Bab 919: Internet Crisis

"Stop talking so much. Come down, it's something good," Yuan Zhou said, shutting Wu Hai's grumbling mouth.

"Something good? Are you making something good for me to eat? Yes, I shall not walk away from this honor," Wu Hai started running.

When Wu Hai reached, Yuan Zhou saw that he was still dressed in blue long sleeves shirt and a pair of sandals. His hair was somewhat long, yet his mustache was still trimmed neatly. He was gazing at Yuan Zhou expectantly.

"No new dishes, but you will get to eat free food," Yuan Zhou said in deadly earnest.

"You will actually let me eat for free?" Wu Hai eyed Yuan Zhou suspiciously. It was obvious he did not trust those words.

One could not blame Wu Hai for this. Each time he ate Yuan Zhou's food, he would have to either pay with cash or work hard for it. He had never enjoyed any free food from Yuan Zhou.

And thus, he was greatly suspicious of Yuan Zhou's motive.