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Since the thief had fainted, they couldn't ask any questions. The two police officers, one old and one young, could only grab the thief and leave.     

"If there's anything else, we'll look for Mr. Wu." The young policeman said seriously.     

"No need. Zheng Jiawei will go to the police station later." Wu Hai shook his head and then said.     

As it was related to Wu Hai, Zheng Jiawei would naturally deal with it personally.     

"Alright," he said. The older policeman nodded and then urged the younger policeman to leave.     

As soon as the police left, the surrounding crowd didn't leave. They started to talk to Yuan Zhou and Wu Hai one after another.     

"Boss Yuan, you have to be careful. Although the target this time isn't you, you can't be in danger. If you encounter a thief, you must not go alone." The middle-aged woman said with an earnest expression.     

"Yes, yes, yes. And so is painter Wu. You are all young people who don't know how to deal with these thieves. Remember to call for help when the time comes." Director Wu patted his chest and said with a serious face.     

"Thank you," he said. Yuan Zhou nodded his head and thanked him earnestly.     

At the side, Wu Hai also nodded his head.     

Seeing that the two of them had agreed, the neighbors began to discuss something else.     

"I'll have to trouble everyone today. I'll go back and prepare the ingredients first. " Yuan Zhou looked at the bright sky and then said.     

"Yes, yes, yes. It's getting late. I don't want to delay boss Yuan's opening." Director Wu nodded and then urged the crowd to disperse.     

The prosperity of the street was closely related to Yuan Zhou's restaurant. Therefore, the crowd dispersed as soon as they heard that Yuan Zhou was going to open his restaurant.     

"Ha." Wu Hai opened his mouth widely and yawned. Then, he turned around and went upstairs.     

It was obvious that he was preparing to go back to sleep.     

Yuan Zhou walked into his restaurant and didn't close the door. He directly went upstairs to wash up and then went downstairs again to prepare the ingredients for breakfast.     

"I didn't exercise today, so I'll run at night." Yuan Zhou thought inwardly before opening the cabinet.     

"But now that the weather is getting hot, we should eat something cool." While saying that, Yuan Zhou turned his wrist and opened the cabinet beside him.     

The words "wheat flour" were written on the cabinet in bold font.     

It was a special breakfast that Yuan Zhou had never prepared in the morning before. It was the side dish of the Sichuan cuisine, the shredded chicken cold noodles.     

"There's still an hour and forty-eight minutes before the opening. We can make it. " Yuan Zhou took a look at the clock on the wall and calculated the time spent for each step secretly.     

"One hundred cold noodles. We have to start quickly." Yuan Zhou started to knead the dough.     

Of course, the wheat flour provided by the system was of the best quality. When it was being kneaded, only a slight fragrance of wheat was emitted.     

After making the dough, Yuan Zhou started to knead it. His kneading technique was very special. The more he kneaded, the lighter the wheat fragrance in the flour and the smoother the dough became.     

Moreover, Yuan Zhou's hands, the chopping board and the dough were all as smooth as new and as white as Jade.     

When the kneaded dough was put aside to be reawakened, Yuan Zhou began to do other preparation work.     

Since it was called shredded chicken cold noodles, the shredded chicken was also very important. However, this time, there was only one requirement for the shredded chicken, and that was to be fresh. The fresher, the better.     

Therefore, the first dish Yuan Zhou prepared was not the shredded chicken but the green bean sprouts.     

The raw material of green bean sprouts was green beans, and green beans had been sprouted and eaten for more than a thousand years in China. There were also records of it in the list of herbs.     

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