After feeding him the noodle soup, Yuanzhou cleaned up the kitchen and went directly upstairs to wash up and rest, completely unaware of the comments of many people on Weibo.
Of course, Yuan Zhou’s own Weibo has also been liked many times.
Yuanzhou, who ignored everything, fell asleep peacefully and slept soundly.
Getting up early the next morning, Yuan Zhou finished his exercise and immediately served the Osmanthus-filled Lantern Festival. This had not been served during breakfast time, so it was quite novel.
"Boss Yuan, you are popular." This was the first thing Wu Hai said when he walked in.
Yuanzhou glanced at Wu Hai strangely and said nothing.
It was Shen Min who spoke up, "Mr. Wu, there are new sweet-scented osmanthus-filled dumplings today. Would you like some?"
Shen Min is different from Zhou Jia in that she is very polite and treats every diner like this.
Well, he also has such respect for Yuan Zhou.
Wu Hai, who was just about to gossip, was instantly attracted to the new dish.
"My decision is still correct." Wu Hai stroked his mustache very proudly.
"Hurry up and have a bowl." Now Wu Hai forgot all the gossip and started ordering directly.
"Okay, wait a moment, I'll be here soon." Shen Min nodded in agreement.
Yuanzhou, who had heard it a long time ago, began to pour the prepared Yuanxiao into the pot.
"Isn't this just glutinous rice balls?" Wu Hai asked, looking at the pearl-like Yuanxiao.
"It's different." Yuan Zhou said decisively.
"Boss Yuan, your store is going to be popular." Mengmeng, who had not been seen for a long time, jumped into the store wearing cute Mickey Mouse hot pants and a light yellow printed sweatshirt.
"Oh." Yuan Zhou said in a dignified manner and continued to scoop up the Yuanxiao from the pot accurately.
"Don't you want to know why?" Mengmeng smiled with a look on her face that she was about to ask me.
"It doesn't matter, someone will tell you." Yuan Zhou put down Wu Hai's sweet-scented osmanthus-filled Lantern Festival and said calmly.
"I won't unless you beg me." Wu Hai carefully pulled the bowl and then said.
"Why don't you, Boss Yuan, treat me to something to eat, and then I'll tell you." Mengmeng said with a naughty smile.
"No, it must be because of Ma Jia." Yuan Zhou suddenly said with certainty.
"Hey, Boss Yuan actually knew and saw Weibo?" Mengmeng asked doubtfully.
"No, Ma Jia has been here." Yuanzhou knew that Ma Jia was a capable actor even if he was not famous.
The influence is still there, and as long as it is mentioned, it will definitely be good for your own store.
As for Ma Jia, who wrote the Weibo himself, he didn't even think of it.
"It turns out that the unknown shop is so famous, Yuanzhou Shop." Ma Jia sighed after seeing the slaughtered version of Weibo when she woke up early in the morning.
"Sister Jia, what's wrong?" Xiao Wu looked at Ma Jia with a strange expression and asked with concern.
"It's okay, let's go." Ma Jia closed the computer, turned around and said.
"Yeah." Xiao Wu didn't ask any more questions, nodded and opened the door.
Breakfast hours passed quickly, and there weren't a lot of new diners, that's for sure.
After all, although Yuanzhou's store is located in Chengdu, it still takes a certain amount of time to organize.
However, what Yuan Zhou is most interested in now is the newly obtained invitation card. Of course, the trial production of new dishes has not been relaxed.
Every day during break time I would practice a new dish, and then it would be carving time.
This was already a routine, and now Yuanzhou, who had finished practicing new dishes, wrote an invitation card again.
After a while, the image of a woman appeared on the invitation card.
The portrait on the card looks pretty and pretty, with long hair tied in a ponytail, smart eyes, and red lips. She looks like a class beauty.
Yes, this is Yuan Zhou's classmate in high school, and he is really the beauty of the class.
