"Look, this dog really looks like Guaiguai. Why don't we take it back?" The woman pulled the arm of the strong man and said with a slightly coquettish tone.
"No." The muscular man refused without even thinking about it.
"Why?" The woman asked with puzzlement.
"This is a stray dog. It must be very dirty. We can go to the pet shop to buy it. Good boy, that's all." The strong man comforted her.
"Alright. I want to drink the liquor." The woman humphed.
"Ok, ok." The strong man agreed helplessly.
"Then you go and ask him now." The woman signaled the strong man to go up.
The drinkers had already gone to the second floor of the pub. Only Yuan Zhou was processing the ingredients on the first floor.
Yuan Zhou's habit was to sort out the ingredients that could be processed every day in order to familiarize himself with them, deepen his understanding and cook better dishes. It had become his hobby now.
Therefore, there were only three people in the restaurant now, the young couple and Yuan Zhou.
"Oh, isn't this Boss Yuan? Nice to meet you." The strong man nodded his head and then went up to greet him loudly.
"Hello. It's past the business time for dinner now. I'm sorry I can't receive you." Yuan Zhou nodded his head and then said straightforwardly.
"I know that. I heard you have liquor here, so I came to ask about it." The strong man nodded his head and then mentioned the liquor euphemistically.
"Yes. Three pots of liquor are provided every day." Yuan Zhou nodded his head and meanwhile gestured to the menu on the wall at the side.
"That's great. Boss Yuan's craftsmanship is so good. The liquor must be delicious." The strong man continued praising.
"Thank you. It's getting late." Yuan Zhou thanked him courteously and then saw the customers off tactfully.
However, when Yuan Zhou said that, he suddenly thought of the scene in the costume TV series about serving tea to the customers.
Yuan Zhou picked up the glass cup on the azure stone countertop silently and drank a mouthful of water.
"It's also quite elegant to see the customers off by drinking water." Yuan Zhou nodded his head with satisfaction inwardly.
"No, no, no. We came here today just to drink the liquor. 5888 yuan, right? Can I transfer the money?" The strong man took out his phone and said smilingly.
"I'm sorry. The liquor has been sold out." Yuan Zhou said earnestly.
"Please make an exception. Boss, three pots a day is too little," the woman beside the sturdy man said in a soft voice.
"This is the rule of this restaurant. Three pots a day," Yuan Zhou said lightly.
"Rules are dead, but people are alive. We can still bend the rules a little," the muscular man said with a smile.
"I'm sorry, but the restaurant's business hours have ended. Please excuse yourselves." After saying that, Yuan Zhou picked up the cup and drank some water again.
It was obvious that he wanted to send the guest off.
"You really can't?" The muscular man's tone was a little angry.
"These are the rules," Yuan Zhou said lightly.
"Humph, forget it," the woman could not help but say.
"Alright, let's go." The muscular man was dissatisfied, but there was nothing he could do.
After all, this was a society governed by the law. Freedom of buying and selling was a universal rule. You couldn't force people to buy and sell.
"Um." The woman nodded the head. There was still some anger on her beautiful face, but she managed to suppress it well.
"Dadada Ta". The two people walked out of the door quickly. When they passed by Broth, they didn't even turn their heads, let alone think of adopting Broth.
Lying on its stomach, Broth watched the two people walk away and then let out a light "Wu Wu" sound. The sound was so low that Yuan Zhou didn't hear it in the restaurant.
However, it was just a small interlude. Only Broth and the young couple knew about it. As for Wu Hong, he went to the toilet at the door. After he came back, he was stopped by his aunt before he had time to see Broth that had just arrived.
"Wu Hong, don't make trouble. It's very late. Let's go back. "Looking at her nephew who had stood there for a long time, Wu Qian said helplessly.
"Aunt, I haven't succeeded yet." Wu Hong was reluctant to leave, but he was really a little tired.
"Come again tomorrow. Look, the restaurant is about to close now." Looking at the empty restaurant, Wu Qian persuaded him softly.
"If I do that, will my teacher have any reason not to accept me?" Wu Hong revealed a hesitant look.
"You have already called him teacher. He definitely won't." Wu Qian said affirmatively.
"Really?" Wu Hong looked at Yuan Zhou who didn't show any reaction and then looked at his aunt, feeling a little unbelievable.
"Yeah. Didn't you call him teacher just now? Maybe he just wants to test you." Wu Qian didn't know much about the matter, therefore, she explained logically.
"But the two people have been waiting for a long time in the snow outside the Cheng Men Restaurant." Thinking of his ambition, Wu Hong was a little unwilling to give up. When he spoke, he intentionally raised his voice in an attempt to attract Yuan Zhou's attention.
"But you have also waited for almost four hours. Let's come again tomorrow." Wu Qian took a deep breath and continued persuading him.
"Alright. Let's come again tomorrow." Wu Hong looked at Yuan Zhou who didn't even look at the door and then said with his head lowered.
"That's good. Let's go." Wu Qian went up happily and pulled Wu Hong.
"Slow down. My legs are aching badly," Wu Hong exclaimed and said.
"Look at you. You have been standing there for so long. Let's go back. I have bought a lot of delicious food." Wu Qian felt sorry for Wu Hong and immediately slowed down.
In the restaurant, however, Yuan Zhou heaved a sigh of relief.
"They are finally gone." After rejoicing, Yuan Zhou thought of Wu Hong's last words again.
"Getting tired after standing for three hours? You are getting a little delicate." Yuan Zhou moved his legs lightly and then let out a mischievous laugh.
Being a chef was originally a tough job. It was very common for one to stand for an entire day.
For example, Yuan Zhou who had just obtained the system basically stood for 12 hours a day. Luckily, the restaurant was Yuan Zhou's and Yuan Zhou had gotten used to it.
"Hahahahaha!" A burst of laughter came from the second floor. Judging from the voice, one could tell it was Wu Hai.
"Humph. Boring." Following that was the snort of the novelist.
"I told you that Atlanta would definitely win. Come on, give me the liquor." Wu Hai revealed a complacent expression. The mustache on his lips was almost dancing in the air.
"It's just a stroke of luck." The novelist took a cup of liquor unwillingly and was very stubborn.
"Yeah, yeah. A score of 2: 0 and 2: 1. Hahaha." Wu Hai didn't know when to stop and continued to be complacent.
"Humph." Now, the novelist had nothing to say. He could only snort coldly and turn around to leave.
After the game, the business time was almost over. The customers who had watched the game with satisfaction left one after another.
The novelist felt that he had lost face and felt very indignant. After all, he had always liked Pescara.
Even when he got home and washed up, he still couldn't accept it. He sat on the bed and thought about the game.
"Forget it. Time to sleep." The novelist sighed and lay down.
At the other side, however, Wu Hai fell asleep happily.
After a good night's sleep, Wu Hai went to the Yuanzhou shop early in the morning as usual and waited for breakfast.
The novelist was the same. He rushed to the Yuanzhou shop early in the morning. Now, he basically did this every day, looking forward to drinking liquor.
The Yuanzhou shop made the novelist's work and rest time more regular. After all, if he slept late, he wouldn't be able to get up to draw the lottery. That meant he wouldn't be able to drink liquor.
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