"Little Yanzi, give a cup of soy milk to the volunteers on the street." The breakfast that Yuan Zhou prepared today wasn't soybean milk, but he suddenly felt like eating it. Therefore, he made himself a can of soybean milk and carried it to eat a bowl of noodles.
As for the rest, they would use a larger thermos cup. After lunch, su Ruoyan would give it to the young volunteers who came to Taoxi road. Of course, she would also bring a few disposable cups.
Yuan Zhou was quite a master. He felt that the volunteers came to Taoxi road, so a cup of soybean milk was necessary.
On the other side, Dewell was a very punctual person, which could be seen from the early arrival of the red diamond trade yesterday.
Perhaps due to his excitement, Dewell came to the restaurant very early. Yuan Zhou had just changed into the chef's suit and returned to the first floor when he saw the father and son, Allen and Dewell.
