"This is the alley behind the restaurant. It's fairly clean." When Sun Ming saw the place, he looked around again. Generally, the back of a restaurant was a place that hid the filth. Yuan Zhou's restaurant was definitely an exception.
"It's only one wall away from there." Yuan Zhou pointed at the skyscrapers over there and said.
In front of him, it was like the wall that separated the rich area and the poor area in Brazil. On the other side of the wall, there were skyscrapers and 5A office buildings everywhere. On the other side, however, there were mostly two-story buildings. Although they weren't poor, they were indeed shabby in comparison.
Of course, all these were before the opening of Yuanzhou shop.
"It's indeed very close. Hey, isn't this Broth? You were here during the day." Sun Ming nodded his head. When he lowered his head, he saw Broth at the back door of the pub and immediately greeted it enthusiastically.
"Woof." Broth barked symbolically as if it was greeting him.
"Haw-haw. Broth is so obedient. I'll bring some ham sausages for you next time." Sun Ming immediately said happily.
Nevertheless, Yuan Zhou took a look at Broth and then at Sun Ming. He ridiculed inwardly, "This guy doesn't bark at me but instead barks at Sun Ming. I've raised it in vain."
"Let's go." Yuan Zhou withdrew his gaze and walked inside with others.
"Heh-heh. It's my first time to come to your kitchen." Sun Ming shook his head and looked around, but didn't reach out his hand to touch anything.
"Of course." Yuan Zhou said naturally.
"Go upstairs from here." Yuan Zhou didn't turn off the light just now, so the kitchen was very bright. Yuan Zhou pointed at the stairs and said.
"If I bring a girl here, she will definitely be very excited. It's a pity that only a rough man like me can come here." Sun Ming said regretfully.
"Get lost." Yuan Zhou said.
"However, your room must be the same as you. I guess there's nothing in it," Sun Ming said as he went upstairs.
The staircase was very short, and the two of them quickly reached the top floor. Although Sun Ming talked a lot, he was actually very well-behaved. He didn't touch anything and just waited for Yuan Zhou to walk in front of him.
"This is my room. I don't lack anything." Yuan Zhou opened the door of his room and said earnestly.
"I have no choice. I can't disobey my mother's order. Let's wait and see." Sun Ming shrugged and entered the door while rubbing his fat belly.
"Speaking of which, didn't you learn how to ride a bike?" Because Sun Ming always said that it was difficult to be a mother, Yuan Zhou suddenly remembered that Sun Ming had learned to ride a bicycle a few months ago.
At that time, Sun Ming stubbornly insisted on learning how to ride a bicycle. In order to chase after his goddess, he even wanted to sell his shop and stake it all on one throw. At that time, even without Sun Ming saying it, Yuan Zhou also knew that his family must have been in an uproar.
But now, it seemed that everything was fine.
"Cough, cough, cough." Sun Ming covered his mouth with his hand and pretended to cough twice, but didn't say anything.
"He gave up again," Yuan Zhou said affirmatively.
"If you are my brother, don't ask. I can't bear to look back on the past." Sun Ming urged Yuan Zhou to enter the room and didn't say anything more.
This answer made Yuan Zhou understand immediately. To put it in a poisonous way, you can't persist even if you bet everything on one throw. You are more impatient than you think.
"Come in." Yuan Zhou opened the door and Sun Ming looked into the room at first glance.
Yuan Zhou's room was different from his. There was a single bed in the room and the bedding on it was very tidy and clean. The bedside table was facing a pile of books, one of which was opened at the side. There was also a brand-new computer. The chair was placed beside the bedside table. It seemed that he was working and reading here.
Opposite the bed was a wardrobe. The wooden door of the original color was tightly closed. Near the door was a long shelf with some books and other things on it. The most conspicuous thing was a big box placed in the middle of the shelf. It seemed that there was something good in it.
Opposite the door was an open window. Gusts of cool wind blew into the room. The air was fresh but not cold. The curtains were light cyan, which looked clean and refreshing.
The overall layout was simple and clean, much cleaner and tidier than before the restaurant was opened. This was Yuan Zhou's room.
