Chapter 1073 Porridge with Pickled Vegetables

Yuan Zhou took a few steps forward again, carefully avoiding the drawings on the ground at every step. He stopped two meters away from Wuhai and said, "I also had breakfast, cooked porridge, and Uncle Jia sent it to me." Pickled vegetables, breakfast will be served in about ten minutes.”

After saying this, Wu Hai looked up, but he looked a little scary now, with red eyes and a depressed look, as if he had been staying up for a week in a row.

"Okay, see you in ten minutes." Wu Hai's voice was a little hoarse, and he tried his throat before finding his voice.

"Yes." Yuan Zhou nodded, then turned and left.

"Thank you, Boss Yuan. Thank you, Boss Yuan. It's really troublesome." Zheng Jiawei followed Yuan Zhou and kept thanking him.

"Boss Yuan, please pay attention to your health and don't get exhausted." Zheng Jiawei warned Yuan Zhou who walked to the door.

"Okay." Yuan Zhou responded and then turned around and went downstairs.

"It will all pass. Boss Yuan, take care of yourself. There are still many people waiting for your store to open." Zheng Jiawei said seriously behind Yuan Zhou.

"Okay." Yuan Zhou didn't look back, but responded louder.

"Hey, what's this? That damn thief." Zheng Jiawei cursed in a low voice, speaking quickly and in a very soft voice.

Speaking of swearing, Zheng Jiawei has never been afraid of anyone.

In just a moment, the thief was scolded from beginning to end.

Zheng Jiawei turned around and saw Wu Hai still standing in front of the easel, and he cursed even faster.

"There are still seven minutes left." Zheng Jiawei reminded carefully.

Wu Hai stood there blankly, without any reaction.

Zheng Jiawei sighed inwardly, with worry on his face. He looked at the untouched food on the table and said nothing.

It wasn't until he reminded Wu Hai again that ten minutes was up that Wu Hai moved, but he almost fell over.

"Be careful Xiao Hai. You haven't moved all night. Your legs must be numb. Wait for me to help you." Zheng Jiawei immediately jumped to Wu Hai and supported Wu Hai.

"Yeah." Wu Hai's voice was still hoarse.

The two tried to take a few steps in the room,

Then he walked to the door and went downstairs.

"Then you have breakfast, and I'll make some for you." Wu Hai said and walked straight to Yuanzhou's shop.

"Okay, Xiaohai, please eat more. This is Boss Yuan's treat, and it's free of charge." Zheng Jiawei repeatedly ordered in a brisk voice.

But Wu Hai didn't reply and walked towards Yuanzhou's shop step by step.

"It's good to be able to eat, it's good to be able to eat." Zheng Jiawei turned around and went back to the studio, went directly to the window and watched Wu Hai enter the door of Yuanzhou's shop, and then happily walked around twice on his feet.

Of course, Zheng Jiawei, who was spinning in circles, did not step on Wu Hai's drawings on the ground.

On the other hand, when Wu Hai entered Yuan Zhou's shop, he saw Yuan Zhou holding a tray and preparing to enter the cherry shrimp wall-view door.

"Eat inside." Yuan Zhou said and walked into the small courtyard.

"Okay." Wu Hai nodded and followed through the door.

As soon as he entered the courtyard, he saw a small table in the small garden, where Yuan Zhou sometimes poured himself a drink.

Now there are two plates of pickled vegetables on top, which can be seen from a distance.

When they arrived at the place, Yuanzhou put down the tray. Inside were two small blue and white bowls, filled with thin porridge. The rice grains inside could be seen soft and rotten, and there were two pairs of chopsticks.

"Just a bowl of porridge, nothing else." Yuan Zhou said with a serious face.

"Feed the cat, it's just a small amount." Wu Hai looked at the small bowl used for family meals and said dissatisfied.

"Rules." Yuan Zhou picked up the bowl and said calmly.

"Compasses." Wu Hai muttered, then also picked up the bowl.

