"That's great." Yuan Zhou did not greet the people behind him. Instead, he smiled and mumbled to himself. Then, he walked towards his restaurant without stopping.
Yuan Zhou, who was wearing a suit, walked with his back straight and naturally. Along the way, there were many people who greeted him.
"Boss Yuan, what are you doing dressed so nicely today?" someone in a shop by the street teased.
"Just walking around." Yuan Zhou did not reply that he was going to receive the award.
After all, Yuan Zhou was a reserved person who did not like to show off. There was no need for him to shout about receiving an award.
"I'm afraid he went on a blind date. Boss Yuan is a hot commodity now." A middle-aged woman laughed.
"No," Yuan Zhou said without changing his expression.
"If Boss Yuan takes a liking to someone, don't be shy. Let us say it for him." Someone else continued.
Along the way, the people who were talking were basically the people around Yuanzhou shop. Even the crippled Fatty Wang from the hardware store smiled and agreed, urging Yuan Zhou to find a wife quickly.
"Spring is almost over. Why is it so urgent now?" Yuan Zhou looked calm on the surface, but he was extremely embarrassed in his heart.
"Could it be that the girlfriend my parents found for me is going to appear?" Yuan Zhou began to imagine his future girlfriend.
He was thinking about how the two of them should interact in the future. He was also thinking about how to arrange the time in the shop after he got a girlfriend.
After all, there was no more. After all, it was difficult for a single man to imagine what it would be like to have a girlfriend.
"Speaking of which, should I do some research on the Game of Nurturing Love so that I can be more prepared when I start dating?" Yuan Zhou seriously thought about this possibility.
Just as Yuan Zhou was thinking about all sorts of things, he had already reached the entrance of the shop.
"How is it, Compass? Where's the silk banner?" Wuhai stood on the second floor, stroking his mustache and asked with interest.
"It's hung," Yuan Zhou paused for three seconds and said.
"It's hung? You entered the shop from the back door again. I didn't see it, "Wuhai frowned.
"It's not in my shop. It's in someone else's shop," Yuan Zhou said.
"Ah? Someone else? You're not number one? There was such a f * cking shady business? The website has already announced that it's you. How can it be given to someone else? Who should it be given to? "Wuhai said as he hurriedly went downstairs in his slippers.
From the looks of it, he was going to tear down the shop.
"Dadada!" Wuhai rushed to Yuan Zhou and stared at Yuan Zhou with a serious face.
"He hung it up in someone else's house. My wife's house," Yuan Zhou explained unhurriedly.
"F * ck, why didn't you say so earlier? You scared me. I thought it was a shady deal." Wuhai put down his arm that he had just raised.
"You came down before I finished," Yuan Zhou said objectively.
"Forget it. I forgot that you took a deep breath while talking. I won't argue with you." Wu Hai stroked his small mustaches and said magnanimously.
"I'm going to open my shop now," Yuan Zhou turned around unhurriedly. He was too lazy to argue with Wuhai.
"Compass, you're really something. This honor is given away just like that," Wuhai walked around Yuan Zhou and said curiously.
"You're not bad either. Your paintings are very expensive." At that moment, Yuan Zhou opened the door and pointed at the two paintings on the ceiling.
"That's true. I'm not moved by money." Wuhai boasted and added, "For something like a painting, if someone appreciates it, it's worth a lot. If no one appreciates it, it's just a painting."
"You're the noblest," in order to get into work faster, Yuan Zhou had to nod his head and say against his will.
"Although Compass is still the same Compass, I've finally opened my eyes today. That's right, I'm that noble," Wuhai continued to walk around Yuan Zhou and then said proudly while stroking his small mustaches.
"Ho Ho." Yuan Zhou couldn't help but look at Wuhai with obvious disdain. Then, he walked into the kitchen to prepare the ingredients for dinner.
"Compass, what do you mean by that? Am I wrong?" Wuhai walked to Yuan Zhou and asked while staring at him.
Yuan Zhou washed his hands silently and ignored him.
Wuhai didn't give up either. He stared at Yuan Zhou.
For a moment, the restaurant quieted down. Then, Yuan Zhou felt more at ease. Wearing a suit, he prepared some things that he could do on the spot.
For example, cleaning the azure stone countertop.
"I'm going upstairs to change," Yuan Zhou said and went upstairs.
"Yeah. You're wearing a suit today. How rare," Wuhai immediately thought of that and said to Yuan Zhou.
"I'm going upstairs," after saying that, Yuan Zhou was already upstairs.
"He must be taking a bath. He loves cleanliness even more than me," Wuhai murmured while stroking his mustaches.
Speaking of cleanliness, however, Wuhai thought of a person who would come to the restaurant from time to time. The time of this person's visit was not fixed.
Sometimes, he would come once a month. Sometimes, he would come once every two to three months. It was easy to tell how Wuhai recognized him.
This person had the color and smell of vermilion paint on him. This made Wuhai, who was extremely sensitive to color, very concerned.
Besides, this person had a very strange behavior. Not only would he wear vermilion paint on him every time he came to eat, he would also bow to Yuan Zhou and the customers after eating. It was very strange.
Of course, compared to that, Wuhai was more curious about where the color came from. Because the color of the vermilion paint was very bright and beautiful.
"I wonder what this person does for a living," Wuhai thought randomly while stroking his mustaches.
"Excuse me, is Boss Yuan here?" Just as Wuhai's thoughts were running wild, a middle-aged man suddenly walked in and asked in a low, muffled voice.
Wuhai turned his head and saw two people walking into the restaurant. There was a large item wrapped in black cloth at their feet.
"What's the matter?" Wuhai asked seriously.
"This is my master, Carpenter Lian. We are here to deliver the cabinet," the middle-aged man explained.
"Boss Yuan is taking a bath upstairs. He'll be down soon," Wuhai nodded and said.
"Err …" This answer left the middle-aged man speechless for a moment.
At this time, Yuan Zhou had already changed into a traditional Chinese costume and came downstairs.
"Carpenter Lian, you're here?" Yuan Zhou quickly walked out to welcome him.
"This cabinet was just completed today, so I delivered it directly," Carpenter Lian said loudly.
"Thank you. Sorry to trouble you," Yuan Zhou immediately thanked him.
"Don't mention it. This is what we agreed on," Carpenter Lian waved his hand carelessly and pointed at the cabinet wrapped in black cloth at his feet.
"It'll definitely look good," Yuan Zhou said.
"The master heard that Master Yuan won an award today, so he delivered the cabinet," the middle-aged man beside him said as he moved the cabinet.
His meaning was obvious. Carpenter Lian heard that Yuan Zhou won an award today, so he specially came to congratulate him.
"You talk too much," Carpenter Lian glared at the middle-aged man with dissatisfaction. Then, the middle-aged man lowered his head and stopped talking.
"Carpenter Lian, you came at the right time. Let's eat here tonight. I promised to treat you," Yuan Zhou did not say any words of gratitude. Instead, he brought up the matter of dinner.
"Carpenter Lian, don't decline. You promised," Yuan Zhou said when he saw that Carpenter Lian was about to decline.
"Alright, I'll stay. You can go back after moving the cabinet," Carpenter Lian said as he pointed at the middle-aged man.
"Please come with me," Yuan Zhou said with a serious face.
Seeing that Yuan Zhou was serious, Carpenter Lian did not decline and nodded in agreement. However, he did not stay idle and immediately instructed the middle-aged man to move the cabinet …
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