When night fell, Sun Ming drove hurriedly to Yuan Zhou’s restaurant. Coincidently, there was already a long line of customers waiting at the entrance of Yuan Zhou’s restaurant when he arrived.
Although he worried about the physical condition of his brother, at the same time he believed he should be fine when he saw so many people were waiting in line, indicating that Yuan Zhou had opened the restaurant as usual.
Half an hour later, Sun Ming finally got his turn.
"Are you ok?" As soon as he sat down, Sun Ming asked.
"Why are you asking?" Yuan Zhou asked back curiously as he put away the kitchenware on the azure stone countertop.
"As for the treat, is your brain damaged by the fever?" When Sun Ming looked carefully at Yuan Zhou, he found his face blushed with rosy health, appearing to be quite healthy.
"Nope. Remember to come tomorrow," Yuan Zhou said with a slightly unfriendly tone, even though it wasn’t very obvious.
"Are you sure?" Sun Ming was still a little suspicious.
