Having teased the Maltese, Yuan Zhou happily went back to sleep.
Tomorrow was the day of the agreed time to exchange pointers. However, Yuan Zhou didn’t change his opening hours. It was really strange.
Furthermore, Yuan Zhou even set the clock at 6:30 in the morning and decided to prepare the Soup Dumplings that he hadn’t done for a while.
“Ling Ling Ling”, it was still the old-fashioned phone beep. Yuan Zhou then got up and began to clean himself.
Once he arrived downstairs, Yuan Zhou began to knead the dough. He was immersed in a cheerful state of cooking delicacies until 8:00 AM. Then, he turned on the tap and out came a “Hua Hua” sound as he washed his hands beneath the flowing water
Mu Xiaoyun was waiting uneasily at the entrance with the tips of her toe gently scuffling on the ground when he opened the door.
“Come on in.” After saying that, Yuan Zhou turned around and walked away, doing exactly the same thing he did every morning.
