That bowl of crisp meat soup was specially kept by Yuan Zhou, but in fact, Yuan Zhou didn't know whether that person would come or not.
After all the customers had gone up, the restaurant quieted down. However, Yuan Zhou was still waiting in the restaurant.
The bright lights in the shop shone through the door and illuminated the entrance, making the dark night outside a little warmer.
"Ta ta ta." At this moment, a series of footsteps suddenly sounded outside the door.
Upon hearing the footsteps, Yuan Zhou stood up almost immediately. He didn't forget to turn the bowl of crispy meat soup that had been covered on his head.
Having carried the bowls, Yuan Zhou quickly opened the partition and walked to the door.
As expected, as soon as Yuan Zhou arrived at the door, a person walked out. The person was slightly hunched and appeared in front of Yuan Zhou while holding a bowl wrapped in plastic wrap.
