That evening, he was once again a hot topic online. Luo Yu didn't pay much attention to his internet fame. He believed that after a while, the online craze for things like this would fade, and by then, few people would remember him. Internet celebrities are often just short-lived.
After completing the task of the competition, Luo Yu got a chance to draw a big disc, and he won an elementary calligraphy. Although it is not very useful, it can be used to practice calligraphy and cultivate one's sentiments. It is better than the intermediate musical skill.
The next day, just after dawn, a limited edition BMW parked at the gate of the community, attracting the attention of many office workers and elderly people.
Luo Yu, who had just finished breakfast, received a call from Mo Han.
"What's wrong?" Sun Minghao asked after drinking the last sip of soy milk.
Luo Yu put down the phone, "Your uncle said he would send someone to pick me up. The car is already parked at the gate of the community."
"Ah? Are you really going?" Sun Minghao asked again.
"Of course." He was just going to cook a meal, not to die, so what was there to be afraid of? Luo Yu stood up and prepared to go out, but Sun Minghao stopped him, "Wait a minute, I'll go with you. I've been hiding in your house for a few days, and it's no use hiding any longer." Sun Minghao decided to go back and surrender himself.
"It's up to you." Luo Yu looked at him deeply.
Aoyuan Garden is the most exclusive villa complex in G City, home to the wealthy and the nobility. Aoyuan Garden is further divided into mid-range and high-end areas. The villas in the mid-range area are smaller but beautifully decorated, each costing tens of millions of yuan. The villas in the high-end area are not only larger but also exquisitely decorated, each commanding a price tag exceeding 100 million yuan.
In a villa in the upscale villa area, a man wearing gold-rimmed glasses respectfully said to the tall man standing in front of the French window with his back to him, "I've picked him up, but Young Master Sun is here too."
"Yeah." The man just responded lightly.
Zhou Wenchong's cell phone rang and he quickly answered it.
"Yeah, okay." After hanging up the phone, Zhou Wenchong said to his big boss, "President, they've arrived. I'll go down to pick them up."
The man didn't respond, and Zhou Wenchong didn't care. He was used to it.
The car stopped at the door of the villa. Luo Yu and Sun Minghao got out of the car, and Zhou Wenchong immediately went to greet them.
"Welcome, Young Master Luo, Young Master Sun, the president is waiting for you."
"Stop talking nonsense and let's go." Sun Minghao glared at Zhou Wenchong and led the way in.
Sitting on a luxurious leather sofa, Sun Minghao was clearly restrained. He lowered his head, no longer possessing the defiant demeanor he had shown when facing Zhou Wenchong. Even though the man across from him hadn't said a single word, he still felt immense pressure on him.
Finally, Sun Minghao couldn't stand it anymore and said, "Uncle, I was wrong."
"What's wrong?" Mo Han's voice was filled with a hint of majesty.
"I shouldn't have been careless during training, I shouldn't have run away when I came back from leave, and I shouldn't have failed to contact my family during the time I was away." Sun Minghao admitted his mistake obediently.
Mo Han was silent for a moment, then said calmly, "They are very worried about you."
"Worried about me?" Sun Minghao snorted coldly, "Worried about me that you would let me move out and live alone. Worried about me that you wouldn't come to see me once a month. Worried about me that you wouldn't even call me during the days I ran away from home?"
Sun Minghao became more and more excited as he spoke. "My dad puts all his thoughts into his work, and my mom is busy flying around the world with her business. When have they ever cared about my existence?"
Sun Minghao has almost given up hope on his parents. They are the thorns in his heart. It's okay when he doesn't mention them, but the moment he does, his heart aches. He moved out a year ago, but they didn't stop him. He barely sees them for a month, not even a phone call. It seems they've forgotten his existence. The most outrageous thing is that they even got his birthday wrong. During the few days he stayed at Luo Yu's house, he saw how much Luo Yu's parents cared for him, and he was full of envy. The warmth and affection of an ordinary family like this is what he wants most.
"Who do you think settled the trouble you got into at school, the fights you got into outside? Who made your clothes? Who cleaned your room? Do you think your nanny knew what you liked, disliked, and were allergic to without any instruction?"
Although Luo Yu had met Mo Han several times, this was the first time he spoke so long to him.
Faced with his uncle's questioning, Sun Minghao didn't know how to answer for a moment. His heart was in a knot, and his throat seemed to be strangled, and he couldn't speak.
Mo Han continued, "Or do you think who stayed by your side all night when you were injured and sick last time, applying medicine to you, rubbing alcohol on your body to cool you down when you had a fever, and getting up early in the morning to make soup for you?"
The last time Sun Minghao was beaten, although he was saved by Luo Yu, he suffered a lot of injuries. He developed a high fever the night he went to the hospital. He always thought that the doctors and nurses were taking care of him. When he woke up, he saw the cooked soup and thought that a nurse took pity on him and made it for him.
"But even if what you said is true, so what? I moved out and they didn't ask about it. They didn't call me for a month, and they even got the date wrong on my birthday. Could this be false?" Sun Minghao raised his head and shouted, but Luo Yu noticed the lack of confidence in his tone.
