Chapter 66 (1/2)

Chapter 66: The First Time Business Boomed

“It’s literally what it says.” Yuan Zhou spread out his hands to express it was that simple.

“Boss, how can it be sold out already when you just opened for the evening?” Zhuang Xinmu asked curiously.

“The watermelon juice has a limit of 100 cups per day.” Yuan Zhou directly told the reason.

“A limit? Why didn’t Boss Yuan tell us earlier? Or at least put up a notice.” Wu Zhou began to mutter when he realized his girlfriend was unable to drink the watermelon juice.

“Oh? I didn’t mention it?” Yuan Zhou said in a doubtful tone. However, his face was expressionless, as if he were quite sure that he had informed them.

“You really didn’t say it. So Boss Yuan, it’s your mistake. Therefore, you should compensate us.” Wu Zhou quickly replied.

“No compensation.” Yuan Zhou was still as ruthless and callous as always.

“Boss Yuan, do you know, the way you are now really deserves a beating.” Having heard about what had happened earlier that morning, Wu Zhou directly brought up Yuan Zhou’s faults without mercy.

“You can try.” While saying that, Yuan Zhou raised his muscular arms and said gently.

What a joke! Yuan Zhou was a chef that had tossed pans for hundreds or thousands of times every day, thus had excellent arm strength. Contrarily, Wu Zhou was merely a programmer, who in Yuan Zhou’s eyes, would collapse at the first blow.

“Never mind. Let’s drink the juice next time.” Zhuang Xinmu saved Wu Zhou from further embarrassment in time.

Comparing purely on physical strength, Wu Zhou indeed couldn’t rival Yuan Zhou.

Wu Zhou then sat back listlessly, letting his girlfriend order the dishes.

Meanwhile, he muttered to himself, “I had a friend as cool as Boss Yuan before. Yet, now, the wild grass on his tomb is 3 feet high.”

Yuan Zhou felt that he had won the round, thus his mood was extraordinarily good, hence he ignored Wu Zhou’s murmurs.

The 3 opening hours in the evening soon passed. Yuan Zhou took off his apron and turned on the tap to wash his hands.

Water flowed down onto his hands. His strong and slender fingers were scattered with tiny wounds; no one would ever mistake those as a female’s hands.

He washed his hands dozens of times a day. After that, he made a bowl of Clear Broth Noodle Soup for his supper. Just like usual, he ate up the noodles and carried the bowl filled with leftover broth, leaving the restaurant through the back door.

The path was as dim as before but since Yuan Zhou was familiar with it, he continued walking without any worry of slipping.

“It’s your broth. Actually you don’t need to stay here guarding the door. There won’t be any problems.” Yuan Zhou poured the leftover broth into the bowl of the mixed breed Maltese dog.

However, the Maltese still acted the same. With a calmer and more arrogant manner than Yuan Zhou, it peered at the bowl before lowering its head, continuing to lie prone at its original place.

“Just stay here,” after speaking, Yuan Zhou turned around and went back into his restaurant while holding the bowl.

The Maltese raised its head slightly and only stood up when it saw Yuan Zhou had left. While licking the leftover broth in his bowl with a “Ba ji Ba ji” sound, the dog revealed a humanlike expression of enjoyment.

After drinking up the broth, the Maltese dog then pushed the bowl back to where it slept. Moreover, it even brought something to cover the bowl. After all that work, the dog walked forward leisurely.

The Maltese breed was of the small size type of dog. It was originally known as the Poodle. Maltese was only the nickname for a beauty style suitable for this breed of dog among all the others. The Poodle was well-known for its capabilities to hunt in water and thus was known as water hunting dog.

The Maltese was smart and alert. It walked to the front door of Yuan Zhou’s restaurant and then lay there after carefully looking around. With its head straight up, the dog appeared earnest and serious.

Furthermore, the dog refused to accept Yuan Zhou’s kind reminders that it needn’t guard the door for him.

The weather in June was as fickle as a baby’s mood. The night sky, formerly studded with numerous stars, suddenly started drizzling. The Maltese nevertheless seemed to have gotten used to getting wet in the rain. Therefore, it didn’t move to other places, merely allowing the rain to soak its fur, making the dog appear skinnier and scrawnier.

Luckily, the rain stopped after a little while and the weather slowly cleared up. Then the sky started to light up from the morning rays of the sun. It wasn’t until the sun rose from the horizon did the Maltese dog stand up and shake itself, scattering drops of water from its fur. Afterward, it walked back to the big plastic bag at the back door with steady steps and lay down on it, starting to rest.