With a sound of "Dadada", Yuan Zhou put on the traditional Chinese clothing and walked down the stairs step by step to the kitchen.
In order to conveniently store the mobile phone, every piece of Yuan Zhou's traditional Chinese clothing had a waist pocket which contained Yuan Zhou's mobile phone.
"It's getting late. Let's start." Yuan Zhou turned his head and looked out of the kitchen window. Then, he stood in the middle of the kitchen.
"Wait." Yuan Zhou stopped washing his hands and quickly took out his mobile phone.
"This is a very serious question." Yuan Zhou took out his mobile phone and started to check his messages.
After checking, he didn't find any new unread messages. Yuan Zhou frowned subconsciously. After thinking for a second, he started to make a call.
And this number was always the one that cared about him the most. It was 10086.
The call to 10086 was connected very quickly. Yuan Zhou directly pressed zero and looked for the customer service staff.
"Hello, how can I help you?" A clear male voice came from the other end of the phone.
"Huh?" Yuan Zhou looked at his mobile phone and didn't dial the wrong number. He was a little puzzled. "Why is it that when others call, it's a soft girl who answers, but when it's me, it's a man?"
Only when the person on the other end of the phone asked again did Yuan Zhou react. He immediately said, "I'm sorry, I want to inquire about my phone bill."
"Okay. Is it a monthly bill? Do I need to send you a text message or a voice broadcast or both? "The clear male voice asked very patiently.
"Text message." Yuan Zhou said concisely.
"The text message has been sent to your mobile phone. Do you have any other questions?" The clear male customer service staff asked routinely.
"Do I need to pay to answer a call from France?" Yuan Zhou asked calmly and naturally.
"You don't need to pay to answer a call from abroad. You can also receive a text message for free," the customer service staff answered seriously.
"How much do I need to pay to make a call from a local phone in France?" Yuan Zhou asked again.
"That depends on the communication company. Every communication company has different charges," the customer service staff said.
"Okay, thank you," Yuan Zhou said.
After the call ended, Yuan Zhou gave the customer service just now a five-star rating, hung up the phone, and the expression on his face also relaxed.
"Well, it's free." Yuan Zhou put the phone into the drawer.
"Sure enough, I'm smarter." Yuan Zhou looked at his phone with satisfaction.
After solving the problem of answering the phone, Yuan Zhou began to prepare the ingredients seriously. He did some preliminary processing so that he could serve the finished dishes as soon as possible.
Having prepared all the ingredients, he washed his hands again and then opened the door, waiting for the opening time of the dinnertime.
"Boom, kacha" Just as Yuan Zhou opened the door, a clap of thunder suddenly sounded in the sky, and the sky suddenly became bright.
"It's going to rain?" Yuan Zhou frowned as he looked at the cloudy sky.
The people queuing outside also stopped chatting and looked at the explosion.
"Yo, it looks like it's going to rain," someone said.
"I didn't hear that. The weather forecast shows that it's going to be sunny," someone said while holding his phone.
"Can the weather forecast be trusted? Pigs can even climb trees. Isn't it always hindsight? They always say it's going to rain after it's already raining," someone immediately said disdainfully.
"Exactly. The weather forecast can't be trusted. Luckily, I brought an umbrella with me," a girl patted her bag proudly.
"That's nothing. There are places to shelter from the rain now. It's all thanks to the Queuing Committee that they fixed it," the man immediately pointed at the doors protruding from both sides of the restaurant and said.
That's right. Apart from the lanterns, there were also many sun-shielding canopies on this street.
These canopies were designed in different colors according to each restaurant, but their sizes were all the same. Therefore, they looked like small flags fluttering on the street and looked very beautiful.
Once the man said that, the people in the queue started to talk about the Queuing Committee again.
While the people in the queue were slowly moving toward the canopies, a familiar bicycle bell sounded from the other side.
"Ding Ling Ling Ling Ling Ling." It was Zhou Yu.
"Pack up, pack up. There will be a big inspection later. Hurry up and go," Zhou Yu shouted while riding the bicycle.
It was also at this moment that the rain started to fall.
The spring rain was pitter-patter. It was not heavy, but it was very dense. It could still make people wet after a while.
"Aiyo, why is it raining so soon? I have to pack up my stall. It just so happens that there will be an inspection," the young man selling fried dumplings said as he packed up his stall.
"What a coincidence. The rain and the inspection came together," the granny said with a smile as she carried the basket on her back.
"Exactly. It's raining. I wonder if the inspection is still going to be carried out," the middle-aged man selling braised food with a roof covered his stall. He packed up very slowly.
"Little Brother Zhou, it's raining. Are they still going to be inspected? If not, I won't pack up. There will be people getting off work and buying groceries in a while, "the middle-aged man selling braised food asked Zhou Yu loudly.
"I just received the inspection order. They will definitely come. Hurry up and go," Zhou Yu stood on one foot and held the umbrella with one hand while waving the other impatiently to tell them to hurry up.
"Seriously, they still came to inspect when it's raining. I don't know why they are so diligent," the middle-aged man selling braised food complained as he packed up unwillingly.
"Don't talk so much. It's already good enough that Little Zhou came to inform you. Otherwise, how can you keep your stall?" the middle-aged woman selling pancakes rolled her eyes at the middle-aged man.
"I know, I know. Thank you, Little Zhou," the middle-aged man selling braised food shouted at Zhou Yu.
Most of the people had finished packing up. At this moment, only a middle-aged woman was left in a mess. There were many layers of partitions in front of her, and on each partition was a small tea-colored bowl.
Each bowl was filled with different colored and shiny bowl cakes. The middle-aged woman was drenched in the rain, but she still used a piece of cardboard to cover the bowl cakes on the top layer. However, there was no way for her to pack up.
She kept looking at the sky and then at her bowl cakes. There was a hesitant expression on her face.
"Hurry up and pack up. It's so troublesome." At this moment, a black umbrella was suddenly handed to her from behind. Zhou Yu's impatient voice could be heard as well.
"Thank you, thank you, Little Brother Zhou. I'll pack up right away. I'll pack up right away." Only then did the middle-aged woman begin to place the bowl cakes one by one in the basket.
Zhou Yu stood behind her and held the umbrella. Of course, he didn't forget to urge her, "Hurry up. You're the slowest and the most troublesome. Don't come next time."
"Alright, thank you, Little Brother Zhou," the middle-aged woman didn't get angry at Zhou Yu's impatience. Instead, she responded politely.
"Hurry up." Zhou Yu pushed the umbrella forward again without anyone noticing, exposing his entire back to the spring rain.
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