Chapter 885 Precious Gloves

"This is the small alley in the back. It's quite clean." Sun Ming saw the place and looked around again. Generally, the back of a restaurant is a place where filth hides. Yuan Zhou's is definitely a special case.

"There is only one wall between us." Yuan Zhou pointed to the high-rise building over there.

In front of it, it's like the wall that separates the rich and poor areas in Brazil. On the other side of the wall are high-rise buildings and 5a-level office buildings everywhere. At this end, there are mostly two-story buildings. Although they are not poor, they are indeed shabby in comparison.

Of course; these were all before Yuanzhou Xiaodian opened.

"It's indeed very close. Isn't this noodle soup? You are here during the day." Sun Ming nodded, and when he lowered his head, he saw the noodle soup at the back door of the tavern, and immediately greeted him warmly.

"Woof." Nian Tang called out symbolically, as if to say hello.

"Haha, noodle soup is so good. I'll bring you ham next time." Sun Ming said happily immediately.

Yuan Zhou on the side looked at the noodle soup and then at Sun Ming, complaining in his heart: "This guy didn't yell at me, but instead yelled at Sun Ming. It's all in vain."

"Let's go." Yuan Zhou put away his gaze and led the people inside.

"Hey, this is my first time coming to your kitchen." Sun Ming shook his head and looked around, but he didn't touch it at all.

"Of course." Yuan Zhou said naturally.

"Here go upstairs." Yuan Zhou didn't turn off the lights just now, so the kitchen was very bright. Yuan Zhou pointed to the stairs and said.

"If you bring a girl to see it, I'm sure she will be extremely excited. It's a pity that only a rough old man like me can see it." Sun Ming said regretfully.

"Get lost." Yuan Zhou said.

"However, your room must be the same as yours. It probably doesn't have anything." Sun Ming said as he went upstairs.

The stairs were very short, and the two of them arrived upstairs quickly. Although Sun Ming talked a lot during this period, in fact, he always followed the rules and didn't touch anything. He was always waiting for Yuan Zhou to walk in front.

"This is my room, there is no shortage of things." Yuan Zhou opened his door and said seriously.

"There's nothing I can do. Mother's life is in jeopardy. Let's wait and see." Sun Ming shrugged, touched his fat belly and walked in.

"Speaking of which, you didn't learn to ride a bicycle." Because Sun Ming always said why his mother's death was so difficult, Yuanzhou suddenly remembered that Sun Ming learned to ride a bicycle a few months ago.

At that time, Sun Ming was determined to learn to ride a bicycle. In order to catch up with the goddess, he even wanted to sell the shop with all his might. At that time, Sun Ming didn't need to tell Yuan Zhou to know that his family must be in an uproar.

But it seems to be getting better now.

"Cough cough cough." Sun Ming covered his mouth with his hands and pretended to cough twice without making a sound.

"I gave up again." Yuan Zhou said with certainty.

"Don't ask if they are brothers. We can't bear to look back on the past." Sun Ming urged Yuan Zhou to come in without saying much.

Yuan Zhou understood this answer instantly. To put it in a poisonous chicken soup way, you can't persevere just by putting everything on the line. You are less patient than you think.

"Come in." Yuan Zhou opened the door, and Sun Ming looked in at a glance.

Yuan Zhou's room is different from his. There is a single bed with neat and clean bedding. The bedside table next to the bed faces a pile of books, one of which is open and open. There is also a brand new computer. The computer and chair are placed next to the bedside table. It seems that they are working and reading here.

Opposite the bed is the wardrobe. The original wooden door is tightly closed. Near the door is a long museum shelf with other books and other things on it. The most conspicuous one is a large box in the middle. Look. It looks like there is something good in it.

There is a window facing the door open, and a cool breeze blows into the house. The air is fresh, but not cold. The curtains are light cyan, which looks relatively clean and refreshing.

The overall layout is simple and clean, much cleaner and tidier than before the store opened. This is Yuan Zhou's room.

