Chapter 539 Wu Hai’s Best Friend

Wang Ye got the last number, so when he entered the store, there was no one waiting in line outside. This is also the purpose of the number queuing machine.

With it, diners won't have any expectations for another serving, so they won't have to wait in vain.

"Hello, what can I have something to eat?" Zhou Jia asked as soon as Wang Ye entered the door.

"Well, clear soup noodles, that's it." Wang Ye was stunned for a moment before answering.

"Okay, we pay first and then serve the food here. Your total is 268, plus the welcome set meal of 20, the total is 288. Thank you for your patronage." Zhou Jia said with a smile.

"Can I transfer the money?" Wang Ye asked.

"Of course." Zhou Jia nodded.

"Okay, I transferred." Wang Ye scanned the QR code instructed by Zhou Jia and said.

"Already received, your meal will be here soon." After Zhou Jia finished speaking, he immediately reported the order to Yuan Zhou.

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

But about five minutes later, Zhou Jia came over again and served his clear soup noodles, which was of course the welcome set meal.

"Thank you." Wang Ye said habitually.

"You're welcome." Zhou Jia replied politely.

Then Wang Ye lowered his head and started to eat the noodles. The noodles were delicious, even better than what Ma Zhida had described. Wang Ye was immersed in the delicious food, but after eating for a while, Wang Ye suddenly stopped and listened. one time.

There is nothing in the store now.

There was just the sound of diners talking, loud and cozy, but nothing else.

Now, Wang Ye felt even more awkward.

When he used to eat four fresh rice noodles, the fat boss would not ask for a transfer. He just liked cash. When he said thank you, the fat boss would say "Thank you, I am a regular customer."

These made him feel familiar and at ease.

As for subconsciously stopping to listen, it is because every time at this time, a mother and son will always arrive.

Sometimes the mother scolds her son, and sometimes she praises him, but the voice is always so loud that everyone in the alley wishes they could hear it.

It has only been a year since Wang Ye was not used to it at first and now he is not used to hearing it anymore.

"There's really no similarity at all." Wang Ye looked at the chewy and delicious noodles in the bowl and suddenly smiled.

But this time I ate a little slower and began to savor the food carefully. At the same time, the words of other people in the shop slowly started to sink in.

"Xilihulu." Wang Ye took a bite of noodles.

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

"How is it? How is it? Is it so delicious that my tongue wants to swallow it?" Mazhida asked, putting his arm on Wang Ye's shoulder.

"It's indeed very delicious." Wang Ye nodded warmly.

"Now believe me." Mazhida said with a triumphant smile.

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

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

"It's nothing, but it's quite familiar." Wang Ye smiled and added.

"What a mess, as long as it tastes good, 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, it's disgusting, go back quickly." Ma Zhida rubbed his arms with disgust and said generously.

"Haha, that's right. I'll treat you to dinner next time." Wang Ye also reacted and said immediately.

"Next time, it will be tomorrow. You invite me at noon tomorrow." Ma Zhida immediately hit the snake and put it on the stick.

"Okay." Wang Ye nodded simply.

"Hehe, it seems that my Amway is right, and I also got a meal." Ma Zhida smiled very proudly.

Naturally, he didn't know what Wang Ye was thanking, and even Wang Ye himself couldn't quite explain it.

Far away in the Magic City, a small gathering among friends was being held in a two-story connected room on the top floor of a community called Ode to Joy.

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

"Look, the use of this dark tone brings out this kind of artistic conception." The owner of the painting excitedly explained the painting hanging in the center.

This painting is of a man in sportswear running on a quiet side street in the early morning. One side of the street is blurred, and there are several rows of low houses on the other side. Among them is a shop without a sign. clearly.

The running man is just a figure from behind. He looks like he is running seriously. There is a trace of extremely bright white in front of him, like the rising sun at dawn, and like the last afterglow of the setting sun.

"Can you tell me whether this painting is in the morning or at night?" the owner of the painting asked with a mysterious face.

"I think it's night and there are people at this time, but the artist deliberately painted only one person, which makes it more artistic."

"No, no, no, it's obviously early morning, and only in the early morning can everything feel alive."

"I think what you are saying is wrong. It feels like there is no time. That flash of light may be just misleading. I should understand it more carefully."

Everyone began to speculate.

The owner of the painting obviously looked proud, and he was showing off. After all, he had asked Wu Hai himself, although Wu Hai said nothing.

While everyone was enthusiastically speculating, a woman wearing a silk champagne-colored dress was standing alone in an inconspicuous corner holding a wine glass, holding a decorative handbag in her hand.

The woman looks ordinary, but she has a gentle and quiet temperament that makes people very comfortable.

"These people are really good at interpretation." Seeing that everyone's words were getting more and more outrageous, the woman had a helpless smile on her face.

"However, Wu Hai's painting skills seem to have improved a lot." The woman said with emotion.

"Tap tap tap" high heels made a crisp sound as they tapped on the shiny floor tiles, and the woman came to the balcony alone.

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

Picking up the phone, the woman dialed Wu Hai's number directly.

Thousands of miles away, Wu Hai was currently lying on the studio sofa with his body stretched out. He was slowly digesting the delicious food he had just eaten.

"Dang Dang Dang..." A burst of Beethoven's passionate Symphony of Destiny came.

Wu Hai reached out and picked up the phone. When he saw the name, he subconsciously touched his beard before picking up the phone.

"Hey, you're so busy, how can you have time to find me?" Wu Hai's tone was relaxed and casual.

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

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

"The one about the running man is very good." The woman said the name of the painting.

"Oh, that one is really good, and I'm very satisfied with it." Wu Hai suddenly remembered the painting.

He opened the window early in the morning, saw Yuan Zhou jogging, and then drew it. After finishing the drawing, he felt very relaxed.

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