Chapter 1696 How Old Is Your Son?

After holding Yin Ya in his arms for a long time, Yuan Zhou let go of her shoulders and whispered: "I'm fine tonight, I'll take you back."

"Okay." Yin Ya nodded in agreement.

Then the two of them came out of Yuan Zhou's room holding hands. When they went downstairs, Yuan Zhou carefully held Yin Ya's hand and walked downstairs slowly.

After all, this was Yin Ya's first time walking up the stairs, so she was not used to it.

On the way back, Yuan Zhou became gentler than usual, and listened carefully to Yin Ya's talk about her company, and would give her own opinions from time to time.

I will no longer be immersed in the study of cooking skills as before.

Soon the car drove into the parking lot of Yinya Community. After the two got out of the car, they walked upstairs together. The atmosphere was always very harmonious.

"Actually, you don't have to accommodate me like this, Mu Mu." When standing at the door, Yin Ya suddenly lowered her head and said.

"No, I'm not accommodating you, I'm just learning to be a better man." Yuan Zhou touched Yin Ya's head and continued: "After all, you are so good."

"Well, don't be too tired, wood, and get some rest early." Yin Ya smiled. This time, without waiting for Yuan Zhou's explicit hint, she kissed Yuan Zhou's lips twice before stepping back and entering. .

"Good night." Yuan Zhou nodded and watched Yin Ya close the door before turning and leaving.

In fact, a good couple relationship does not necessarily have to have the same views. A good couple relationship will make each other better. Just like Yuan Zhou has learned a lot, Yin Ya has become more motivated.

On the road, while walking under the moonlight, Yuan Zhou looked at the bright moon in the sky and said to himself: "Mom and Dad, it seems that you will have a grandson soon, um, maybe a granddaughter."

With such a mood, Yuanzhou slept peacefully all night, and felt even more energetic when he got up early.

"It seems that no matter what you do, you should combine work and rest, and you can't ignore the people around you." Yuan Zhou thought to himself while holding the latest envelope he received.

Yes, the love between Ling Hong and Ruan Xiaoqing also taught him how to do better.

Go for a morning run, and then start preparing breakfast ingredients again. Then it’s breakfast time and Yuanzhou’s store officially starts the day’s business.

As usual, the diners who came consciously queued up to wait for their meal, and Su Ruoyan also did it in an orderly and skillful manner. It was obvious that she was used to small shops.

The one-hour breakfast time ended quickly, and Su Ruoyan cleaned up the store before leaving as usual.

As soon as Su Ruoyan left, the store became quiet again. Yuan Zhou took off his mask, exhaled, paused and started washing his hands.

After wiping her hands, she took out her mobile phone from the drawer and started sending a message to Yin Ya. The main thing was to say that breakfast time was over and to remind Yin Ya to remember to eat breakfast every day.

After sending the message, Yuan Zhou waited for a while. When he saw that Yin Ya didn't reply, he knew that she was busy, so he put down his phone and started to prepare the things to be carved during this time.

But at this moment, someone suddenly walked in.

"Eh? Why isn't Alang here?" A gentle and old voice sounded, making Yuan Zhou look up.

The person who came in was wearing Zhou Zheng's short-sleeved gray shirt and black trousers, a pair of soft black moccasins on his feet, and his half-length gray hair was neatly styled with a black headband. She was an old lady with a gentle look. .

And Yuan Zhou still had some impression of her, so Yuan Zhou stopped what he was doing and said, "Have you made an appointment with A Lang to have dinner here?"

"Yes, Boss Yuan." The old lady turned around, looked at Yuan Zhou and revealed Yuan Zhou's identity: "I just don't know why he hasn't come yet."

"Then you came alone?" Yuan Zhou asked calmly.

"No, it's not that far away, and it's not my first time here. Alang initially said he would pick me up, so I thought I'd have dinner not far away and walked over by myself." The old lady complained with a smile. .

"Since Alang hasn't come yet, just sit here for a while and wait for him to come." Yuan Zhou said as he took out his mobile phone again without leaving a trace, and started sending messages quickly with his fingers.

No way, Yuan Zhou still knew about this old lady’s situation, because since the first time that middle-aged man in a middle school uniform brought the old lady to dinner,

Came a few more times.

