Chapter 292
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"Hey, what's wrong with you?" Ling Hong went up and patted on Wuhai's shoulder and asked loudly.
"Nothing." Wuhai said indifferently while stroking his small mustaches.
"It's just that she didn't come. It doesn't mean she won't come." Ling Hong shrugged and said with a relaxed expression.
"Are you talking about Miss Lu?" A short man suddenly asked.
"Why? Do you know her too?" Ling Hong asked with interest.
"Of course. She's such a beautiful girl." The short man said with a smile.
"Do you know why she didn't come?" Ling Hong asked again with an affirmative tone.
"She moved." The short man said with a regretful tone.
"Moved? When? "Wuhai was a little puzzled.
"About one week after you left." The short man thought for a while and then said.
"So long." Wuhai's tone contained a sense of understanding, regret, pity and faint reluctance.
"How do you know?" Yuan Zhou also asked suddenly.
He also wanted to know why this regular customer didn't come anymore.
"I happened to meet her on the way. So I went up to ask," the short man said with embarrassment.
"I see." Yuan Zhou nodded his head.
"But I have a new address. Do you want it?" After a while, the short man suddenly said.
"No need." Wuhai kept silent for a while and then answered.
For a moment, he wanted to say yes. Maybe saying goodbye was a good choice.
The woman they were talking about was the figure of the back that Wuhai had painted. This woman was also a regular customer of Yuanzhou Shop. But she had moved away and didn't come anymore.
Wuhai didn't even talk to her. Yuan Zhou had at least talked to her for a while. Therefore, they didn't know each other. But she was very beautiful.
"Not saying goodbye?" Yuan Zhou was a little puzzled.
He could tell that Wuhai had always been paying attention to that woman. Although they didn't talk, his eyes couldn't lie.
"No. I just feel I'm missing a painting material." Wuhai picked up the cup and drank some water before saying.
"An eccentric painter." Yuan Zhou came to a conclusion.
"Maybe." Wuhai stroked his mustache and fell silent.
"Young people are so good." The grandpa sighed with emotion smilingly.
People came and went in the shop. Some people just moved houses and never came back.
The Kitchen God wouldn't move from his spot, but he rarely waited. Wuhai understood this logic. However, there was a kind of feeling that was not love. It was just a desire to quietly watch. Time was like water. Seeing that you were well was enough.
Therefore, there was no need to say goodbye or see each other again. Perhaps in Miss Lu's memory, he was just a passer-by with a mustache. She did not even know his name.
…
After breakfast, Yuan Zhou took out a new menu and placed it together with the invitation card.
"I wonder what this thing is used for." Yuan Zhou took the card and looked at it again and again.
It was really a difficult problem for Yuan Zhou to invite people for meals. He hadn't thought of whom to invite at all.
Right after that, another important question occurred to Yuan Zhou, "System, does the person invited by the invitation card pay or not?"
The system displayed, "Same as other customers."
"That's good." Yuan Zhou let out a sigh of relief. It wouldn't be good if he ate and drank for free.
The door of Yuanzhou shop was wide open. A person walked in from the outside. It was none other than Wuhai.
"What are you looking at?" Wuhai appeared quite normal.
"Nothing." Yuan Zhou put away the invitation card without a trace, but he didn't put away the menu.
"Huh? Is this the menu?" Wuhai took the menu and said unbelievably.
"Yes. It will be served at noon." Yuan Zhou nodded the head.
"Your menu doesn't look simple. The paper is very good." Wuhai took up the thin paper and said.
"Of course." Yuan Zhou nodded the head deservedly.
"Did you draw it by yourself?" Wuhai looked at the lotus pattern on the paper carefully and said in surprise.
"No." Yuan Zhou denied straightforwardly. What a joke! He didn't know how to draw.
"The picture isn't printed by a machine." Wuhai had sharp eyes.
"Besides, the handwriting is also very good." Although Wuhai couldn't read, the handwriting was also an art. Therefore, he could still tell whether it was good or bad.
"The products of this shop are definitely of the highest quality." Yuan Zhou said primly.
"Er …" Wuhai choked.
"What's the matter? You came so early." Yuan Zhou changed the subject.
"You guess." Wuhai suddenly said primly.
"No." Yuan Zhou refused straightforwardly with a speechless manner.
"I want to hang a painting in your restaurant." Wuhai didn't tease him too much, but directly brought out his purpose.
"Why?" Yuan Zhou looked at Wuhai fixedly and revealed a strange expression.
"It's suitable." Wuhai didn't tell him the reason.
"Yes. Except for the side of the price list, you can also hang it on the ceiling." Yuan Zhou pointed at the two places and said solemnly.
"You don't want me to hang it here because you're afraid that others will look at the painting without looking at the price list?" Wuhai said suspiciously.
"No. It can't block the price list." Yuan Zhou didn't answer him.
"Then should I hang it at the side?" Wuhai pointed at the side of the price list and said.
"No. It will affect the overall taste of the restaurant." Yuan Zhou said firmly.
"Ho Ho. Then let's hang it here." Wuhai didn't bother to argue about the value of the painting.
He straightforwardly pointed at the opposite side of the sergestes wall scenery and confirmed the position of the painting.
This painting was naturally the Passing of All Living Things that had been sold. After thinking for a while, Wuhai still wasn't willing to give up. Therefore, he went to redeem the painting last night. Of course, Zheng Jiawei hadn't received the news at that time.
Wuhai took out the painting and found the name of the painting changed to People Passing of A Small Restaurant. Originally, the name of Passing of All Living Things was suggested by Zheng Jiawei, but Wuhai had always felt it wasn't suitable. Therefore, he didn't write it on the painting.
Not until he returned to Yuanzhou Shop did Wuhai have an idea and directly wrote the name of the painting on it. He felt it was more suitable for the painting.
"It's a good painting." Looking at Wuhai taking out the painting, Yuan Zhou said sincerely.
"Um." Wuhai looked at the painting and revealed a gentle expression as if he were facing his own child.
"Let's hang it up." Yuan Zhou and Wuhai picked up the oil painting together and prepared to hang it on the wall.
As soon as the painting was hung up, the restaurant was instantly filled with more spiritual qi. It looked more lively and warm.
"It's really a good match. Let's hang it here." Wuhai clapped his hands and said generously.
As for whether Zheng Jiawei would bombard him indiscriminately after he found out about it, it was a matter for the future.
"Um." Yuan Zhou nodded the head.
…
During the business time at noon that day, people first noticed the newly hung painting. The familiar customers found their own figures in the painting and those who came here for the first time would unconsciously think of the characters in the painting.
The painting seemed to have some magic power, which made the customers feel the goodness of Yuanzhou Shop more.
"It's truly a master-level painting." Even the grandpa who came for lunch couldn't help saying that.
"I remember you have already sold this painting," Ling Hong asked with a puzzled expression.
"No. It's just a rumor." Wuhai said firmly.
"It was sold for several million RMB and you say it's just a rumor? Your agent is going to cry. "Ling Hong gloated over the misfortune of others.
"No, he won't. He agrees very much." Wuhai revealed a manner of taking it for granted.
While Wuhai and Ling Hong were arguing, the grandpa found Yuan Zhou's new menu first and then cried out in surprise.
"Wow. What's this? It's surprisingly a menu? "
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