The number Wang Ye got was the last one. Therefore, when he entered the restaurant, there was no one waiting in line outside. That was also the function of the queuing machine.
With it, the customers wouldn't have any expectation to cook another serving. That way, they wouldn't wait in vain.
"Hello. What would you like to eat?" Once Wang Ye entered the restaurant, Zhou Jia asked him.
"Um. Clear Broth Noodle Soup. That's it." Wang Ye got stupefied for an instant and then answered.
"Ok. Payment comes before the dishes are served. Your dish is 268 RMB in total. Plus the Welcoming Set Meal of 20 RMB, the total is 288 RMB. Thank you for your patronage." Zhou Jia said smilingly.
"Can I pay by bank transfer?" Wang Ye asked.
"Of course." Zhou Jia nodded the head.
"Okay. I'll transfer it now." Wang Ye scanned the QR code indicated by Zhou Jia and then said.
"Got it. Your dish will be served right away." After Zhou Jia said that, she immediately reported to Yuan Zhou.
"It's really different." Wang Ye sat down and felt a little uncomfortable all over.
In no more than five minutes, Zhou Jia came over again and carried his Clear Broth Noodle Soup. Of course, it was still the Welcoming Set Meal.
"Thank you." Wang Ye said habitually.
"You are welcome." Zhou Jia answered politely.
Then, Wang Ye lowered his head and started to eat the noodles. The noodles were very delicious and even more delicious than what Ma Zhida described. Wang Ye was immersed in the delicacy. After eating for a while, however, he suddenly stopped and listened attentively.
He found there was nothing in the restaurant except for the conversation of the customers, which was noisy and warm. Apart from that, there was nothing else.
Then, Wang Ye felt even more awkward.
When he ate the Sixian Rice Noodle Soup before, the fat boss wouldn't ask for bank transfer. He preferred cash. When he said thank you, the fat boss would say, "No need to thank me. I'm an old customer."
All of that made him feel familiar and reassured.
As for the reason that he stopped to listen subconsciously, it was because there would always be a pair of mother and son coming at that time.
Sometimes, the mother scolded the son and sometimes she praised him. But her voice was always very loud, as if she wished everyone in the alley could hear her.
In the beginning, Wang Ye was not used to it, but now he was not used to it. It had only been a year.
"It's really not the same at all." Looking at the chewy and delicious noodles in the bowl, Wang Ye suddenly revealed a smile.
But this time, he ate a little slower and began to savor the food carefully. At the same time, the conversations of the other customers in the restaurant slowly entered his ears.
"Slurp." Wang Ye ate a mouthful of noodles.
When Wang Ye was eating noodles, Ma Zhida didn't come over. He knew that Boss Yuan didn't like to be disturbed when he was eating. However, when Wang Ye finished eating, he came over.
"How is it? How is it? Is it so delicious that you want to swallow your tongue?" Ma Zhida put his hand on Wang Ye's shoulder and asked.
"It's indeed very delicious." Wang Ye nodded his head gently.
"Do you believe me now?" Ma Zhida smiled proudly.
"En, it's just a little awkward." Wang Ye nodded and said.
"Awkward?" Ma Zhida didn't quite understand what she meant.
"Nothing, but I'm quite familiar with it." Wang Ye smiled and added.
"What nonsense are you talking about? It's fine as long as it's delicious. Let's go back for lunch." Ma Zhida put his arm around Wang Ye's shoulder and walked toward the company.
"Thank you." Wang Ye suddenly said.
"Tsk-tsk. It's so cheesy. Let's go back now." Ma Zhida rubbed his arms with a manner of dislike and said generously.
"Haw-haw. You are right. I will treat you to a meal next time." Wang Ye also reacted and said immediately.
"What do you mean next time? Just tomorrow. You treat me at noon tomorrow." Ma Zhida immediately seized the opportunity and said.
"Okay." Wang Ye nodded his head cleanly.
"Hey Hey. It seems that my recommendation is right. I even got a meal." Ma Zhida was quite proud with a smile on his face.
Naturally, he didn't know what Wang Ye thanked him for. Even Wang Ye himself couldn't explain it clearly.
Far away in Shanghai, a small gathering of friends was being held in two connected rooms on the top floor of a building called Ode of Joy in the residential area.
The reason was that the owner of the house had bought a painting, an oil painting painted by Wu Hai.
"Look at the artistic conception brought out by the use of the gray color." The owner of the painting explained the painting hanging in the middle of the room excitedly.
The painting was taken in the early morning. A man dressed in sportswear was running in a quiet side street. One side of the street was blurred. On the other side, there were several rows of low houses. Among them, a shop without a signboard was the clearest.
The running man could only be seen from the back. He seemed to be running earnestly. In front of him, there was a trace of extremely bright white, like the break of the rising sun or the last afterglow of the setting sun.
"Do you think this painting is done in the morning or at night?" The owner of the painting asked mysteriously.
"I think it's done in the evening. There are people around at this time, but the artist only painted one person on purpose. That way, the artistic conception would be better."
"No, no, no. It's obviously in the early morning. Only in the early morning can there be a feeling of vitality."
"I don't think you are right. It feels like there's no time. That trace of light might just be a misdirection. We should experience it more carefully."
The crowd started to make guesses at the same time.
The owner of the painting was obviously showing off with a proud expression. After all, he had asked Wuhai himself about it, although Wuhai didn't say anything.
Just when everybody was guessing enthusiastically, a woman dressed in a silk champagne-colored long dress stood alone in an inconspicuous corner with a wine glass in her hand and a decorative handbag in her hand.
The woman had an ordinary appearance, but she had a kind of gentle and refined temperament, which made people feel comfortable.
"These people are really good at interpreting." Seeing everybody's words become more and more outrageous, the woman revealed a helpless smile on her face.
"However, Wuhai's painting skills seem to have improved a lot." The woman sighed with emotion.
"Dadada Ta", the high-heeled shoes knocked on the shiny floor tiles and emitted a clear and melodious sound. Then, the woman came to the balcony alone.
Of course, she didn't forget to take her coat. It was known that it was still very cold outside.
She took up the phone and dialed Wuhai's number directly.
Thousands of miles away, Wuhai was lying on the sofa in the art studio like a corpse at that time. He was slowly digesting the delicacies he had just eaten.
"Dang Dang Dang …" Beethoven's impassioned Symphony of Fate passed through.
Wuhai reached out his hand to pick up the phone. When he saw the name, he stroked his mustaches subconsciously and then answered the phone.
"Hey, busy guy. How do you have time to call me?" Wuhai said with a relaxed and casual tone.
"I saw your painting." The woman's voice revealed a hint of delight.
"Which painting?" Wuhai raised his eyebrows and didn't quite understand.
"The one with the running man. It's very nice." The woman brought out the name of the painting.
"Oh, that one. It's indeed not bad. I'm also very satisfied with it." Wuhai suddenly thought of the painting.
He had drawn it when he opened the window in the early morning and saw Yuan Zhou jogging. After that, he felt quite happy.
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