Yang Sheng went to Youji Restaurant early in the morning.
Although he had expended a lot of energy, his blood and qi were strong, so he recovered easily.
Chen You was recuperating at home, not at Youji Restaurant, and Yang Sheng seemed to have forgotten to ask Chen You which floor his apartment was on.
Chen You always took the elevator upstairs by himself, while Yang Sheng went downstairs.
"Acheng, make me a plate of beef noodles." Yang Sheng went to greet Acheng, the employee at Youji.
Acheng nodded with a sheepish grin.
Actually, Acheng was just a little slow to react; he wasn't as stupid as Chen You said.
Moreover, Acheng had secretly learned quite a few dishes, but Chen You was too fixated on glutinous rice and wouldn't let him cook anything else.
Only when Chen You wasn't arou
