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What Wang Hao got was the last number. When entering the store, no one was waiting in line outside. This is also the purpose of the number machine. .

With it, diners will not expect to have a copy, so they will not wait.

"Hello, what do you want to eat?" Zhou Hao asked as he entered the door.

"Well, clear noodle soup, just let it." Wang stunned, and this was answered.

"Okay, we are here to pay the food first, your total is 268, plus 20 welcome packages, a total of 288, thank you for your patronage." Zhou Jia said with a smile.

"You can transfer money." Wang Hao asked.

"Of course." Zhou Jia nodded.

"Okay, I turned." Wang Hao swept the two-dimensional code indicated by Zhou Jia, and then said.

"Already received, your meal will come soon." Zhou Jia finished, immediately reported to Yuanzhou.

"It's really different." Wang Hao sat down, and some felt uncomfortable.

However, about five minutes, Zhou Jia came over again and put on his clear noodle soup. Of course, he still welcomed the package.

"Thank you." Wang Hao said habitually.

"You're welcome." Zhou Jia's polite reply.

Then Wang Hao bowed his head and began to eat up. The noodles were delicious. It felt better than Ma Zhida’s description. Wang Hao was immersed in the delicious food, but after eating for a while, Wang Hao suddenly stopped and listened. a bit.

I found that there was nothing in the store. Only the voice of the diners was noisy and warm, but there was nothing else.

This time, Wang Hao is even more awkward in his heart.

When he used to eat the four fresh rice noodles, the fat boss would not ask for a transfer. He liked cash. He said thank you. The fat boss would say "Xie, the old customer."

These make him feel familiar and feel at ease.

As for the subconscious stop to listen, it is because at this time, there will always be a pair of mother and child.

Sometimes the mother reprimanded her son, and sometimes praised him, but she always had a loud voice, and she could not wait for everyone in the alley to hear it.

Wang Hao was not used to it from the beginning, but he was not used to it. The time was only one year.

"It's really not the same." Wang Hao looked at the delicious noodles in the bowl and suddenly smiled.

However, this time I ate a little slower and began to taste fine, and the words of other people in the store slowly fell into the ear.

"Screaming." Wang Hao took a bite.

When Ma Wei was eating noodles, Ma Zhida did not come. He knew that the thing that Yuan boss did was the least disliked, but when Wang Hao finished eating, he came over.

"How, how, is it delicious to the tongue and want to swallow it." Ma Zhida asked Wang Hao's shoulder.

"It's really delicious." Wang Hao warmed his nod.

"I believe my words now." Ma Zhida proudly smiled.

"Well, it's a bit awkward." Wang Hao nodded and said.

"Awkward?" Ma Zhida did not quite understand what it meant.

"Nothing, but it is quite familiar." Wang Xiao smiled and added.

"What is messy, delicious, just go, go back to lunch break." Ma Zhida went to the company with Wang Hao's shoulder.

"Thank you." Wang Hao suddenly said.

"Hey, hesitant, don't go back." Ma Zhida stunned his arm and said generously.

"Haha, too, then I will invite you to dinner next time." Wang Hao also reacted and said immediately.

"What next time, tomorrow, tomorrow, you will ask me at noon." Ma Zhida immediately hit the snake with the stick.

"Yes." Wang Hao nodded briefly.

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

He naturally didn't know what Wang Hao thanked, and even Wang Hao himself was a bit unclear.

Far away from the Modu, a small, friend-to-friend gathering is taking place in a two-story room on the top floor of the Joyful Community.

The reason is that the owner of the house took a picture, a painting by Wuhai.

"Look, this use of gray tones brings out this kind of artistic conception." The painter's face is excited to explain the painting hanging in the center.

The painting was in the early morning, a man dressed in sportswear running on a quiet little street, with fuzzy treatments on the side of the street, and a row of low-rise houses on the other side. One of the shops with no signboards was the most clearly.

The running man is just a back, looks serious in running, and his front is smeared with a very bright white, like the dawn of rising sun, like the last afterglow of the sun.

"Do you talk about whether this painting is morning or evening?" The master of the painting asked mysteriously.

"I think it's night, there are people at this time, but the painter deliberately draws only one person, which seems more artistic."

"No, no, it is clear in the morning, and in the morning, there is a feeling of being alive."

"I don't think you are right. It feels like there is no time. That light may be misleading. It should be more serious."

The crowd began to guess.

The master of painting, obviously with a proud expression, is showing off, after all, he has asked Wu Hai himself, although Wu Hai did not say anything.

Just as everyone was tempted to guess, a woman in a silky champagne dress was holding a glass of wine, standing alone in an inconspicuous corner, holding a decorative hand bag in her hand.

A woman looks good, but she has a gentle and calm temperament that makes people very comfortable.

"These people really understand." Seeing that everyone is getting more and more outrageous, the woman's face shows helpless smile.

"However, Wu Hai’s painting skills seem to have improved a lot.” The woman’s face was full of emotion.

The "tread" high-heeled shoes tapped the crisp sound on the light-stained floor tiles, and the woman came to the balcony alone.

Of course she did not forget to bring her coat, knowing that it is still cold outside.

Picking up the phone, the woman dialed the phone directly from Wuhai.

Wuhai, a thousand miles away, was lying on the sofa in the studio. It was just delicious, he was slowly digesting it.

"Dangdang..." A symphony of Beethoven's passionate destiny came.

Wuhai reached out and picked up the phone. When he saw the name, he subconsciously touched his beard, and then he picked up the phone.

"Hey, busy people, how do you have time to find me." Wuhai's tone is relaxed and casual.

"I saw your painting." The woman's voice was pleasing.

"Which painting?" Wuhai did not understand the eyebrows.

"The runner is very good." The woman said the name.

"Oh, that one, it's really good, I am very satisfied." Wuhai suddenly remembered the picture.

This is when he opened the window in the early morning and saw that Yuanzhou was jogging, and then painted it. After painting, he felt very happy.

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