Chapter 1063 The Last Train

As dinner time came to an end, after Ling Hong and others had left, Uncle Jia walked in along with the last few people.

"I'm late today, old man. Has my cheap grandson left already?" Uncle Jia asked with a smile as soon as he entered the door, holding a cloth bag in his hand.

Yes, at the request of Mr. Ling, Ling Hong is now willing to call Uncle Jia his grandfather, and he is usually very respectful.

"Uncle Jia, Brother Ling has been gone for a while," Zhou Jia said.

"Yes, this Xing must be playing secretly again." Uncle Jia said with a wandering head.

Zhou Jia smiled and didn't answer, but Technician Cheng on the side spoke.

"Uncle, why are you so late today?" Technician Cheng said.

"I went to get something at someone's request. This is good stuff." Uncle Jia shook the bag in his hand and said mysteriously.

"What is it?" Technician Cheng and Zhou Jia asked in unison.

"Yuan Xingban, I brought you one too." Uncle Jia smiled and said to Yuan Zhou instead of answering.

"Bring it to me?" Yuan Zhou looked at Uncle Jia curiously.

"No, we don't have this thing here, but the food there is delicious. I've eaten it before, old man." Uncle Jia said as he sat down.

"It must be a good thing." Yuan Zhou said in a gentle tone.

"It's not a good thing. It's just not common here. Do you recognize it?" Uncle Jia opened the bag and showed it to Yuan Zhou.

The cloth bag was gray and wrapped in a plastic bag. It must be waterproof, because inside was a small bag of cut vegetables that looked like pickles.

"Do you recognize him?" Uncle Jia looked at Yuan Zhou and asked.

"Xuecai." Yuanzhou said.

"Sure enough, there is no one whom Yuan Xingban doesn't recognize. Jiajia will give me a bowl of rice with pickled vegetables. Today I will eat it with pickled vegetables." Uncle Jia didn't care that Yuan Zhou said the name of the dish and started ordering directly.

"Okay, Uncle Jia, wait a moment." Zhou Jia nodded.

"This is for you. It's just a rest." Uncle Jia took out another small bag of pickled vegetables from the cloth bag and handed it to Yuan Zhou.

"Thank you." Yuan Zhou washed the fumes from his hands before taking it with both hands.

"You're welcome, try it. This thing tastes best with porridge or rice in the morning." Uncle Jia said.

"Well, next time you can come and have some porridge together." Yuan Zhou said accordingly.

"That's a good relationship." Uncle Jia didn't refuse and accepted directly.

"I'll put it upstairs." Yuan Zhou said to Uncle Jia.

Uncle Jia nodded, and then Yuan Zhou said to the remaining diners: "Everyone, I will go upstairs to put down the gifts. Please wait a moment."

"Go ahead, I haven't ordered yet anyway." The diners waved their hands to show they didn't mind.

Then Yuanzhou quickly went upstairs with the pickled vegetables and put them in his room.

After Yuan Zhou came downstairs, he immediately returned to the kitchen and started cooking seriously again, and the speed increased again. Of course, his skills did not decline.

"There's really nothing to say about how good these pickled vegetables are for rice. It's just that there's less rice." Uncle Jia said while eating.

"Uncle Jia, what you said is wrong." A man next to him, wearing a fisherman's hat and looking a bit wretched, spoke with a righteous expression.

"What's wrong?" Uncle Jia looked confused.

"There's not much food in Boss Yuan's shop. There's obviously not much food." The man pulled his empty plate and said loudly.

"Haha, right, right, not much." Uncle Jia laughed immediately.

"It's just too little. How was Uncle Jia's recent live broadcast?" The man nodded and asked.

"It's good. Those audiences quite like me, old man." Uncle Jia said with a proud face.

"I would say you can also talk during the live broadcast. If you always sit back and say nothing, you are afraid of losing attention." The drunkard in the bucket hat suggested.

"Yes, Uncle Jia, your story is really good. If you tell it during the live broadcast, it will definitely attract another wave of attention." A little girl on the side immediately shouted.

"That's not necessary, everyone just likes to watch it quietly.

It would be bad if I spoke. "Uncle Jia said with a knowing look.

"That's right." After listening to Uncle Jia's words, several people thought thoughtfully and stopped trying to dissuade them.

By the time Uncle Jia finished his dinner, the store's business hours were almost over, and Yuan Zhou had made up for the two minutes he had missed going upstairs.

So dinner time ends at two minutes past eight today.

Not long after dinner time ended, it was time to go to the tavern. The weather had been fine recently, and Yuan Zhou hadn't set up a stall for a long time.

However, Chen Wei, who loves wine, hopes that Yuan Zhou can be together sometime. Then they can drink and have sex, which is one of the great pleasures of life.

Of course, Yuan Zhou knew this, but now he really didn't have the energy, so he could only ignore Chen Wei's suggestion.

The tavern was a lot more lively because of the break-in, but everyone was in a tacit understanding and did not disturb Shen Min who was doing homework at the counter.

Yes, Shen Min is still the same as before. When he arrives at the shop, he cleans up first, then serves the drinks in the early stage, and then writes his homework directly on the counter after finishing.

Although Shen Min is not very smart, he works hard and learns different knowledge every day. Sometimes it is the content of professional courses, sometimes it is some listening and speaking. Even on the bus to the store every day, he will recite the text in a low voice. Or practice your English pronunciation.

And this pronunciation was taught by Yin Ya. Yes, Shen Min sometimes asked Jiang Changxi or Yin Ya and Sister Wan for advice.

Among them, Yin Ya speaks the most standard and fluent English, so this practice method was also taught by her.

Time passed by, the tavern was bustling with activity, and Yuan Zhou in the small shop was thinking about the mission.

On the other side of Chengdu, someone also talked about Yuanzhou's store, or to be precise, they talked about the people in the store.

"Lao Zhang, you are the last bus today." A middle-aged man with a serious face and a very thin body walked to the dispatching room of the bus terminal.

"Why Lao Yan? That thing again?" The figure of the man called Lao Zhang is exactly the opposite of Lao Yan. He is white and fat, like a fat man, and his face looks shiny.

"Well, you should arrive at Taoxi Road Station at twelve o'clock." Lao Yan nodded and said directly without being polite to him.

"I know, that little girl is always late every day." Lao Zhang waved his hand to show his understanding.

"I am a work-study student. If my son were so obedient, I would pick him up every day." Lao Yan said seriously.

"Who says it's not the case? When my Xing didn't swear, he couldn't even find a decent job when he was over 20 years old." Lao Zhang sighed.

"Do you think it would be possible if I asked him to go to Boss Yuan to learn the craft?" Lao Zhang suddenly thought.

Lao Yan looked at Lao Zhang with contempt and said nothing.

"It's okay to be a temporary worker even if you don't have to learn how to do it. At least you can have a living." Lao Zhang obviously realized his whims and said naa.

"Okay, it's getting late, hurry up and drive." Lao Yan urged without replying.

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