"Li Jing, long time no see." Yuan Zhou looked at the small portrait on the card, his tone was calm and cautious, with a bit of expectation.
"This is the second card. There is only one left. I have to plan it carefully." Yuan Zhou looked at the only blank card left and said with certainty.
You must use this heaven-defying ability to gain some benefits for yourself.
It's calm here in Yuanzhou, but it's stormy over Wuhai.
"Wu Hai, open the door for me! Do you think you can just hide in the house? You have to go out within ten minutes, otherwise you will be responsible for the consequences." Wu Lin was banging the door in Wu Hai's studio, which was very inconsistent with her beauty. appearance.
"Forget it, Xiaohai might be painting." Zheng Jiawei said helplessly while pulling Wu Lin, who was about to take pictures.
"Only if you believe him, I told him that if he doesn't open the door for ten minutes, I will prevent him from eating from the restaurant outside!" Wu Lin said this firmly and loudly, ensuring that Wu Hai could hear it clearly.
"After all, Xiaohai is your brother." Zheng Jiawei was now both angry and funny, quite dumbfounded.
"You are still my boyfriend!" Wu Lin said without thinking.
"Yes, then you listen to me and I will do the talking." Zheng Jiawei nodded simply and then said.
"You said yes, you can't stop me when I tear down this door." Wu Lin gave in, but she felt that her authority still needed to be established.
"Okay, I'll call the repairman, you can dismantle it." Zheng Jiawei nodded, then went to the side to make a phone call.
Wu Lin said to the room full of murderous intent, "If you don't have a good reason later, then you can only be like this door."
After saying that, his long legs flicked with a "bang" sound, and the door fell down in response. This movement was crisp and neat, without any sloppiness.
As if he had practiced it many times, countless door panels fell under Wu Lin's strong and powerful legs.
Zheng Jiawei, who had a tacit understanding, came over and asked with concern, "How are your legs?"
"You should ask about this door." The black boots on Wu Lin's feet were still shiny and looked undamaged.
"It's fine. The men who repaired the door came four hours later." Zheng Jiawei said with relief after seeing that there were no red marks on Wu Lin's legs.
"Xiao Hai, why didn't you tell me if you wanted to redeem the painting?" Zheng Jiawei's tone was a little sad.
"I changed my name, now it's 'Small Shop'." Wu Hai looked at the fallen solid wood door panel with lingering fear, his tone was unprecedentedly patient.
Comparable to when facing Yuan Zhou.
"Xiao Hai, I didn't stop you from what you were going to do. Why didn't you tell me?" Zheng Jiawei didn't blame Wu Hai for redeeming the painting.
Even if he sincerely apologized for this for an hour.
What he cared about was that Wu Hai did this silently and felt that he was not trusted.
"It's just that I have a lot of time, and you're busy with the art exhibition." Wu Hai stroked his mustache uncomfortably, looking a little embarrassed.
"Brother, shall we go home for dinner tonight?" Wu Lin suddenly said with a smile on his face.
Even Zheng Jiawei could see the threat in this smile.
"I'm telling the truth." Wu Hai was very handsome.
After all, those who understand current affairs are heroes, so Wu Hai said simply, "I know you will agree, but I just don't want you to worry. I hung the painting in the shop over there."
Zheng Jiawei nodded, and with their tacit understanding, he naturally understood what Wu Hai meant.
If Zheng Jiawei knew about it at first, he would definitely be worried. Even if Wu Hai gave the reason, he would still be worried.
As a relative, as a friend, and as an agent, everyone would be worried, but now that Wu Hai has redeemed his paintings and is fine, he won't be worried.
This is Wu Hai's logic, do it first and then talk...
ps: Before the end of the month, Maomao will work overtime to finish all the work, and then it will explode in ten days at the end of the month. As everyone knows, Caimao has not broken his promise. After all, breaking a promise will lead to gaining weight. Please believe in Caimao. (.)8