The Precious Gloves
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
"So this is the alley behind the restaurant? Although it is the back alley, it is quite clean," Sun Ming observed. Usually, the back alley of a restaurant would be very dirty, but Yuan Zhou's restaurant was an exception.
"We are only a wall away from there," Yuan Zhou pointed at the skyscrapers not far away.
This gave off a feeling of separation between the rich and the poor. On the other side of the wall were numerous luxurious office buildings while at this side, the tallest buildings were the two-floor buildings. By comparison, this area did look poor.
Of course, the poor was only true before Yuan Zhou's restaurant was opened.
"Yeah, it's indeed near. Eh, isn't this Broth? So this is where you stay during day time?" Sun Ming greeted passionately the moment he saw Broth.
"Woof," Broth barked, seemingly greeting him.
"Haha, Broth is a good boy. I'll bring you some ham sausages next time," Sun Ming said happily.