"Not bad. You cleaned it up so well." Sun Ming walked into the room and said, "As the saying goes, a room is clean and has no smell. It's either that or that."
Yuan Zhou kept silent as if he didn't hear Sun Ming's words. Sun Ming felt strange. Generally speaking, he shouldn't ask what it was.
"Aren't you curious about what I'm talking about?" Sun Ming asked.
"Not at all. Besides, I don't want to hear it." Yuan Zhou's words made Sun Ming choke.
Sun Ming asked for a rebuff. He looked left and right and tried to change the topic. In the end, the atmosphere became awkward. Only then did the awkward atmosphere force Sun Ming to react. It was time to get down to business.
"I don't feel cold here and you don't seem to lack anything. Why don't you just tell me what you want?" Sun Ming walked around and asked with a frown.
"No need. Please thank the auntie for me." Yuan Zhou paused for a while and then said.
"If you don't say it, my mom will think that I didn't come at all." Sun Ming said impatiently.
"No need." Yuan Zhou thought for a while. He really didn't lack anything, so he shook his head and said decisively.
"What's this?" Sun Ming saw the box on the shelf with a glance just now. Now that he turned his head and saw it again, he was naturally curious.
The main reason was that the box was too conspicuous. It didn't match the room. It was very protruding and very conspicuous.
"It's a box of boxing gloves." Yuan Zhou reached out and patted Sun Ming's hand and then said.
"Boxing gloves? You practice boxing? "Sun Ming was curious and couldn't help but stretch his head to take a look.
"I don't know how to," Yuan Zhou said indifferently.
"Then why did you buy such an expensive glove? For collection? Which famous boxer did you use it? "Sun Ming threw out several questions in a row.
"I didn't buy it." Yuan Zhou shook his head and denied.
"It doesn't seem to have a signature on it. I don't know which boxer it is. This glove is not cheap. It's worth a few hundred dollars." Sun Ming recognized the logo on the box and then said. He didn't know where he knew so many things.
"Yes, it's indeed very expensive. It's a very good boxer." Yuan Zhou nodded.
When he said this, Yuan Zhou suddenly thought of the boxer who came to eat with his face covered in blood. Every time, he would come to tell Yuan Zhou whether he won or lost.
But there was no such person anymore. Yuan Zhou still remembered this pair of gloves. It was the night after the boxer bought the gloves.
At that time, he had already used the gloves that night. Naturally, his face was still covered in blood. As usual, Yuan Zhou took a towel and wiped it for him. That day, the boxer was very happy. His red and swollen face was full of smiles.
"Wipe it, don't drip it into my bowl," Yuan Zhou said.
"Hehe, I beat Boss Yuan." The boxer took the towel and said with a smile.
"Hmm." Yuan Zhou nodded.
"Look at my gloves. Don't they look nice?" the boxer said as he took out his gloves and waved them in front of Yuan Zhou's face.
"Not bad. It's new." Yuan Zhou nodded.
"Of course. I saved up for two months to buy this new thing. It's very good. Someone bought it for me overseas. We don't have it here." It was rare for the boxer to say such a long sentence, but it was all about the gloves on his hands.
"Yo, the gloves are not bad." Ling Hong tilted his head and took a look at the gloves and then said.
"Of course. It's very expensive." The boxer nodded.
"Boss Yuan, can I use the towel to wipe it?" The boxer took the white towel and didn't use it to wipe the blood. Instead, he hesitantly asked Yuan Zhou.
"Yes." Yuan Zhou nodded.
"Thank you." The boxer immediately lowered his head and carefully wiped the gloves. His expression was very serious.
After that, every time the boxer came, he would first wipe the gloves and then treat the wounds. The gloves were very important to him.
It was equivalent to food. Now, Yuan Zhou was helping to put it away, waiting for the boxer to pick it up.
Fortunately, Yuan Zhou searched online for tutorials on how to take care of the boxing gloves. He also asked some people for help. If the box was opened, the gloves that had been in the box for some time could still be seen, as if they had just been sent.
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