The onlookers that gathered outside waited for a while but gradually left when they found the restaurant wasn't going to be open soon.
At the same time, Yuan Zhou sat upstairs for a whole afternoon. With his back upright and his arms placed on his legs, he didn't even change his position.
"Ding Ling Ling, Ding Ling Ling". Suddenly, a grating ringtone sounded in the empty and quiet room.
Yuan Zhou blinked and looked at his own vibrating phone with puzzlement.
"Time to prepare the ingredients for dinner," Yuan Zhou suddenly muttered to himself.
That's right. Yuan Zhou set the alarm clock for dinnertime in case he forgot the time while sculpting.
Yuan Zhou stood up neatly and then walked into the kitchen quickly. He began to prepare the ingredients seriously.
