Having been recognized by someone similar to his father, Yuan Zhou felt both helpless and slightly honored. However, he declared his actual age seriously. After all, he still needed to find a girlfriend one day.
If he was mistaken by others that he had such an old son, that would be a fatal problem.
The Master Chef Restaurant opened by Yuan Zhou was located out of the way at a corner of the city, but many customers still came for meals in an endless stream every day. They came and went in haste, which made the side street bustling and prosperous.
Naturally, it was the same today as well, except that the weather was extraordinarily good. The sun rose very early this winter day and it felt fairly warm.
"Yo, Wang Ye. Why not come with me for lunch today? The roast fish I ate that day was so delicious." A few days later, Ma Zhida invited Wang Ye again.
"You know I only like eating the rice noodles." Wang Ye smiled and said, as usual.
