Chapter 1074 A Worthy Death

"I'm very happy." Yuan Zhou nodded, and then continued to eat porridge with pickled vegetables.

"One more bowl." Wu Hai put down the bowl and said.

"One bowl for each person, is that too much?" Yuan Zhou glanced at Wu Hai's clean celadon bowl and said calmly.

"You can't feed a cat a bowl. We are friends after all. How can we not let our friends eat when we treat them to dinner?" Wu Hai frowned and said dissatisfied.

"They're not friends, they're diners and shopkeepers." Yuan Zhou corrected him.

"I misjudged you Compass. You are not only Compass but also a stingy Compass." Wu Hai said angrily, stroking his mustache.

"Thank you for the compliment." Yuan Zhou nodded in thanks and quickly drank the porridge in his bowl without any rush.

Just kidding, if I don’t finish my drink early, this shameless guy might just grab it.

Coincidentally, Wu Hai really looked at Yuan Zhou's bowl longingly, until Yuan Zhou put it down and saw that the bowl was also empty, and then he regretfully looked away.

"Let's go after eating. Goodbye." Yuan Zhou felt happy in his heart and started to drive people away with a calm expression on his face.

"I have never seen such a stingy person like you!" Wu Hai looked around and saw that there was nothing to eat, so he could only stand up and prepare to leave.

"Go slowly, I won't send you off." Yuan Zhou looked calm.

When Wu Hai walked to the door, he didn't turn around and just said, "Thank you."

Yuan Zhou's reaction was to wave his hand without saying a word.

Yes, Wu Hai knew why Yuan Zhou didn't let him eat more. He didn't eat much yesterday and didn't rest at night. If he ate too much all at once, he might have to go to the hospital.

But now he had to eat less to nourish his stomach and eat more at noon. Thinking of the delicious food at noon, Wu Hai decided to leave altogether.

After Wuhai climbed up the stairs, Yuanzhou turned back to the courtyard and started clearing the table.

But after Yuan Zhou finished cleaning up, there wasn't much time left in the morning, so he didn't go out to carve anymore. He just sat on the edge of the bed and closed his eyes to rest for a while.

Yuan Zhou was holding a book in his hand, his eyes were slightly closed, his legs were relaxed, and he was sitting on the edge of the bed with his back against the wall, looking at ease.

After all, I didn't sleep all night,

Yuan Zhou was still a little tired.

Wu Hai on the other side continued to be immersed in paintings after going upstairs, but his energy seemed much better.

This made Zheng Jiawei, who had been watching all night, feel relieved.

"Fortunately, Xiaohai's health is much better now, otherwise I would have been afraid that Xiaohai wouldn't be able to survive it." Zheng Jiawei looked gratefully at Yuanzhou's shop outside the window downstairs.

Time passed by, and soon it was lunch time. This time the first five in line were Wu Hai, Ling Hong, Jiang Changxi, Yin Ya and Zhuang Han.

The man who likes to listen to Uncle Jia's stories but is very scared is here too.

Among them, Ling Hong had a black filial piety cloth on his arm, pinned to his white short-sleeved shirt, and his face did not have the usual sunny smile, but was expressionless.

With such a few people, the diners who already knew each other stopped chatting, and instead discussed in a low voice.

This may be the quietest queue since Yuanzhou opened. Even today there were very few people jumping in line, so a group of people lined up there, very quiet.

I waited quietly five minutes before the store opened, then lined up quietly to get my number.

"Invite the first twelve diners to come in for dinner." Zhou Jia's voice was not as crisp as usual, but rather choked.

As soon as I entered the store and took my seat, it seemed that the store became even quieter. No one spoke for a while.

Even Wu Hai, who was most anxious to eat on weekdays, calmed down.

Yin Ya looked at Yuan Zhou worriedly, then sat on the chair without saying anything.

"What do you want to have for lunch?" Finally, Yuan Zhou stood in the middle of the long curved table and asked.

"Yes, we've ordered." The strong man responded and nodded.

"Zhou Jia goes to order food." Yuan Zhou called to Zhou Jia who was in a daze.

"Hey, okay, what can I have something to eat?" Zhou Jia tried to calm down and asked calmly.

"Bring me a Dongpo pork elbow and rice today." The strong man flipped through the menu and remembered Uncle Jia's words without hesitation.

"Okay, would you like to transfer money or pay in cash?" Zhou Jia nodded and then asked.

"Transfer the money." The strong man transferred the money quickly, and then sat silently again.

"Order for me too." Ling Hong spoke at this time.

"Yes, I'll order food too," Wu Hai said.

"Jiajia, when you're done, come over and order some food for us." Yin Ya said in a gentle tone.

"Okay, please wait a moment." Zhou Jia nodded quickly.

"I'll also help you order food and what to eat." Technician Cheng stood up and started to help.

After someone ordered, the atmosphere in the store became a little more lively, and everyone began to look at the menu seriously and order.

After a while, everyone ordered their own meals. At this time, everyone relaxed again, and now only Yuan Zhou was busy.

Yuan Zhou's hand holding the kitchen knife was very steady, his movements were smooth as usual, and he was cooking extremely fast.

"After eating for a while, follow me to the studio to get something." Wu Hai turned to Ling Hong beside him and said.

"Why are you sitting next to me?" Ling Hong turned his head when he heard the voice and looked at Wu Hai in confusion.

Yes, Wu Hai and Ling Hong have a good relationship, but they don't usually sit together to eat. After all, Wu Hai is no joke. He doesn't steal other people's things, but he has no burden when he robs Ling Hong's.

"Listen carefully to what people say." Wu Hai said seriously with a straight face.

"Okay." Ling Hong responded without asking what it was.

"But don't take away my food today." Ling Hong emphasized.

"The rich man is as stingy as ever." Wu Hai stroked his mustache and looked at Ling Hong impatiently.

"Both each other." Ling Hong looked up and down at Wu Haidao.

The two bickered for a while and then stopped. At this time, the strong man sitting on the other side of Ling Hong suddenly spoke.

"Mr. Ling Hong, please forgive me." The strong man consoled him.

"Thank you." Ling Hong nodded and said nothing more.

"Actually, Uncle Jia died a worthy death. Uncle Jia was a soldier. He was no longer on the battlefield but he was still a hero when he acted bravely." The strong man said seriously.

After the strong man finished speaking, the other diners nearby couldn't help but nod, talking about Uncle Jia's courage and saying that he was a hero.

"Fuck you, you deserve to die. Who the hell wants to die? What's wrong with being brave enough to do justice? Do you deserve to die for being brave enough to do justice? Living is the best." Ling Hong suddenly stood up and said loudly.

"Living is the best thing. Who doesn't want to live." Ling Hong's voice became smaller and smaller as he spoke.

Why didn't Ling Hong understand that Uncle Jia was brave, but as Ling Hong said, it's best to live instead of letting them miss him here.

Therefore, as soon as Ling Hong finished speaking, the store suddenly became quiet, and even Yuan Zhou's knife paused for a moment before continuing to swing it.

"Duh duh duh" No one said anything in the store, and all that could be heard was the sound of Yuan Zhou's kitchen knife touching the cutting board.

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