After a few times, everyone learned that the old lady had Alzheimer's disease, her memory was a little confused, and she sometimes couldn't recognize people clearly.

Therefore, Alang, a middle-aged man wearing a middle school uniform, specifically asked Yuan Zhou to leave his number out of fear that his mother would accidentally get lost.

No, it comes in handy now. Yuanzhou is sending a message to Alang, telling him that his mother is in the store.

"That's no problem, I just don't disturb your business." The old lady said and went to wait at the door.

"No, there will be no business in my store at this time. Please sit down." Yuan Zhou extended his hand to signal.

"What's wrong? Boss Yuan, is the business in your store not good?" the old lady asked with a worried look.

"No, there is nothing in the store at this time, so you can just sit down." Yuan Zhou just said without saying much.

"That's good. It's hard to do business now." The old lady said with emotion.

"Yes." Yuan Zhou nodded seriously.

"So it's a lot of pressure to raise children now. Fortunately, my Alang has graduated from college and has found a job. He is still very good." The old lady said with pride on her face.

"Yes, Alang is very powerful." Yuan Zhou shouted.

"But I think you have to work harder now, Boss Yuan. After all, your child probably hasn't graduated yet and started working." The old lady looked at Yuan Zhou sympathetically.

"Child?" Yuan Zhou felt that he might have been too tired during breakfast and had hallucinations.

"Yes, Boss Yuan, you look much younger than me. Your child must not have graduated from college yet." The old lady nodded matter-of-factly.

"..." Yuan Zhou felt that his brain seemed to have shut down and went blank.

"Boss Yuan and I are telling you that it's difficult for a child to choose a school or a major in college, but first of all, the child's own wishes must be respected. You can't open your own shop and let your child learn to be a chef, right." The old lady He said earnestly with the tone of someone who has been through it before.

"Ah, um." Yuan Zhou resisted the urge to hold his forehead and nodded stiffly.

In fact, in addition to holding his forehead, Yuanzhou wanted to look in the mirror because he felt that he might have forgotten to shave this morning, or there was something extra on his face, which made people think that he had a child and was still in college. Kind of age.

"Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, step, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap out out out out loud out loud. The person rushing through the door interrupted the old lady's continuous narration about children taking college entrance exams.

"Mom, you are here." The person who came was none other than Alang. His middle school uniform was worn on top of his suit jacket. He looked a bit nondescript and there was sweat on his forehead.

After all, it was quite hot in Chengdu in September, and Alang came running over as soon as he saw it.

The old lady stopped talking, looked at Alang carefully and then said: "Alang, why are you wearing this dress? Why are you wearing it blindly when you go to work?"

Hearing this, Alang skillfully took off his middle school uniform to reveal the suit underneath and said, "No, I just took it and put it on. You see, my suit is pretty good."

During this period, Alang's expression remained unchanged, very natural, and he kept nodding his thanks to Yuan Zhou.

Yuan Zhou nodded blankly to indicate that he had received it.

Of course, Yuan Zhou himself thought that his face was dull, but in fact he still looked serious, no different from usual, except that Alang looked at Yuan Zhou with a grateful face.

"It's not bad. It's my son's spirit." The old lady immediately praised her face. At the same time, she didn't forget to look back at Yuan Zhou and said: "You said so, Boss Yuan, so you have to let your child choose what he likes." Looking at my son like this makes him energetic."

"..." Yuan Zhou looked at the mother and son with a serious look and said nothing. After a while, he stiffly moved his neck and nodded.

The old lady looked happy, watching her son nodding his head and mumbling something.

"I'm sorry, Boss Yuan, for disturbing you. We're leaving now. Thank you, Boss Yuan." On the other hand, Alang was very embarrassed and kept apologizing and thanking you.

After saying that, Alang took his mother's hand and said softly: "You see, it's not lunch time yet. Let's go back first, and I will bring you over for lunch. How about it?"

"Okay." The old lady, who behaved well as soon as her hand was held, nodded, and followed Alang's footsteps towards the door of the store.

When he walked to the door, Alang turned around and bowed to Yuan Zhou before leading his mother away.

"Child, I look like someone with a child??" Yuan Zhou couldn't help but touched his chin, still a little in disbelief.

This was the first time that Yuan Zhou had doubts about his appearance.

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