"Your Tangyuan is really delicious," Yuan Zhou ate up another two and said earnestly.
"Haha. It's good that you like it, Boss Yuan. But Little Jiang also said the taste is not bad," the granny said happily.
The Little Jiang she mentioned was naturally her godson. It seemed that they had also had a reunion dinner together today.
"Um, I like it very much." Yuan Zhou nodded his head and then continued to eat the Tangyuan in the lunchbox.
"Boss Yuan, you are really good at cooking."
"The winter in Chengdu is quite warm. Boss Yuan, you have to keep warm."
"Have you bought the long johns?"
Yuan Zhou ate each bite very seriously. He also listened to the granny's words attentively.
"But no matter how good you are, you have to take care of your health. Can you stand waking up at 5: 30 am?" The granny was concerned.
"My mom used to think that I wake up late. But now, I don't feel so sleepy anymore." Yuan Zhou still had a Tangyuan in his mouth. Although he had eaten 16 Tangyuan before this, he felt that he had two stomachs and didn't feel bloated at all.
The granny didn't say anything after giving him some advice. She just looked at him with a smile. She didn't tell him in advance that she was going to deliver the Tangyuan, nor did she know if Yuan Zhou was open for business today. She only saw Yuan Zhou cleaning the restaurant in the morning, so she specially cooked a few more Tangyuan. She came at the usual time when Yuan Zhou's dinner time ended.
She thought that Yuan Zhou should be a little free at this time. It would be good to eat some Tangyuan to warm his stomach.
While Yuan Zhou was eating the Tangyuan seriously, Wuhai returned to his own house with satisfaction after snatching so many Tangyuan. The house was a mess. Waste paper, paint, skateboards, and other things were everywhere.
Strictly speaking, Wuhai's house wasn't particularly messy. It was just that there wasn't much life in it. It felt like a studio, but Wuhai did indeed live here.
Wuhai's parents were famous painters in China. When Wuhai was 13, his parents fell off a cliff while collecting paintings, leaving him and Wu Lin behind. Wu Lin was his sister, father, and mother, taking care of Wuhai.
Perhaps it was because they had watched the movie Rush Out of the Amazon, Wu Hai and Wu Lin had one thing in common. Both of them admired soldiers very much. Therefore, both of their dreams were to become soldiers. However, his parents had always hoped to cultivate an artist who was better than them.
Therefore, Wu Hai chose to carry on his parents' dream and began to learn painting seriously. He practiced seriously until he liked painting. Now, Wuhai had become the most famous young painter in the country and Wu Lin had fulfilled her dream.
From this aspect, Wu Hai was afraid of Wu Lin. Apart from the fact that Wu Lin's fighting skills were amazing and she could throw him over her shoulder at any time, it was also because Wu Lin had been making all the decisions in the family since young.
Wuhai was quite happy. Not only did he earn a lot of Tangyuan, but he had also done something big.
He picked up the canvas on the ground and spread it flat. His painting was different from others. Others would draft on paper and draw on the canvas, but Wuhai's painting was on the canvas and draw on the paper. He liked the feeling of the brush on the paper.
He switched off his phone and computer. It had to be absolutely quiet.
A small portrait and a portrait. Wuhai started to compose the painting. Wuhai was very persistent when it came to composition.
It was just like the People Passing by a Small Restaurant that he had once painted. Just the composition, the position of each character, and the size of the painting were all tried and tested by Wu Hai again and again.
Painting was art. Art couldn't be calculated, but it could be tried.
On Chinese New Year's Eve, each person could draw more than ten Tangyuan.
On the other side, Zheng Jiawei's family was very lively. They lived in Shancheng and Wuhai had given Zheng Jiawei a holiday ten days in advance. So, Zheng Jiawei had stayed at home for ten days. After dinner, the family watched the Spring Festival Gala in the living room.
They should watch the Spring Festival Gala on Chinese New Year's Eve, but the Spring Festival Gala was getting uglier every year. At this time, watching the Spring Festival Gala was no longer about the content. It had become a habit.
In the past, life wasn't so good. There wasn't so much good food on the table during Chinese New Year. But sitting on a small stool and watching Uncle Benshan and Uncle Ma Ji's skit, the family was happy.
Although the Spring Festival Gala had become worse, the good memories of the past could still cover up the bad ones. So, they scolded and watched it every year.
"Great family, where are you going at night?" Zheng Jiawei's mother asked when she saw Zheng Jiawei leaving with his car keys.
"Mom, give me two sections of our family's sausages and preserved meat. Pack a small piece," Zheng Jiawei said.
Although Zheng Jiawei's mother didn't know what her son was going to do, she still packed the sausages and handed them to Zheng Jiawei.
"Mom, I'm going out for a while. I have something to do. If it's too late, I won't be coming back tonight."
After speaking, Zheng Jiawei left the house with the sausages and preserved meat. He drove to the underground carpark and headed out of the city.
On the night of Chinese New Year's Eve, there was no toll. The entire road was smooth and there were very few cars on the highway. So, Zheng Jiawei drove faster than usual.
Yuanzhou shop.
After eating the granny's Tangyuan, Yuan Zhou sent the granny back to her house. When he returned to the shop, he felt that something was wrong.
His stomach felt like it was filled with rocks and was bloated.
Yuan Zhou's face darkened. He suddenly realized that he had finished all the Tangyuan that the granny sent. Including the 16 that he made himself, he had eaten 24 Tangyuan that day.
The east wind blows. Other than Tangyuan, who should I be afraid of?
Lying on the seat, his stomach hurt when he turned around. He didn't even have the strength to close the door and go upstairs. But not long after, someone returned.
Arrogant attire, arrogant expression, and arrogant walking posture were all obvious. The person was Chu Xiao.
"Tangyuan is one of the signature snacks of the Han nationality in China. It has a long history. Tangyuan originated from the Song Dynasty. At that time, Mingzhou was eating a novel food. It used black sesame, lard, and white sugar as the raw materials. First, the black sesame was ground into powder. Then, the lard and white sugar were mixed into the mixture and kneaded into a ball. The filling was then rubbed with glutinous rice flour. "
Chu Xiao walked up to Yuan Zhou. He didn't care that Yuan Zhou was paralyzed. The moment he opened his mouth, he started talking and left without any hesitation.
Yuan Zhou watched as Chu Xiao's figure became smaller and smaller until he disappeared.
Therefore, Chu Xiao came back and said something like Baidu Encyclopedia. What was he doing?
After resting for half an hour, Yuan Zhou closed the door and went upstairs.
About three hours later, someone knocked on Wuhai's door. The person knocking on the door was none other than his agent, Zheng Jiawei.
"Who is it?"
As soon as Wu Hai opened the door, he saw Zheng Jiawei's figure. Then, he heard Zheng Jiawei's concern in a soft voice.
"Xiaohai, are you okay? Did you eat anything on Chinese New Year's Eve? Are you still hungry? "
"Last time, you said that Boss Yuan might not open the door on Chinese New Year's Eve."
"What could be wrong with me? I ate 18 Tangyuan today." Wuhai's answer was undoubtedly proud.
After all, he got those Tangyuan with his wits.
"That's good, that's good. I brought you cured meat and sausages. I'll cook them for you later." Zheng Jiawei entered the room and habitually tidied it up.
Please believe that in a corner of the world, there must be someone who still cares about you.
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