People were hurrying to and fro at noon in Yuan Zhou's bustling restaurant.
"Wu Hai, I heard you are going to hold an art exhibition?" Ling Hong had some common topics with Wu Hai sometimes.
"After a week." Wu Hai drank a gulp of the seaweed soup.
"Then why are you still here?" Ling Hong showed an expression of contempt.
"It's none of your business," Wu Hai said seriously while stroking his small mustache.
"If you are gone, I can come every day," Ling Hong also said primly.
"Ok," Wu Hai answered with a nod, but still didn't mention when he would leave.
However, Zheng Jiawei who set out beforehand last night had already urged him.
The reason why Wu Hai still stayed was very simple. He hadn't learned how to cook well. Naturally, the standard was measured according to Yuan Zhou's criteria.
"Boss Yuan, you still owe me half a day." After gulping down the remaining dishes, Wu Hai looked at Yuan Zhou earnestly.
