To avoid having Wu Hai leaving on him, Yuan Zhou called out to Wu Hai first.
"Wu Hai, wait a moment," Yuan Zhou said.
"Ok," Wu Hai nodded while rubbing his mustache.
Yuan Zhou went back to his restaurant, put his tools in place, and cleaned his hands before going out again.
"How did you know I was sculpting clouds?" Yuan Zhou asked after he came out.
"It's very obvious," said Wu Hai smugly while rubbing his mustache. "Not many things can escape my sharp eyes."
Yuan Zhou merely stared at Wu Hai silently and said nothing. He did not believe a word of what Wu Hai just said about the sharp eyes. Just look at that droopy eyes he had.
"Got it!" Wu Hai suddenly said while pointing at Yuan Zhou.
"What?" Yuan Zhou was rendered speechless by this abrupt change.
