Gourmet Food Supplier - Chapter 288

Chapter 288
"That’s fine . " Hearing the introduction as such, Wu Zhou let out a sigh of relief at once .


"Humm . Thank you, Brother Wu," Wang Nan said earnestly .
"Don’t mention it to him . You can treat him to a meal when you get your first salary . " Zhao Yingjun understood Wang Nan to some extent as he had also been transferred to Jinling City to work .
"Yeah, he’s right . That would be the best reward for me . " Wu Zhou was rather expectant .
"Alright . " Wang Nan answered squarely .
"That’s good . No more problems now . " Zhao Yingjun patted on the shoulders of Wang Nan .
"Let’s leave now . " Wu Zhou dragged the other two persons away to offer their seats to others .
"A weird person . " Wu Hai muttered to himself again .
"You don’t understand?" Yuan Zhou suddenly asked .
"Yes, I understand . I just don’t agree . " Wu Hai shook his head .
"Ok . " Yuan Zhou nodded the head and then went back again to cook .
Wu Hai was slightly dumbfounded while waiting . He thought of the previous call made from Zheng Jiawei .
"Hai, how are you getting on these two days?" The gentle voice of Zheng Jiawei passed from the other end of the phone .


He could even vaguely hear his sister complaining discontentedly, "Why do you talk to him so gently? He went back to enjoy life but left you here . "
"Not bad . What’s the matter?" Taking the phone in the hand, Wu Hai enjoyed the good taste of the breakfast in retrospect lazily .
"The paintings have all been sold out, including the primary painting in the main exhibition and the second best painting . " Zheng Jiawei kept silent for a while and then said tentatively .
"Are they all sold out?" Wu Hai sat up straight and revealed a serious expression .
"Yes . That painting of All Sentient Beings Passing sold for 1 . 05 million RMB higher than the other painting of Elegant Beauty . " This time, Zheng Jiawei explained to him in details .
"Who bought it?" With a frown, Yuan Zhou felt a little unhappy, not knowing why .
"The one whom we are talking about several days ago . You have also seen him . " At the other end of the phone, Zheng Jiawei described the details of the buyer .
"Ok, I got it . " As soon as Wu Hai heard that, he hung off the phone directly .
"Did he hang up the phone?" Wu Lin took a look at Zheng Jiawei who appeared helpless .
"Humm . He doesn’t seem to be happy . " While speaking, Zheng Jiawei even started to worry about Wu Hai .
"Forget it . It’s him who wants to sell it . That’s no business of yours . " Wu Lin went to sit beside Zheng Jiawei and tried to comfort him while holding his hands .
"Actually, I can tell that Hai doesn’t want to sell it . Not knowing why, however, he still decided to sell it in the end . " Zheng Jiawei sighed .


"He’s just capricious . " Wu Lin didn’t really agreed with him . She was clear that if Wu Hai didn’t want to sell, he would have thought of whatever ways to stop it . Right now, she wanted to comfort her boyfriend more .
"Lin Lin, let’s go for a meal . " Having been comforted by Wu Lin, Zheng Jiawei likewise got better . He dragged Wu Lin’s slender hand and stood up, saying that .