"Take a look for yourself." Mo Han pulled out some documents and threw them in front of Sun Minghao.
Sun Minghao picked up the documents and saw what was inside. His expression suddenly changed. Confusion and guilt flashed across his face. His voice began to choke and tremble. "But they forgot my birthday."
"I forgot to send you that gift, so it was a few days late." Mo Han explained: "Now everything has been resolved, they are waiting for you at home."
Sun Minghao immediately jumped up and ran away without saying goodbye.
Luo Yu hadn't said a word during the entire process. He wasn't comfortable discussing other people's affairs, nor did he want to get involved. It was just that he had recently heard that a dangerous drug addict who was threatening the mayor had been apprehended, and the answer was clear to him.
"I'm hungry." Mo Han suddenly spoke, but he returned to his cold and taciturn self.
"What do you want to eat?" Luo Yu quickly got into his role.
"Breakfast." Mo Han was still concise.
"Oh." Hearing this answer is like hearing the answer "whatever". Since it's whatever, just do it casually.
Mo Han never liked crowds, so the villa had few servants. The villa's housekeeper was an elderly man named Zhou Bo, the grandfather of Mo Han's assistant, Zhou Wenchong. Zhou Bo had previously worked under Mr. Mo, but after Mo Han was born, he had taken care of him. It could be said that he had watched Mo Han grow up, treating him even better than his own grandson, Zhou Wenchong, and Mo Han respected Zhou Bo very much. According to seniority, Mo Han should have called him Uncle Zhou, but because he had been used to calling him Uncle Zhou since childhood, he had never changed.
Although Zhou Bo had a head full of white hair, he was in good spirits and always smiled at everyone, giving people a very friendly feeling. After knowing that Luo Yu was the chef invited back by Mo Han, he smiled and told Luo Yu about Mo Han's taboos.
"Young Master doesn't like the taste of garlic, onions, coriander, and celery. Oh, and he doesn't eat carrots either. Don't add vinegar to the dishes you cook, because he doesn't eat sour food. As for fruit, he only eats apples and pears, nothing else. He won't touch drinks or milk either, he only drinks tea and boiled water. The dishes for eating and serving must be sterilized three times at high temperature. When serving food, be sure to wear disposable antibacterial gloves, because Young Master is a mysophobe..." Uncle Zhou talked for a long time, and after ten minutes, he finally finished, "Okay, that's about it. Do you need any help?"
"No need." After listening to this, Luo Yu started to take action directly.
Uncle Zhou watched Luo Yu take action and then left the kitchen. As he left, he muttered, "This is really rare. The young master actually invited such a young boy back. But isn't this boy too good-looking?"
System: "That's too much! As a male, you're even pickier than a female. Host, you don't need to do this at all. If you want, I can help you transfer the restaurant's real estate ownership to your name and ensure that no one will find any problems."
Luo Yu paused while cutting the cucumber, "Conditions." Could the system be so kind?
"It doesn't need 9999, nor does it need 999. Just 99 attribute points will be enough. Now is the discount period. If you miss this opportunity, you will never get it again. Host, what are you waiting for? Make an order quickly!" The system looked expectantly with starry eyes.
"No attribute points." Luo Yu was very direct.
The system began to tempt him. "It doesn't matter. After the upgrade, this system has become more user-friendly. If the host needs it, you can borrow some attribute points in advance. For attribute points below 100, we only charge 50% interest. How about it, isn't it a great deal? Are you tempted? If so, why not act quickly!"
“…”
When did the system start lending money at high interest rates? And those slogans are outdated!
The system continued to chirp and nag, but Luo Yu remained unmoved. Breakfast for one person took less than ten minutes. He didn't put on a disposable antibacterial headgear as Uncle Zhou had instructed. Instead, he held the bottom of the porcelain plate, placed the three breakfast items in the bowl, and carried it out.
"Wait..." Seeing that Luo Yu was not wearing disposable gloves, Zhou Bo, who was standing behind Mo Han, was about to speak but was stopped by Mo Han.
Luo Yu placed the breakfast items in front of Mo Han. "Golden sandwich, double yolk ham and egg, pure soy milk. Please enjoy."
The first time Luo Yu made breakfast, he just made some simple dishes. Although Luo Yu did not wear gloves as required, there was no trace of fingerprints on the porcelain plates and bowls.
Although breakfast looked well-prepared, it was too simple. Just as Zhou Bo was waiting for Mo Han to tell him to clear the table, Mo Han actually picked up his fork and, before Zhou Bo's astonished gaze, began to eat. He even ate everything clean. Seeing Mo Han finish his meal, Luo Yu's eyes flashed with a meaningful light.
After drinking the last sip of soy milk, Mo Han stood up and said, "Come back for lunch at noon." Then he went back to the company.
Luo Yu was only responsible for making breakfast, not washing the dishes, which was naturally done by the servants. Zhou Bo's eyes changed when he looked at Luo Yu.
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