What Wang Ye got was the last number, because when he entered the shop, there was no one waiting in line outside, which was also the purpose of the numbering machine. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

With it, diners don't have the expectation of making another one, so they won't have to wait.

"Hello, what do you want to eat?" As soon as Wang Ye entered the door, Zhou Jia asked.

"Well, clear soup noodles, that's it. Wang Ye was stunned for a moment, and then replied.

"Okay, we are here to pay first and then serve, your total is 268, plus 20 welcome packages, a total of 288, thank you for your patronage. Zhou Jia said with a smile.

"You can transfer money. Wang Ye asked.

"Absolutely. Zhou Jia nodded.

"Okay, I'll turn it. Wang Ye scanned the QR code indicated by Zhou Jia, and then said.

"Received it, your meal will be coming soon. After Zhou Jia finished speaking, he immediately reported to Yuan Zhou.

"It's really different. Wang Ye sat down, feeling a little uncomfortable.

But in about five minutes, Zhou Jia came over again and served his clear soup noodles, of course, it was still a welcome package.

"Thank you. Wang Ye said habitually.

"You're welcome. Zhou Jia replied politely.

Then Wang Ye lowered his head and began to eat noodles, the noodles were delicious, and they felt even more delicious than Ma Zhida's description, Wang Ye was immersed in the deliciousness, but after eating for a while, Wang Ye suddenly stopped and listened attentively.

I found that there was nothing in the restaurant, only the sound of diners talking, noisy and warm, but there was nothing else to do.

At this time, Wang Ye's heart was even more awkward.

When he used to eat four fresh rice noodles, the fat boss would not ask for transfers, he liked cash, he said thank you, and the fat boss would say "Thank you, old customer." ”

These made him feel familiar and reassured.

As for subconsciously stopping and listening, it is because every time at this time, there is always a mother and son coming.

Sometimes the mother reprimanded her son, sometimes she praised him, but it was always so loud that everyone in the alley wanted to hear it.

Wang Ye went from being unaccustomed to it at the beginning to not being used to hearing it now, and the time has only been one year.

"It's really not the same. Wang Ye looked at the strong and delicious noodles in the bowl and suddenly smiled.

But this time, I ate a little slowly, and I began to savor it carefully, and at the same time, the words of other people in the small shop slowly entered my ears.

"Sigh and snort. Wang Ye took a bite of noodles.

Ma Zhida didn't come over when Wang Ye was eating noodles, but he knew that eating what Boss Yuan made was the least like to be disturbed, but as soon as Wang Ye finished eating, he came over.

"How's that, what's it, isn't it so delicious that your tongue wants to swallow it. Ma Zhida asked, putting his arm on Wang Ye's shoulder.

"Very tasty indeed. Wang Ye nodded gently.

"Take my word for it now. Ma Zhida smiled triumphantly.

"Well, it's just a little awkward. Wang Ye nodded, and then said.

"Awkward?" Ma Zhida didn't quite understand what he meant.

"Nothing, but it's familiar. Wang Ye smiled and added.

"What a mess, just eat it, let's go back and take a lunch break. Ma Zhida hooked Wang Ye's shoulder and walked towards the company.

"Thank you. Wang Ye said suddenly.

"Tsk, no, go back. Ma Zhida rubbed his arms with disgust and said generously.

"Haha, yes, then I'll invite you to dinner next time. Wang Ye also reacted and said immediately.

"What next time, tomorrow, tomorrow at noon, you invite me. Ma Zhida immediately struck the snake with the stick.

"Okay. Wang Ye nodded dryly.

"Hehe, it looks like my Amway is right, and I got a meal. Ma Zhida smiled and was very proud.

He naturally didn't know what Wang Ye was thanking, and even Wang Ye himself was a little unclear.

Far away in the magic capital, a small, friend-friendly party is taking place in a two-story room on the top floor called Ode to Joy.

The reason is that the owner of this house took a picture, an oil painting painted by Wuhai.

"You see, the use of this gray tone brings out this artistic conception. The owner of the painting explained the painting hanging in the center with an excited face.

The painting depicts a man in sportswear running down a quiet side street in the early morning, blurred on one side and rows of low houses on the other, with an unsignposted shop being the most recognizable.

The man running was just a back, looking serious running, and his front was painted with a very bright white, like the dawn of the rising sun, and like the last afterglow of the sunset.

"Tell me whether this painting is morning or night?" asked the owner of the painting with a mysterious expression.

"I think it's night, and there are people at this time, but the painter deliberately only paints one person, which seems more meaningful. ”

"No, no, no, it's obviously early in the morning, and early in the morning there is a feeling of life for all things. ”

"I don't think what you said is right, it feels like there is no time, that glimmer of light may just be misleading, and it should be more seriously experienced. ”

Everyone began to speculate.

The owner of the painting obviously had a proud look, this was showing off, after all, he had asked Wu Hai himself, although Wu Hai didn't say anything.

Just when everyone was actively speculating, a woman in a silk champagne-colored dress was holding a wine glass, standing alone in an inconspicuous corner, holding a decorative handbag.

The woman looks average, but she has a gentle and demure temperament, which makes people very comfortable.

"These people really know how to interpret. Seeing that what everyone said was getting more and more outrageous, the woman had a helpless smile on her face.

"However, this guy Wuhai's painting skills seem to have improved a lot. The woman sighed.

The "stomping" heels made a crisp sound on the polished floor tiles, and the woman came to the balcony alone.

Of course, she didn't forget to bring her coat, knowing that it was still cold outside.

Picking up the mobile phone, the woman dialed Wuhai's phone directly.

Wuhai, thousands of miles away, was lying on the sofa in the studio at this time, and he was slowly digesting the delicious food he had just eaten.

"Dangdangdang...... Beethoven's passionate symphony of fate came.

Wu Hai reached out to pick up the phone, and when he saw the name, he subconsciously touched his beard, and then picked up the phone.

"Yo, busy man, how do you have time to find me. Wuhai's tone was relaxed and casual.

"I saw your painting. The woman's voice was filled with pleasure.

"Which painting?" Wu Hai raised his eyebrows and didn't quite understand.

"The runner's picture is very good. The woman said the name of the painting.

"Oh, that's good, and I'm satisfied. Wu Hai suddenly remembered this painting.

This is when he opened the window in the early morning and saw Yuan Zhou jogging, and then drew it, and after the painting, he felt very happy.

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