While Ling Hong was in a daze, Wuhai rushed to Yuan Zhou at lightning speed.
"Compass, give me another Tangyuan. This is the last one. How about I act cute and roll around?"
Act cute?
Roll around?
Is he trying to snatch Broth's screen time just to eat?
"…"
The corner of Yuan Zhou's eyes twitched. He turned to look at Wuhai. He patted his chest imperceptibly. He was really scared to death.
"Director Jiang, you're treating me to a meal, but I'm not full yet. As the CEO, what do you think?" Yu Chu said to Jiang Changxi, not wanting to talk to Wuhai.
"My hands are tied. Boss Yuan doesn't give me face," Jiang Changxi said helplessly as she flicked her hair.
"Young man, you're still too young," Chen Wei said in an old-fashioned manner.
"Only a newbie like you would be fooled by that shameless guy," Ling Hong concluded, "Wuhai is completely shameless when it comes to food."
"Boss Yuan won't change his mind. Even if Sister Jiang says something, it's useless," Wei Wei reminded him out of goodwill.
"But I only ate one," Yu Chu said the truth seriously.
"Um. I'll bring you here next time to eat your fill," Jiang Changxi nodded and replied.
"Don't you have anything to say about such a vile behavior?" Ling Hong looked at Wuhai with a condemning gaze.
"Of course not," Wuhai said naturally as he stroked his mustache.
Now, all the customers in the restaurant looked at the unrepentant Wuhai with condemning gazes. Only Wei Wei's attention was different from the others.
She looked at Wuhai's attire and appearance and suddenly asked, "Uncle Wu, why is your mustache so neat?"
That's right. Wei Wei found it strange.
Wu Hai was currently wearing blue coral velvet home clothes and a pair of cotton slippers. His hair was neither too long nor too short. He looked as if he had just woken up from his bed and came over. He was as lazy as one could imagine.
Although Wuhai was clean on the whole, it couldn't be said to be neatly dressed.
On the contrary, Wuhai's mustache was neatly trimmed, and the edges were neatly trimmed. It was obvious that he had put in a lot of effort into it. This was extremely incompatible with Wuhai's overall style.
In the past, Wuhai's beard was like a mystery, sometimes long, sometimes short, but in the past two months, it had become neatly trimmed.
"Daddy needs to shave every day to be this clean," Wei Wei made it even clearer.
At this moment, everyone else in the shop looked at Wuhai curiously.
"Oh, about that. Someone likes it, so they love it. After all, it's more handsome this way," Wu Hai said shamelessly with a straight face.
"Ho Ho. You have been eating here for too long. You sound like Boss Yuan," Ling Hong was the first to ridicule him.
"Is it because of that little girl?" Jiang Changxi suddenly thought of that girl.
The girl who told Wuhai that he would feel safe when he saw his mustache.
Hearing Jiang Changxi's words, everyone in the shop immediately knew what was going on and didn't say anything else.
"Tsk." Wuhai made a sound of unknown meaning and didn't answer them.
"What a lazy artist." Ling Hong glanced at Wuhai and didn't say anything else.
"It's rare for me to be so handsome." Wuhai stroked his mustache and showed a dissatisfied expression as if he was interrupted.
"It's almost nine o 'clock. I have to go back for a night jog," Wan suddenly looked at the watch on her wrist and then said.
"It's indeed late. Let's go home and sleep after eating and drinking," Chen Wei added.
"Weiwei, let's go back." Mr. Wei looked at his daughter inquiringly.
"Ok. Bye, Boss Yuan," Wei Wei said to Yuan Zhou politely.
"Um. Happy New Year," Yuan Zhou nodded and then said.
"Happy New Year, Boss Yuan, too. You are getting more and more handsome," Wei Wei said mischievously and then walked out of the shop.
"You too." Yuan Zhou didn't show it on his face, but he was very happy inwardly.
When someone said goodbye and left, the other customers seemed to be infected. They also said goodbye and began to leave one after another, leaving some time for Yuan Zhou.
Wuhai, Ling Hong, and the others came silently but left quickly as well. Suddenly, only Yuan Zhou was left in the restaurant.
"The snow seems to have stopped." Standing at the door, Yuan Zhou looked up.
The sky was dark blue and there wasn't even a single star. However, it didn't snow anymore.
"Pa Pa", Yuan Zhou patted the non-existent dust on his body and said quietly, "It's still quite cold. It seems that I need to prepare a cushion for Broth."
After that, Yuan Zhou didn't close the door immediately. Instead, he went back to the kitchen and made a bowl of Tangyuan for himself. Of course, there were both sweet and salty Tangyuan.
"Um. Sure enough, my own cooking is the best." Yuan Zhou ate one Tangyuan at a time contentedly. He wasn't afraid of the heat and quickly finished it. There were 16 Tangyuan in this bowl.
Of course, there was still some soup left in the bowl. Naturally, it was left for Broth and his wife. It was good to drink some hot soup in such a cold weather.
"It seems that nobody will pass through this path." After pouring the hot soup, Yuan Zhou returned to the kitchen and looked outside the door.
It was pitch-black outside. Except for the Yuanzhou shop's light shining on the road, the other shops had long been closed.
"Zhi Ya", Yuan Zhou opened the partition and walked to the door, preparing to close it.
Just then, there came the sound of footsteps from afar. In Yuan Zhou's ears, the footsteps sounded a little familiar.
Therefore, Yuan Zhou stopped closing the door and prepared to close it after the person passed by. That way, there would at least be some light.
"Dadada Ta", the footsteps were getting closer and closer.
"Boss Yuan, Boss Yuan hasn't closed the door yet?" The person walked to the light and surprisingly, it was the granny who usually sold Mantou at the door.
"Um, not yet." Yuan Zhou nodded his head.
"That's great. I have some Tangyuan that I made myself. Take a bowl and try it." The granny raised the paper bag in her hand smilingly.
On the night of the 30th, when the weather was cold, the Tangyuan was delivered.
"Come in first. It's cold outside." Yuan Zhou paused for a while and then turned sideways to invite the granny into the house.
"No need. I'll leave after you eat the Tangyuan." The granny waved her hand and stuffed the bag into Yuan Zhou's hand.
"Then you can watch me finish eating before you leave." Yuan Zhou received the bag conveniently. Then, he supported her slightly and walked into the restaurant.
"Okay. I'll take the bowl back. You don't have to wash it." The granny didn't refuse this time. She walked into the restaurant and sat at the table for two.
"Thank you." Yuan Zhou thanked her earnestly.
Then, he sat opposite the granny and opened the paper bag. Inside was a big lunch box with eight white and fat Tangyuan floating in it. Each of them was the size of a baby's fist.
"Don't mention it. I made it myself. My cooking skills aren't as good as yours, Boss Yuan. Just eat it and take it as a sign of joy," the granny said, a little embarrassed.
After all, the granny knew that Yuan Zhou's cooking skills were very good. Otherwise, there wouldn't be so many customers coming here to eat every day.
"No, your Tangyuan is more delicious than mine," Yuan Zhou said earnestly. He had already eaten one Tangyuan at that time.
The granny obviously didn't take it seriously. However, the wrinkles on her face smoothed out and she looked very happy.
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