"Young man, the gate is about to be closed. Come down early." When he carried the food box into the cemetery, the gatekeeper inside shouted to Yuan Zhou loudly.
"Ok." Yuan Zhou nodded his head.
From the mountain gate to the top of the mountain, there were basically steps built.
"Dadada Ta", Yuan Zhou walked up the steps step by step. His pace was neither too fast nor too slow, and he was quite indifferent.
"It seems that exercising is still very beneficial." Yuan Zhou carried the food box that weighed at least 10 kilograms and walked from one kilometer to the top of the mountain, but he didn't feel very tired.
The grave of Yuan Zhou's parents was on the hillside. Therefore, he didn't climb very long before he reached the hillside.
He walked to the left for two or three minutes and arrived in front of the tombstones.
Such cemeteries were all like this. There were layers in the form of a small path in the middle and tombstones on both sides. They were basically the same.
The tombstones were all made of gray marble, and the names and simple biographies were engraved on them.
The tombstones in front of Yuan Zhou's parents were very clean, without any weeds or sundries. It seemed that they came here often.
"Peng", Yuan Zhou put down the food box, squatted down and began to take out the things he had prepared.
"I haven't seen my parents so formally for a long time. I brought a lot of fruits this time." While arranging the fruits, Yuan Zhou said gently.
Yuan Zhou's tone was gentle, and his solemn expression was also removed. With a faint smile, he appeared to be warm and genial.
"Every time I came back in the past, you told me not to bring anything and just to eat and wear warm clothes. But it's different this time. These are good things. Have a taste." Yuan Zhou arranged the fruits and said earnestly.
"Um? I haven't been here for only a few months. It's a little dusty. Let me clean it for you. "The tombstones of Yuan Zhou's parents were one and not separated.
On the left was Yuan Zhou's father and on the right was Yuan Zhou's mother.
"Haha, Dad, your side is dirtier. Mom will definitely say that you don't like cleanliness." When Yuan Zhou was wiping, he found that the left side was slightly dusty.
"By the way, Dad, this is the liquor I brought for you. Don't drink too much. Don't let Mom find out. It doesn't matter if you are nagged, but Mom will definitely scold me in my dreams," Yuan Zhou suddenly whispered to his left.
"However, it would be good if he could appear in my dreams." When Yuan Zhou said this, his voice became even softer. He hadn't heard his mother scold him for a long time, even in his dreams.
In life, the most regrettable thing was to dislike nagging when you were still around, and only when you were gone would you realize how precious it was.
The most tragic thing in life is that you can't even dream of what you want.
"Speaking of which, I've changed a lot in the past six months. I'm a famous chef now and I inherited your restaurant. It's a good place with good Feng Shui." Yuan Zhou said that confidently and proudly.
"I think it must be you two who are blessing me."
"Now my culinary skills are much better than yours. Mom, you don't have to worry about me. I always cook by myself and seldom eat out." It was rare for Yuan Zhou to talk so much.
"Speaking of which, I'm not bad either. I'm a prince charming, but no one pursues me. I don't know if it's because I'm too handsome that the girls feel distant from me. So, Mom, your wish of holding a grandson will definitely have to wait." Yuan Zhou shrugged helplessly.
Yuan Zhou was tired of squatting, so he directly sat on the ground beside the grave and leaned against the tombstone gently, talking about his own affairs slowly.
For example, his parents' worries about his marriage, health and career. Yuan Zhou told them one by one.
About 40 minutes later, Yuan Zhou finally arranged the flowers he brought and stood up, saying, "Goodbye, Mom and Dad. I'll come to see you next time."
After that, Yuan Zhou turned around and left. His steps were the same as when he came, light and steady.
The place in front of Yuan Zhou's parents' grave became clean and lively. Plates of fruits were placed neatly and there were white chrysanthemums and three-wheeled grass on the ground.
The three-wheeled grass had small white flowers, green leaves and a long stem. When the cold wind blew at night, the white petals swayed slightly. The meaning of the flower was, "I miss you."
After getting out of the grave, Yuan Zhou walked forward for another kilometer before he hailed a taxi at the intersection.
Of course, he hailed a taxi with a high-tech phone. Otherwise, Yuan Zhou might have to spend the night in the graveyard.
"Luckily, I'm smart enough to know how to hail a taxi in advance." Sitting in the warm car, Yuan Zhou thought complacently in the heart.
The car drove along. Yuan Zhou and the driver were both very quiet. It was quite quiet in the middle of the night in Chengdu, but the street lights were very bright.
The car stopped at the intersection of Taoxi Road.
"Take care. Take your things with you and remember to give me a five-star rating." The driver said courteously.
"Ok." Yuan Zhou nodded his head.
Yuan Zhou carried the empty lunch box and walked through the side street. There was a 24-hour convenience store at the intersection of the street and it was brightly lit.
After he walked into the side street, Yuan Zhou saw that all the stores were lit up. The entire side street was brightly lit.
"Hmm. It seems that my idea is pretty good." Yuan Zhou was quite satisfied with his idea of hanging lanterns.
Not long after that, he walked to the entrance of the restaurant. Broth lay at the door and guarded it carefully.
"Good evening." Yuan Zhou greeted Broth when he opened the door.
It was rare for Yuan Zhou to come back at night. He entered from the front door. Therefore, Broth raised its head and looked at Yuan Zhou until he entered and closed the door. Then, it lay down again.
In the evening, Yuan Zhou slept very soundly. As usual, he didn't have any dreams until dawn. After that, he got up, washed, exercised and prepared the ingredients before starting a new day of business.
Early in the morning, the entrance of Yuanzhou Shop was filled with customers again.
"Huh? That person didn't come? " A young man, who looked delicate and cultured, walked around the customers in the line but didn't find the person he was looking for.
"Forget it. Let's wait in the line first. If he comes later, we can have a meal together," the young man put his hands into his pockets and said casually.
The sky was getting brighter and brighter. Almost all the customers who came for breakfast had arrived. After all, they wouldn't be able to eat it if they were any later.
Coincidentally, the young man was among the 100 customers. However, he didn't see the person he was waiting for.
"It's not bad to have a meal in Yuanzhou Shop." Even if the person didn't come, the young man didn't feel too conflicted.
"Boss Yuan has become normal again and we can drink liquor today. Life is beautiful like this." Chen Wei pinched the red ping-pong ball that his apprentice had drawn in surprise.
"I think you are satisfied with liquor," Fang Heng said indifferently.
"So are you," Chen Wei said straightforwardly.
"No, no, no. I'm doing this to spy on the military situation and to make the liquor in my restaurant better. It's my job," Fang Heng said in a dignified manner.
"Ho Ho." Chen Wei summed up the credibility of Fang Heng's words with two words.
In the morning, the matter of Yuan Zhou's mood recovering was basically known by everyone. Therefore, Ma Zhida also came to Yuan Zhou's restaurant at noon, preparing to pay a visit to Yuan Zhou.
Normally, he would only come when there was a new dish.
As soon as Ma Zhida arrived, however, he was stopped by someone.
"I'm returning your money. I'm sorry. I just came back from a business trip recently." The young man pinched two red RMB notes with his slender and white hands and handed them to Ma Zhida.
"Returning my money?" Ma Zhida didn't remember what it was.
"Egg Fried Rice. Because of the Egg Fried Rice I ate last time," the young man reminded him.
"Oh. Then you still owe me a meal," Ma Zhida thought of the matter of borrowing money and then said smilingly.
"Ok. I'll treat you to Egg Fried Rice," the young man said readily.
"No problem." Ma Zhida nodded his head happily.
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