My success is all about dog food

Chapter 3 Why Are You Wearing My Clothes
Zhao Yun sat lightly on the chair, holding the bun with both hands, biting into bites, as if he was thinking about something.

Lu An went straight to the back kitchen and started tidying up.

"Uncle!" Zhao Yunqing suddenly shouted to Lu An from the front.

"What's the matter?" Lu An came out of the back kitchen, and saw Zhao Yunqing standing in front of him.

After washing off the dust on the face, the skin looked very fair, and the eyebrows and eyes were curved with a smile, looking very soft.

Maybe it doesn't look like that kind of stunning beauty at first glance, but upon closer inspection, it is very interesting.

"Uncle, can you lend me your mobile phone?"

"What? I figured it out, are you going to call home?" Lu An unlocked his phone from his pocket and handed it to Zhao Yunqing.

"No, they don't agree with me being with Wang Jiale, so I won't go back!" Zhao Yunqing said stubbornly, with determination in his eyes.

"Then if you don't contact them, if they agree, you won't know."

When Zhao Yunqing heard this, he was stunned.

It seems to be the case.

No, no, I was confused by the uncle.

With the ability of my parents, if I really agree, even if I can't find myself, I can let myself see it.

"So, do you want to call your parents?" Lu An continued to ask from the side.

"No." Zhao Yun shook his head lightly and said, "I want to call my boyfriend and ask him to pick me up."

After finishing speaking, he quickly dialed a phone number that he had memorized fluently.

"Hello, the number you dialed is temporarily unanswered, please..."

Lu An, who was standing beside him, could hear the cold voice clearly.

Zhao Yunqing's face was full of loss visible to the naked eye.

"Oh." Lu An sighed in his heart and said, "Maybe he doesn't answer calls from strangers. You can send him a text message and ask him to come over."

"Well, thank you for your reminder, uncle." Zhao Yunqing's eyes lit up when he heard this.

"Uncle, I asked him to contact your mobile phone number, is it alright?" Zhao Yun asked Lu An while lowering his head to edit the text message.

"Okay, anyway, you can stay with me for the time being." Lu An naturally had no objection.

"Uncle, you are so kind."

[Reminder: Zhao Yunqing is happy, the script progress of "The Shawshank Redemption" has increased by 5.00% (current progress: 45%)]

Seeing this reminder, Lu An said silently in his heart: You are also fine.

"Uncle, if you have a call or a text message, you must tell me as soon as possible." When Zhao Yunqing returned the phone to Lu An, he entrusted him seriously.

"Don't worry." Lu An took the phone, and then asked: "Aren't you going to call home?"

Zhao Yunqing hesitated for a moment, but finally shook his head.

Seeing this, Lu An had no other choice. After all, he didn't have the phone number of Zhao Yunqing's parents.

"Okay, you sit here, I'll clean up." Lu An said lightly to Zhao Yun, and then went back into the back kitchen to start tidying up.

Lu An was busy in the back kitchen by himself and started to tidy up.

"Uncle." Zhao Yunqing didn't know when he got in, stood behind Lu An and asked, "Is there anything I can do to help? After all, I can't live here for nothing."

Lu An thought for a while and said, "Then you can clean the table and chairs for me."

"Okay, don't worry, uncle." Zhao Yunqing said excitedly, then turned around and left.

[Reminder: Zhao Yunqing is happy, the script progress of "The Shawshank Redemption" has increased by 5.00% (current progress: 50%)]

Seeing this reminder, although Lu An was very happy, he was also a little strange.

Are you happy to let her work?
Everything was packed and ready, and it was almost eleven o'clock. At this time, the noodle shop ushered in the first customer.

When Lu An stood up and was about to greet him, he didn't expect Zhao Yunqing to bounce up first.

He welcomed the guest in with a smiling face, and at the same time asked attentively: "Hi, what would you like to eat?"

The regular customers who came in suddenly saw a strange person jumping in front of them, thinking that they had entered the wrong store.

Glancing at Lu An who was sitting behind, he smiled and said, "Boss, I hired a waiter."

"No, relative's child, come and help me for a few days." Lu An got up and casually said, and then asked: "Old rules?"

"Ah."

Lu An got into the back kitchen and began to prepare meals for regular customers.

It's just that when Zhao Yunqing saw this scene, he pouted a little unhappy, feeling a little sad that he didn't have a chance to show himself.

Soon, Lu An placed the fried noodles requested by regular customers on the small table between the back kitchen and the dining table.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Yunqing quickly stepped forward and served the fried noodles to the guests.

Seeing this scene, Lu An suddenly felt that the existence of Zhao Yunqing was also very good.

After the first guest came in, it was as if a certain switch was turned on, and the guests came in one by one.

Lu An was also very familiar with these guests. When he saw a familiar face, he asked "Old rules?" and got into the kitchen to get busy.

For these regular customers, Zhao Yunqing couldn't even say "What do you want?", not to mention how sad he was.

It was just after one o'clock, when there were only one or two people in the store, Lu An waved to Zhao Yun lightly.

"Uncle, what's the matter?" Zhao Yunqing ran over energetically, hoping in his heart that Lu An would give him some instructions.

In this way, when I live here, I won't feel so guilty.

"There are fewer customers now, let me ask what you want to eat?"

"It will be all right."

"Okay, then I'll make you fried noodles with eggs."

A very busy day has passed...

At around ten o'clock in the evening, Lu An and Zhao Yunqing were sitting in the hall.

"Uncle, haven't you called or texted yet?"

"No." Lu An shook his head, although he really didn't want to say such an answer, but there was nothing he could do.

Zhao Yunqing's expression turned into disappointment visible to the naked eye.

"Maybe he's busy today and didn't see him." Lu An comforted Zhao Yun gently.

"En." Zhao Yun replied in a low voice.

Lu An sighed, not knowing how to continue to comfort Zhao Yunqing.

"Hey, Yunqing, do you own the short sleeves on your body?" Lu An realized that the short sleeves Zhao Yunqing was wearing seemed familiar.

"Hehe, yes." Zhao Yun raised his face lightly and said with a smug smile, "My previous clothes were dirty, so I found uncle's clothes and put them on.

How about it, this is the most neutral one I deliberately picked. "

　Ask for recommendation, ask for collection!

　　No internal investment, invest cautiously.

　　


(End of this chapter)