Yuan Zhou's efforts paid off.
The system displayed, "Congratulations, host. Mission accomplished."
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