Chapter 843 Motivation for Running

"There is still ice, but I heard that the ice in Ice City has different hardness. This one should be softer than the one over there."

Yuan Zhou had no one to teach him about ice sculptures. He had to do it all on his own without any system. He also had superb knife skills as a foundation, so he didn't know a lot of empirical knowledge, such as the hardness and smoothness of ice in various places. They are all different. The master will definitely teach you when he comes in.

Specialization in one skill is why craftsmen are respected.

"I forgot to ask President Zhou where he would find the ice. I must call and ask tomorrow." After thinking about the composition, Yuan Zhou returned to the kitchen, looked at the ice cubes he had stored, and knocked on his own. He said to himself.

"It's too late today, I'd better carve it tomorrow." Yuan Zhou tried his best to suppress the itching feeling in his heart and prepared to go back upstairs to sleep.

Yes, Yang Shuxin came at night, and after thinking about the composition, even Shen Min had left work just now, and it was time to go to bed.

Lying on the bed, Yuanzhou rolled over twice before falling asleep. After all, he was recognized by a well-known ice sculpture master. He was still very proud and repeated important things twice.

The next day, Yuan Zhou woke up five minutes earlier than his usual biological clock. He got up as usual, washed up, and then ran for exercise.

Exercising now is like Yuan Zhou honing his cooking skills. He insists on it every day, and the results are slowly coming out.

In the past, Yuan Zhou was just a coward. He stood in the kitchen cooking all day long and felt extremely tired even with a steady stream of money rolling in.

But now, one day after opening the store, he is no longer so tired and feels much more relaxed. This also shows that Yuan Zhou's body is getting stronger and stronger, and of course it does not rule out that he is earning more and more money.

More importantly, Yuanzhou felt that his hand holding the knife was more stable. Even at the most tiring night, his hand was always steady.

The slight progress that could be felt made Yuan Zhou very happy.

"Boss Yuan is running again."

"Good morning, Boss Yuan."

"Good morning, Boss Yuan."

"What's for breakfast today, Boss Yuan?"

"Are there any soup dumplings or smoked fish silver noodles? That one is also delicious."

As Yuan Zhou came along, many people greeted him and asked what he wanted for breakfast. Although there were not many people like Wu Hai pointing at Yuan Zhou's small shop to live, breakfast in the small shop was still highly anticipated.

"Morning." Yuanzhou greeted these greetings and said hello all the way.

As for the question about breakfast, Yuan Zhou's answer was the same as every time before: "We'll know during breakfast time."

As the saying goes, spoilers are momentarily satisfying, and the Family Crematorium still needs to be sold as it should be.

While running, I occasionally came across a beautiful woman who looked quite refreshed. However, this beautiful woman had never eaten in a restaurant before, and Yuan Zhou did not say hello or recognize her.

After the exercise, the busy breakfast time began. It was not a Sunday morning, and the people who came to have breakfast were quite busy, so it took a long time to sell out a hundred copies.

Even the breakfast from the vendors outside the door sells quickly.

"Well, it's time to carve." Yuanzhou put away the last bowl and dishes, feeling comfortable.

"Boss, you really want to carve today?" Zhou Jia, who was cleaning the table, heard this and asked with a smile on her face.

"Yes, there is a competition." Yuan Zhou nodded.

"Competition? Is there anyone who can carve better than you, boss?" Zhou Jia looked surprised.

Yes, in Zhou Jia's opinion, Yuan Zhou's carving can no longer be called technology, but should be called art.

Whether it’s flowers, birds, fish, insects, or rockeries and strange rocks, just a radish can do it. Even tomatoes can be carved into peonies by Yuan Zhou. How can anyone challenge such a carving? Zhou Jia’s expression puzzled.

"No, it's an ice sculpture." Yuan Zhou was embarrassed in his heart and explained with a serious face.

"So that's it." Zhou Jia nodded.

It would be easier to understand if he was an ice sculpture. After all, Yuan Zhou's ice sculptures are not as famous as his vegetable carvings, but Zhou Jia is still not optimistic about the person who comes to challenge him.

"Be careful on the road." Yuan Zhou said.

"Boss, you should also keep warm and don't freeze anymore." Zhou Jia nodded and then said with concern.

"No." Yuan Zhou was silent for a moment, and then replied seriously.

"Goodbye, boss." Zhou Jia looked at Yuan Zhou's thick clothes and felt relieved.

As soon as Zhou Jia left, Yuan Zhou began to move things outside the shop to prepare the things needed for ice sculptures.

Just as he moved the chair outside the door, Yuan Zhou's phone rang unwillingly.

The sound of "ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding."

"Sun Ming?" Yuan Zhou looked at the display screen and was a little confused. After all, this guy had just been here before.

"What's the matter?" Yuan Zhou answered the phone and asked directly.

"It's okay. I'm concerned about your cold." Sun Ming's voice came from the other end of the phone.

Yuanzhou replied: "I've had a cold for two days."

This sounded like he was saying that Sun Ming was late on the phone, but in fact Yuan Zhou didn't mean that. The so-called passive skill - topic ending, was nothing more than that.

Fortunately, Sun Ming's face was still thick enough to withstand the test, and he continued to ask a few questions with concern.

"Your medicine is good." Yuan Zhou said seriously.

Yes, last time Yuan Zhou caught a cold, Sun Ming sent him some cold medicine.

"That's good." Sun Ming said.

"Yeah." Yuan Zhou hummed.

"That's right, I have good news to tell you." Sun Ming said suddenly.

"I want to hear the bad news first." Yuan Zhou said subconsciously.

This is not Yuan Zhou's fault. After all, many people like to say they have good news and bad news to say and ask which one to listen to first. However, Yuan Zhou's habit is to listen to bad news, so he has such an oolong.

"Hahaha, there is no bad news, only good news." Sun Ming laughed and then said.

"Say." Yuan Zhou paused for a moment and then said.

"Don't be angry. I didn't mean to trick you. It was you who got it wrong." There was a smile in Sun Ming's voice.

"I'm going to carve." Yuan Zhou meant to hang up the phone.

"No, no, no, no, I really have news to tell you." Sun Ming knew Yuan Zhou very well and stopped him immediately.

"It's like this. It's my birthday soon and I'll treat you to dinner." Sun Ming said quickly.

"Birthday? You just celebrated your birthday two months ago." Yuan Zhou said coldly.

"Last time I celebrated the lunar calendar, this time I celebrated the solar calendar." Sun Ming said seriously.

"No gift." Yuan Zhou was defeated by Sun Ming's shamelessness and directly stated his position.

"No, my gift this time is very simple. I promise it won't cost you anything." Sun Ming said quickly.

"Let's talk about it then." Yuan Zhou said directly.

"That's okay. I'll come to you in two days to get a gift. Remember to prepare it for me." Sun Ming hung up the phone immediately after saying this, for fear of Yuan Zhou rejecting it.

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