1111 A kind-hearted person

After walking out of the door, Wang Hong immediately ran far away. Yuan Zhou just looked at him quietly and sighed with emotion in his heart. Then, he began to practice his cooking skills.

While Yuan Zhou was thinking, master Cheng, who had been standing at the side, suddenly said,""Master, you are also very young."

"Yes." Yuan Zhou nodded his head with a serious expression and then said lightly,""I'll be maintaining my knife today. "

"Alright, I'll look at it seriously." Master Cheng nodded his head immediately and then moved his chubby body to the opposite of Yuan Zhou. He looked at Yuan Zhou's hands with his eyes full of spirit.

That's right. Master Cheng was not only there when Yuan Zhou was cooking, but he also stayed behind to learn from Yuan Zhou after the meal time.

Of course, in order not to disturb Yuan Zhou's time, master Cheng knew what he should do. Every time before he stayed, he would ask Yuan Zhou if he could stay and learn from him.

After acknowledging Yuan Zhou as his master, master Cheng became more and more respectful to him. He seriously regarded Yuan Zhou as his master. Even if Yuan Zhou was one level younger than him, it didn't affect his respect and reverence.

"It seems that I should work harder now that I have a disciple." Yuan Zhou fiddled with the knife while thinking.

"Don't sleep for half an hour in the future. " Yuan Zhou considered his daily routine for a while and then made a decision.

Yuan Zhou's schedule was always full. He got up at 5:30 in the morning, washed up 15 minutes later, and went out for a jog. At 7:00, he started to prepare the ingredients for breakfast.

The breakfast time started at 8 am and ended at 9 am. Then, he began to read and carve, or familiarize himself with new dishes, until 11 am to prepare lunch ingredients.

The lunch time started at 12:00 and ended two hours later at 2:00 in the afternoon. During the long afternoon, Yuan Zhou would practice ice sculpting, tofu sculpting, and repeatedly practice the dishes he had already mastered, striving to be the best.

He started preparing the ingredients for dinner at FiveO' clock and dinner time started at Sixo' clock. As usual, it lasted for two hours and then ended.

The pub time started after 8:30 am, which was Yuan Zhou's own time. He would stop to read some books and study the Chinese and Western desserts or other books about aesthetics and nutrition.

When the pub time ended at 12 o' clock at night, he watched Shen Min leave on the last bus. By then, it was already past midnight.

Yuan Zhou would go back to his own room to wash up and then read books in bed for half an hour. He would lie down and rest at 1 am sharp.

Of course, if it were to rain that day, the charging time after dinner would become the BBQ time. The BBQ would start in the early morning and end at 2 am.

This was what Yuan Zhou had to do every day. Of course, before he started to prepare the ingredients for the next meal, he would spend 10 minutes upstairs to wash up so that he could prepare the next meal better and cleaner.

As he had just officially accepted master Cheng as his disciple, Yuan Zhou decided to reduce his sleep time by half an hour again in order to absorb more cooking knowledge.

"I'm really a responsible genius master, and a very handsome one at that. He's the type that's popular with all the girls." Yuan Zhou looked at the reflection on the shiny knife blade and praised himself naturally.

Master Cheng didn't know about Yuan Zhou's boasting. He read it very seriously and even began to write down notes by serial numbers like Yuan Zhou had written. He even flipped through the table of contents written by Yuan Zhou and compared them with Yuan Zhou. A serious look of consideration appeared on his chubby face.

Of course, even if master Cheng knew Yuan Zhou was boasting, he would also nod his head and agree with him without any hesitation. This was the basic virtue of a good disciple.

Listen to your master, don't let him get hurt ...

It was quiet in Yuan Zhou's restaurant. Apart from the occasional sound of Yuan Zhou explaining and the sound of the brush tip rubbing against the paper recorded by master Cheng, the restaurant was very peaceful.

The street of Taoxi road outside the store was as lively as ever. At this time, mu Qingqing once again came to the street corner of Taoxi road.

"It's really lively here at every time. " Looking at the crowded Taoxi road, mu Qingqing couldn't help but sigh.

Today, mu Qingqing was wearing a white shirt and a light-colored denim skirt, a pair of simple black leather shoes on her feet, and a comfortable black leather bag on her back. Her hair was half tied up, and she looked gentle yet simple and capable.

Mu Qingqing stood still at the corner of the street. She had no intention of entering Taoxi road.

"Teacher Compass's dinner time ended so long ago, but there are still so many people here." Mu Qingqing sighed with emotion and then looked around.

It seemed like he was still looking for someone.

Suddenly, soothing music started playing. Mu Qingqing opened her handbag and took out her phone. She looked at the screen and smiled gently before picking up the phone.

The person who called was the old scrap picker.

"Grandpa, I'm already at Taoxi road. Don't worry." This was the first thing mu Qingqing said when she picked up the phone.

Speaking of which, the old man was naturally not mu Qingqing's grandfather, but mu Qingqing herself was willing to call him that. This made them more intimate and made the old man feel more at ease.

"I know, I know. I know what you're doing, Qingqing. I just wanted to ask if you've eaten yet. Let's eat first before we look for her." The grandpa said with a gentle voice.

"I ate it on the way here. Don't worry, Grandpa." Mu Qingqing started to look for it while she was on the phone.

"It's good that you've eaten, it's good that you've eaten. I've troubled Qingqing to make a trip again. " The grandpa's voice was apologetic.

"What are you saying, Grandpa? your business is my business. Even if you didn't say anything, I would have come to thank him properly." Mu Qingqing said seriously.

"I know Qingqing's heart aches for us. Take your time. There's no rush. Be careful on the way back and be careful." The old man knew that mu Qingqing didn't like him being so distant, so he kept his feelings in his heart and followed mu Qingqing's words.

"Okay, don't worry, Grandpa. Remember to say hello to grandma. I'll leave after I thank her." Mu Qingqing didn't find it annoying and responded to them one by one.

After putting down her phone, mu Qingqing saw the traffic police coming back from patrolling in the distance and quickened her pace to walk there.

That's right. Mu Qingqing was here to thank someone today. However, this person wasn't Yuan Zhou, but a traffic police officer on duty at Taoxi road.

This traffic policeman was the young man who had lectured Ling Hong.

In Taoxi road, besides Yuan Zhou, he had also helped the old man on the way.

The young traffic police officer would collect some empty plastic bottles during his spare time on duty, including the drinks that he and his colleagues had finished, as well as some bottles that had been thrown around.

After collecting them, he would put them in a bag and put them in the garbage station before the old man arrived, waiting for him to pick them up.

After a few times, the old man noticed the traffic police who did this and was very grateful, which led to mu Qingqing's arrival.

"This young traffic police officer is really kind." Mu Qingqing thought to herself as she walked.

Kindness had nothing to do with one's profession. No matter what profession one was in, there would always be kind-hearted people.

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