"I'm here late to pay a New Year's visit. This is the gift I prepared for boss Yuan. " The boss of the noodle shop said with a smile.
Yuan Zhou glanced at them. He wouldn't accept gifts that were too expensive. He still remembered the new year gift from Wu Yungui last year, which even Yuan Zhou was awed by the local tyrant aura.
In the past few days, all the restaurants on Taoxi road had been sending Yuan Zhou New Year gifts. For the ordinary ones, they would just give him a gift bag of snacks, some fruits, cigarettes and wine.
The noodle shop owner's New Year's gift was a bit unique. It was a book, or to be precise, a recipe book. Yuan Zhou suddenly recalled that when he was still a naughty kid, his mother said that he couldn't give away books during Chinese New Year. Otherwise, he would lose the books even when playing cards.
