When Yuan Zhou washed up and went downstairs, his hair was still wet. It had only been 10 minutes.
He was wearing a modified linen-colored short-sleeved Han Chinese traditional clothing. His black hair was slightly damp, but it was short and stood up. He looked very energetic.
"We'll eat noodles tonight. Then, I'll make a simple noodle soup for broth and rice. " Yuan Zhou took out the dried noodles that he usually prepared and directly started to cook them in the pot.
As dogs couldn't eat hot food, Yuan Zhou quickly boiled it and then chilled the bottom of the big bowl with ice water in order to cool it down as soon as possible.
"Wait for ten minutes." Yuan Zhou set the bowls down and then opened the partition to open the door.
He opened the front door for Wu Hai to come in conveniently. He couldn't possibly let Wu Hai pass through the kitchen from the back door and then walk to the front hall to eat.
