Chapter 676 Your Cooking Tastes Better than Mine

Wu Hai took advantage of Ling Hong's daze and rushed in front of Yuan Zhou with lightning speed.

"Come on another glutinous rice dumpling from Compass, the last one, or else I'll make you look cute and roll over?"

Acting cute?

Rolling?

Is this for the sake of eating, even the noodle soup is being snatched away?

"..."

Yuan Zhou couldn't help but twitch at the corners of his eyes, leaving Wu Hai with a back view. He patted his chest without leaving any trace, which really scared the baby to death.

"Mr. Jiang, you're treating me to dinner, but I'm not full yet. As the president, what do you think?" Yu Chu said to Jiang Changxi without wanting to pay attention to Wu Hai.

"I can't help. Boss Yuan won't give me face like this beauty." Jiang Changxi flipped her hair and said helplessly.

"Young man I'm talking about, you're still too young." Chen Wei said in a clichéd manner.

"Only a newcomer like you would be deceived by that shameless person." Ling Hong summed it up directly: "Wu Hai is completely shameless when it comes to food."

"Boss Yuan will not change his mind, even if Sister Jiang says it, it will be useless." Wei Wei kindly reminded.

"But I just ate one." Yu Chu told the truth seriously.

"Well, I'll bring you a nice meal next time." Jiang Changxi nodded and replied.

"You have nothing to explain for such a bad behavior?" Ling Hong looked at Wu Hai accusingly and asked.

"Of course not." Wu Hai stroked his beard and said naturally.

Now all the diners in the store looked at the unrepentant Wu Hai with condemnation. Only Wei Wei paid attention differently than the others.

She saw Wu Hai's dress and appearance, and asked abruptly, "Uncle Wu, why is your beard so neat?"

Yes, Wei Wei felt very strange.

Wu Hai was currently wearing a blue coral velvet housecoat, a pair of cotton slippers on his feet, and his hair was half-length but not short. He looked like he had just gotten out of bed and was as lazy as he wanted.

Although Wuhai is clean and tidy as a whole,

But it really can't be called neatly dressed.

On the contrary, Wu Hai's mustache is neatly shaped, and the edges are trimmed very neatly. It is obviously repaired with care, which is extremely inconsistent with Wu Hai's overall painting style.

You must know that Wu Hai's beard used to be mysterious, sometimes long and short, but in the past two months, it has become neater.

"Dad needs to shave every day to be so clean." Wei Wei's words made it clearer. Lin family's sweetheart

At this moment, everyone else in the store looked at Wu Hai curiously.

"Oh, well, some people like it, so they take care of it. After all, it's more handsome this way." Wu Hai said in a serious and shameless manner.

"Haha, you've been eating for so long that you start talking like Boss Yuan." Ling Hong was the first to complain.

"Maybe it's because of that little girl." Jiang Changxi suddenly thought of that girl.

The girl who told Wu Hai that she would feel safe when she saw his beard.

When the people in the store heard what Jiang Changxi said, they immediately knew what was going on and didn't say anything more.

"Tsk." Wu Hai made a sound of unknown meaning and did not answer.

"Lazy painter." Ling Hong glanced at Wu Hai and didn't say much.

"It's rare to be handsome." Wu Hai stroked his mustache, looking dissatisfied at being interrupted from showing off.

"It's almost nine o'clock. I have to go back for a night run." Sister Wan suddenly looked at the watch on her hand and said.

"It's indeed getting late. Eat and drink enough, go home and sleep." Chen Wei also shouted.

"Weiwei, please go back." Mr. Wei looked at his daughter inquiringly.

"Okay, goodbye, Boss Yuan." Wei Wei politely said goodbye to Yuan Zhou.

"Well, Happy New Year." Yuan Zhou nodded and then said.

"Happy New Year to Boss Yuan, he's getting more and more handsome." Wei Wei said naughtily before walking out.

"You too." Yuan Zhou showed no expression on his face, but he was very happy in his heart.

Someone said goodbye and left, as if it infected other diners. Everyone also said goodbye and started to leave, leaving some time for Yuan Zhou.

Wu Hailinghong and the others arrived quietly, but left very quickly. Yuan Zhou was suddenly the only one left in the store.

"The snow seems to have stopped." Yuan Zhou stood at the door and looked up.

The sky was an inky blue without even a star, but it didn't snow anymore.

"Papa" Yuan Zhou patted the non-existent dust on his body and said silently, "It's quite cold. It seems that I need to prepare more cushions for the noodle soup."

After saying that, Yuanzhou didn't close the door immediately. Instead, he returned to the kitchen and made himself a bowl of glutinous rice balls, both sweet and salty, of course.

Win the handsome

"Well, it turns out that the ones you make are the most delicious." Yuan Zhou was satisfied with each bite, and he finished it quickly without fear of burning it. There were sixteen glutinous rice balls in this bowl.

Of course, there was still some soup left in the bowl, and it was naturally for Noodle Soup and his wife. It would be good to drink some hot soup when it was so cold.

"It seems that no one will pass this path anymore." Yuan Zhou finished pouring the hot soup, returned to the kitchen, and looked outside the door.

It was pitch dark outside the door at this time. Except for the lights of Yuanzhou's store shining on the road, the other shops had long been closed and locked.

"Squeak!" Yuan Zhou opened the partition, walked to the door, and prepared to close the door.

At this time, there was a sound of footsteps in the distance. To Yuan Zhou's ears, the sound of footsteps sounded slightly familiar.

Yuanzhou stopped closing the door and prepared to wait until someone passed by before closing the door, so that at least there would still be some light.

"Tap tap tap" footsteps are getting closer and closer.

"Boss Yuan, Boss Yuan hasn't closed the door yet." When the person walked to the light, it was the old woman who usually sold steamed buns at the door.

"Well, not yet." Yuan Zhou nodded.

"That's just right. I have some glutinous rice balls I made here. You can take a bowl and eat it." The old woman smiled and picked up the paper bag in her hand.

On the evening of the 30th, when the weather was cold, glutinous rice balls were delivered.

"Come in first, it's cold outside." Yuan Zhou paused, then turned sideways to invite people into the room.

"No, no, no, you eat these dumplings and I'll leave." The old woman waved her hand and stuffed the bag into Yuan Zhou's hand.

"Then just watch me finish eating before leaving." Yuan Zhou took the bag, then supported the person slightly and walked into the store.

"Okay, I'll just go back with the bowl, so don't wash it." The old woman didn't refuse this time. She walked into the store and sat at a small table for two people.

"Thank you." Yuan Zhou thanked him seriously.

Then he sat opposite the old woman and opened the paper bag. Inside was a large lunch box with eight fat white dumplings floating in it, each of which was as big as a baby's fist.

"You're welcome, I made this myself, and my craftsmanship is not as good as yours, Boss Yuan, so you can just eat it and take it as a blessing." The old woman said a little embarrassed.

After all, the old lady knew that Yuan Zhou's craftsmanship was very good, otherwise there wouldn't be so many diners coming here to eat every day.

"No, the glutinous rice balls you make are more delicious than mine." Yuan Zhou had already eaten one and said seriously.

The old woman obviously didn't take it seriously, but the wrinkles on her face relaxed and she looked very happy.