"You kid can do it. You can clean it up by yourself." Sun Ming walked into the room and said, "As the saying goes,

The room was clean and tidy and had no peculiar smell. It was either one or the other. "

Yuanzhou was silent as if he didn't hear what Sun Ming said. Sun Ming was surprised. Generally speaking, he shouldn't ask what it was.

"Aren't you curious about what I'm talking about?" Sun Ming said.

"I'm not curious, and I don't want to hear it either." Yuan Zhou finished his sentence and Sun Ming choked.

Sun Ming was asking for trouble, so he looked left and right in an attempt to change the subject, but in the end the atmosphere became awkward. The awkward atmosphere forced Sun Ming to react and get down to business.

"It doesn't feel cold here, and you don't seem to be lacking anything. You might as well just ask for what you want." Sun Ming turned around and asked with a frown.

"No, thank Auntie for me." Yuan Zhou paused and said.

"If you hadn't told me, my mother would have thought that I didn't come at all." Sun Ming said angrily.

"It's really not necessary." Yuanzhou thought for a moment and realized that he really didn't need anything, and he shook his head decisively.

"What are you talking about?" Sun Ming had just seen the box on the museum shelf at a glance, and now he turned around and saw it again, so he was naturally curious.

The main reason is that the box is too conspicuous and does not match the room. It is very prominent and conspicuous.

"It's a boxing glove box." Yuan Zhou reached out and patted Sun Ming's outstretched hand, and then said.

"Boxing gloves? Do you still practice boxing?" Sun Ming looked curious and couldn't help but stretch his head to look.

"I don't know how." Yuan Zhou said calmly.

"Then why are you buying such expensive gloves? For collection? Which famous boxer wore them?" Sun Ming asked several questions in a row.

"I didn't buy it." Yuan Zhou shook his head in denial.

"It seems there's no signature on it. I don't know which boxer it is. These gloves are not cheap. They cost several hundred dollars." Sun Ming recognized the logo on the box and said. He didn't know where he knew so many things.

"Yes, it is indeed very expensive. He is a very powerful boxer." Yuan Zhou nodded.

When he said this, Yuan Zhou suddenly thought of the boxer who came to eat with blood on his face. He would come to tell Yuan Zhou whether he won or lost every time.

It's just that there will be no such person again. Yuanzhou still remembers this pair of gloves. It was the night after the boxer bought the gloves.

At that time, the glove had been used by him that night. Naturally, his face was still stained with blood. Yuan Zhou also brought him a towel to wipe it off as usual. The boxer was very happy that day, with a smile on his red and swollen face.

"Wipe it, don't drop it in my bowl." Yuan Zhou said.

"Hey, I beat Boss Yuan." The boxer put away the towel and said with a smile.

"Yes." Yuan Zhou nodded.

"Look at my gloves, don't they look good?" The boxer took out his gloves to show off, waved them in front of Yuan Zhou, and then said.

"Not bad, new." Yuan Zhou nodded.

"It's necessary. I saved up for two months to buy this new thing. It's very good. Others helped me buy it abroad, but we don't have it here." It's rare for a boxer to say such a long sentence, but it's all about the gloves on his hands. of.

"Hey, the gloves are good." Ling Hong, who was standing next to him, tilted his head and said.

"Of course, it's very expensive." The boxer nodded.

"Boss Yuan, can I wipe it with a towel?" Boxer asked Yuan Zhou hesitantly while holding a white towel and not wiping the blood.

"Okay." Yuan Zhou nodded.

"Thank you." The boxer immediately lowered his head and wiped his gloves seriously, with a very serious look on his face.

After that, every time the boxer came, he would clean his gloves first and then treat the wounds. These gloves were very important to him.

It is equivalent to food for dinner. Now Yuanzhou helps to put it away, waiting for Boxer to pick it up.

Fortunately, Yuanzhou searched the Internet for tutorials on how to maintain the boxing gloves, and also asked some people for advice. If the box is opened, he can still see that the gloves have been in the box for a while, and they are still as good as when they were just delivered.

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