The thickness of the porridge in the bowl is just right, so you can drink it or eat it directly. The aroma of the rice grains rushes into your throat after one sip, and the warm texture makes your tongue feel very comfortable.

The grains of rice in your mouth melt away after just a sip, turning into a richer rice flavor. Swallowing it in one gulp warms the rice directly from your throat to your stomach.

In an instant, Wu Hai sighed: "It smells so good."

"Porridge tastes better with pickled vegetables." Yuan Zhou put down the bowl, picked up a chopstick of pickled vegetables and put it into his mouth.

"Yeah." Wu Hai nodded and took a chopstick and put it into his mouth.

Yuanzhou has fried the pickled vegetables. It tastes full of fragrance and a little salty, making people want to eat more food unconsciously.

Wu Hai did the same and took another sip of porridge.

The rice aroma of the porridge goes well with the salty aroma of the pickled vegetables. It also neutralizes another aroma when chewed, which goes very well with the meal.

"This pickled vegetable is delicious." Wu Hai said.

"Yeah, it's delicious." Yuan Zhou nodded.

Wu Hai drank the porridge very slowly today, one mouthful of pickled vegetables and one mouthful of porridge. The more he drank, the warmer his stomach became. Even the fatigue from staying up late dissipated a lot.

This is obvious from Wu Hai's increasing number of words.

"There is no charge for today's meal. I didn't bring any money and of course I didn't bring my mobile phone." Wu Hai said ruthlessly while stroking his mustache and taking a comfortable sip of porridge.

"I won't accept it." Yuan Zhou was speechless.

Wu Hai nodded and said matter-of-factly: "I'm here to eat with you. If you don't accept it, that's what you should do."

"I've always been curious about how you survive until now." Yuan Zhou asked seriously.

"Damn it," Wu Hai said without thinking.

"Haha." Yuan Zhou chuckled without saying anything.

"Hey, there's nothing you can do about being handsome." Wu Hai touched his mustache and sighed.

Yuanzhou remained silent, pretending that this person was not there.

Wu Hai talked for a while, then pointed to the open back door in the yard and asked, "Is that Noodle Soup's wife?"

Because Yuan Zhou stayed up late last night with noodle soup and rice, he also made an extra meal for the two of them today, and they are eating at the entrance of the hospital.

Wu Hai pointed at the khaki rice and asked.

"Well, her name is Rice." Yuan Zhou nodded.

"What's the name?" Wu Hai said he didn't hear it clearly.

"Rice goes well with noodle soup." Yuan Zhou said calmly.

"You chose the name." Wu Hai said firmly.

"Of course." Yuan Zhou nodded proudly.

"I also named the noodle soup and rice children by the way." Yuan Zhou continued.

"I have a bad feeling." Wu Hai said with a deep look on his face, stroking his mustache.

"Maybe it's because if you stay up late and are found out, your sister will beat you to death." Yuan Zhou answered naturally.

"..." Wu Hai was speechless for a moment.

"Speaking of the name, I'm going to call the boy who has noodle soup and rice rice soup." Seeing that Wu Hai stopped talking, Yuan Zhou turned back and said.

"Haha, the whole family has nothing to do with eating." Wu Hai said.

"Of course, life is all about eating and drinking," Yuan Zhou said subconsciously.

"Yes, only eating and drinking." Wu Hai responded.

After saying this, the two were silent for a while before Wu Hai spoke: "Speaking of which, do you agree with the name of noodle soup?"

"I'm happy with the noodle soup, and I'm happy with the rice." Yuan Zhou nodded and said seriously.

"Right, rice." After speaking, Yuanzhou turned to rice and shouted loudly.

Rice, who was eating with his head down, looked up at Yuan Zhou and whined twice.

"Looks very happy." Yuan Zhou affirmed.

"As long as you're happy." Wu Hai said with a deep expression as he looked at the noodle soup that was obviously about to fall to the ground.

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