"Humm . " Wu Lin stood up obediently and let Zheng Jiawei guide her freely .
When the lovers were behaving sweetly, Wu Hai was nevertheless fairly dissatisfied at the other side .
After hanging off the phone, Wu Hai began to stare blankly and remembered his paintings .
When the art exhibition was in the pipeline, Wu Hai didn’t have a clear theme at the beginning . Not until he stayed for long in Yuan Zhou’s restaurant did he create this theme painting .
It was quite interesting . By the way, Wu Hai studied oil painting .
In the painting, there was only a small store with no shop sign which was surrounded by many spots at first glance . If anybody checked carefully, however, he would find the spots were actually all people . Only by a more careful observation could he discover these seemingly shadowy figures actually had their own moods . They were just like real persons of complete emotions .
Inside of the small restaurant, Yuan Zhou was clearly seen . He was busying working in the kitchen and appeared to be an earnest and great master of superb culinary skills . At the curved long table was Mu Xiaoyun who had twin tails . A kind of happiness arose spontaneously upon seeing her .
Except Wu Hai, all the regular customers were there among other customers eating inside . Anybody who was familiar with them could recognize them very easily, even if Wu Hai didn’t draw their detailed expressions out .
At the entrance, there were the conspicuous wood board on which No Trash were written, the boxer that was walking into the restaurant with wounds all over his body, the grey-haired old granny, the weird man who walked for a redundant lap around Yuan Zhou’s restaurant, the customers that lined up waiting outside, and the four tall, short, fat and thin persons who maintained order .
Of course, there was also a pretty woman in the painting . She only had a side face, but nevertheless looked fairly gentle and elegant . She was right standing at the side quietly . This meaningful scene and the dark night simply made the best of each other .
These multiple elements formed this oil painting, which looked extraordinarily harmonious . Every viewer would take himself to be one of the figures subconsciously as it would give people a feeling of warmth, happiness or delight .
"Two months’ work is sold like that . Tsk . " Wu Hai seemed to be complaining with a hint of unwillingness .
As for the other one, Wu Hai felt more dissatisfied when thinking of that .
In the other painting was a view of a woman’s back . Only by looking at the painting could one clearly tell it was a very pretty woman .
This woman was the purpose that made Zheng Jiawei specially call and tell Wu Hai about the sales .
"Forget it . Let me eat first . " After the short moment of retrospect, it happened to be the business time at noon at Yuan Zhou’s restaurant . Then, Wu Hai stood up and entered Yuan Zhou’s restaurant .
Due to all these happenings, Wu Hai didn’t look good anymore, but he himself didn’t know it .
"What’s wrong with you? Did you eat the dyestuff?" Looking at Wu Hai’s expression, Yuan Zhou asked naturally .
"Eat the dyestuff?" Wu Hai didn’t get his meaning .
"You cooked colorful dishes again by yourself . " Yuan Zhou said that with an inquiring tone, but the utterance was nevertheless quite firm .
"That’s art," Wu Hai stroked his small mustaches and declared solemnly .
"Performing arts?" Yuan Zhou was rather fashionable .
"Painter, the art of a painter . You don’t have any artistic sense," Wu Hai felt quite speechless .
"I see . But I still like cooking more," Yuan Zhou said lightly .
As they were chatting, Wu Hai looked better . Yuan Zhou didn’t answer Wu Hai every time as he was really very busy during the business hour at noon . And Wu Hai wasn’t a person who liked talking all the time, either .
"Here are your dishes . " Only when Zhou Jia carried the dishes to him was their conversation terminated .
Compared with chatting, Wu Hai liked savoring the delicacies alone more, which was the best reward of his paintings .
Regarding every regular customer, Yuan Zhou basically remembered their characteristics, more importantly, their unique taste . Nevertheless, he never spoke of that to others .
In the following days, Yuan Zhou’s restaurant ran normally every day . Originally, Yuan Zhou was a little upset at the end of every month . He was naturally unhappy to go to the tax bureau and pay the tax even if the system would offer him the red packet to make up for a part of his loss . However, it was an exception today as the latest gourmet map was going to be released .
The regulated releasing time was quite accurate . As soon as the breakfast time ended, Yuan Zhou got seated in his chair and waited silently .
Of course, Yuan Zhou also made great efforts secretly in order to make sure his mission could succeed, for example, the non-personal publicity and enquiring about how to become the landmark restaurant of delicious foods .
That wasn’t really publicity . Yuan Zhou also asked Meng Meng about that through the microblog happily . Therefore, his intention had basically been known by all .
Luckily, Yuan Zhou’s efforts were rewarded in the end .
The system displayed, "Congratulations, host . The mission is completed . "
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