The cuteness was so irresistible that Jane Sampson really felt the urge to pinch the young girlâs cheeks.
"Sister, youâre a star, arenât you? Iâve seen you on TV!" The young girl seemed thrilled, having discovered a little secret, "My daddy is a star too!"
It was only after the young girl said this that Jane Sampson took a closer look at the father she had overlooked. With one glance, she recognized him.
"Shirley..." Seeing Shirley Young gesture to her with a âshhâ sign, Jane Sampson changed the latter part of her call to a more respectful title, "Teacher."
Jane Sampson really couldnât imagine a well-known actor like Shirley Young eating in a small shop like this with his daughter, especially since he was dressed very down-to-earth, wearing a tracksuit just like those out for early morning exercise.
However, his face was still very recognizable, and what surprised Jane Sampson was that Shirley Young was sitting in this corner, yet not a single other patron in the shop seemed to notice him.
"Sit down." Shirley Young smiled at Jane Sampson.
But probably because he often played serious roles, his presence still felt as authoritative to Jane Sampson as it did on the screen.
Jane Sampson knew Shirley Young because of his fame, so after sitting down, she politely introduced herself.
Shirley Young listened intently to Jane Sampson introducing herself, even setting down his chopsticks. After she finished speaking, he smiled and said, "Actually, I know you. Iâve signed up for Director Wilsonâs new drama, so we will be collaborating soon."
"Are you the male lead?" Jane Sampson asked.
Given Shirley Youngâs position, it could only be the male lead, so Jane Sampson felt her question was rather silly.
"I am not that much older than you, so you donât have to keep using âyouâ in such a respectful way," Shirley Young said to Jane Sampson with some resignation.
The young girl vigorously nodded at his side, "Mom says dad doesnât like it when people make him feel old."
The corners of Jane Sampsonâs mouth twitched imperceptibly. To be honest, without the young girlâs explanation, she hadnât realized that Shirley Young felt that being addressed with âyouâ made him feel old.
The little miss was truly daddyâs little padded jacket.
"The little miss is so cute." Jane Sampson happily complimented, and still reached out to pinch the little lassâs round, chubby cheeks, which felt just as good as she imagined.
"Thank you for the compliment, sister!" The young girl smiled with a pair of twinkling, watery eyes.
Although Jane Sampson hadnât heard when Shirley Young got married or that he already had such a grown daughter, they werenât old friends close enough for private matters, so it was not her place to pry.
In their circle, actors secretly getting married and having children was nothing unusual.
"Having breakfast so early, do you live nearby too?" Shirley Young struck up a conversation with Jane Sampson.
"Yes, just next to Central Sea." Jane Sampson did not see any reason to keep her whereabouts a secret.
"So sister and we are neighbors!" The young girlâs eyes lit up, "We also live here! We are in Building No. 9, which building are you in, sister?"
"No. 5." It turned out to be quite the surprise. The residential community was large and buildings No. 9 and No. 5 were some distance apart, which explained why she had lived here for so long without ever running into Shirley Young.
"Itâs indeed quite a coincidence. We should invite you over to our house some time," Shirley Young smiled, then patted his daughterâs head, and said to Jane Sampson, "My daughterâs mother is a teacher, loves to sleep in, so she didnât come down for the morning exercise."