"Hey, what's wrong with you?" Ling Hong stepped forward, patted Wu Hai on the shoulder, and asked loudly.
"It's okay." Wu Hai said calmly, stroking his mustache.
"It's just that they didn't come, but it's not that they won't come." Ling Hong shrugged and said with a relaxed expression.
"Are you talking about Miss Lu?" Suddenly a small man asked.
"Why, do you know him too?" Ling Hong asked with interest.
"Of course I have, she is such a beautiful woman." The little man said with a smile.
"Do you know why she didn't come?" Ling Hong asked again with a firm tone.
"Moved." The little man said with a regretful tone.
"Moving? When." Wu Hai sounded a little confused.
"About a week after you left." The little man thought for a while before saying.
"It's been so long." Wu Hai's tone was filled with understanding, regret, pity, and a touch of reluctance.
"How do you know?" Yuan Zhou suddenly asked.
He also wanted to know why this regular customer suddenly stopped coming.
"I happened to meet one on the road, so I came up and asked." The little man said sheepishly.
"That's it." Yuan Zhou nodded.
"But I have a new address, either." After a while, the little man suddenly said.
"No need." Wu Hai was silent for a while before replying.
For a moment he wanted to agree, maybe it would be a good idea to say goodbye.
The woman that several people were talking about was the back picture in Wu Hai's painting. This woman was also a frequent customer of Yuanzhou's shop, but now she has moved and no longer comes.
Wu Hai didn't even talk to her. Yuan Zhou at least exchanged a few casual words with her, so it was not acquaintance. It was just that she was beautiful.
"Not saying goodbye?" Yuan Zhou didn't understand.
He could tell that Wu Hai had been paying close attention to that woman. Although he didn't talk to her, his eyes couldn't deceive anyone.
"No, I just feel like I'm missing some drawing material." Wu Hai picked up the water glass, took a sip of water, and then said.
"Weird painter." Yuan Zhou concluded.
"Maybe." Wu Hai stroked his mustache and fell silent.
"Young people are good." The old man sighed with a smile.
People come and go in the store, and some people just move and never come back.
The God of Cooking store will not move where it is, but few people will wait there. Wu Hai understands the reason. But there is a feeling, it is not love, I just want to watch quietly, time is like water, and seeing you well is enough.
So there is no need to say goodbye, no need to see each other again. Perhaps in Miss Nalu's memory, there is just a passerby with a mustache whose name is unknown.
…
When breakfast time was over, Yuan Zhou took out a new menu and placed it with the invitation card.
"I don't know what the use of this thing is." Yuan Zhou took the card and looked left and right.
Inviting people to dinner is really a difficult problem for Yuan Zhou. He has not thought about who to invite.
Then Yuanzhou thought of another important question: "System, does the person invited by this invitation card pay or not?"
The system now reads: "Same as other diners."
"That's good." Yuan Zhou breathed a sigh of relief. It would not be good if he was eating and drinking for free.
The door of Yuanzhou's shop was wide open, and someone walked in outside. It was none other than Wu Hai.
"What are you looking at?" Wu Hai looked normal.
"Nothing." Yuan Zhou put away the invitation card without leaving a trace, but did not put away the menu.
"Hey, is this a menu?" Wu Hai said in disbelief while holding the menu.
"Yes, we'll have it at noon." Yuan Zhou nodded.
"Your menu doesn't look simple. This paper is very good." Wu Hai picked up the thin paper and said.
"Of course." Yuan Zhou nodded matter-of-factly.
"Did you draw it yourself?" Wu Hai looked at the lotus pattern on it carefully and said in surprise.
"No." Yuan Zhou denied it directly, joking that he couldn't draw.
"This painting was not printed by a machine." Wu Hai had a good look in his eyes.
"And the calligraphy is also very good." Although Wu Hai doesn't know calligraphy, calligraphy is art, and he can still tell the quality from bad.
"The products produced by our store must be high-quality products." Yuan Zhou said seriously.
"Uh..." Wu Hai was choked.
"What's the matter with coming so early?" Yuan Zhou changed the subject.
"Guess." Wu Hai suddenly said seriously.
"I won't guess." Yuan Zhou was speechless and refused directly.
"I want to hang a painting here." Wu Hai did not tease him too much, but directly stated his purpose.
"Why." Yuan Zhou looked at Wu Hai with a strange look on his face.
"It's appropriate." Wu Hai did not give a reason.
"Yes, except for the edge of the price list and the ceiling." Yuan Zhou pointed to these two places and said seriously.
"You don't want me to hang it here because you're afraid that others will look at the painting instead of the price list?" Wu Hai said with a suspicious look on his face.
"No, you can't block the price list." Yuan Zhou did not answer.
"Then I'll hang up here?" Wu Hai pointed to the edge of the price list and said.
"No, it will affect the overall taste of the store." Yuan Zhou said firmly.
"Haha, then here it is." Wu Hai was too lazy to argue about the value of this painting.
Point directly opposite the cherry shrimp wall scene to determine the location of the painting.
This painting was naturally the copy of "The Exchange of All Beings" that had been sold. Wu Hai thought about it and was not reconciled. He rushed to redeem the painting last night. Of course, Zheng Jiawei had not received the news at this time.
Wu Hai took out the painting, and the title of the painting in the blank space on it changed to "Coming Between Small Shops". Originally, the name "Coming Around" was proposed by Zheng Jiawei, but Wu Hai always felt that it was not suitable, so he did not write it on the painting.
It wasn't until he returned to Yuanzhou's shop that Wu Hai had an idea and wrote the name directly, which felt more suitable for the painting.
"The painting is very good." Yuan Zhou said sincerely as he watched Wu Hai take out the painting.
"Yes." Wu Hai looked at the painting, the expression on his face was very gentle, as if he were facing his own child.
"Hang it up." Yuan Zhou and Wu Hai worked together to pick up the oil painting and prepare to hang it on the wall.
As soon as this painting was hung up, the store instantly became more spiritual, making it look more pyrotechnic and warm.
"It's really a good match, so I'll hang it here." Wu Hai clapped his hands and said generously.
As for Zheng Jiawei's indiscriminate bombardment after knowing about it, that will happen in the future.
"Yes." Yuan Zhou nodded.
…
During the noon business hours of this day, everyone first noticed the newly hung paintings. Familiar diners found themselves in it, and those who came here for the first time would unconsciously be introduced to the characters in it.
This painting seems to have magic power, making diners feel the goodness of Yuanzhou's shop even more.
"Sure enough, he is a master." Even the old man who came for lunch couldn't help but say.
"I remember your painting has been sold." Ling Hong asked with a puzzled look on his face.
"No, it's a rumor." Wu Hai said firmly.
"Sold for millions and you're talking about rumors? Your agent is going to cry." Ling Hong looked gloating.
"No, he agrees." Wu Hai said matter-of-factly.
When Wu Hai and Ling Hong were arguing, the old man was the first to discover Yuan Zhou's new menu and exclaimed.
"Ouch, what is this? It's actually a menu?"
ps: Caimao is too good. I haven’t finished writing yet, but I will continue to work hard. It’s just a bit late, so please don’t dislike it. (.)