Tongtong knocked on the stall partition:
"Is anyone in the next one? Hellooo!"
Jun Qingmeng jumped. â??? Are you kidding me? Iâm peeing here!â
She recognized the voice. It was Tongtong, with her sweet, childish tone.
She grabbed some toilet paper and asked while wiping herself:
"What is it, Tongtong?"
"Teacher Qingmeng, my daddy opened a food shop, and he wants to invite you over for dinner."
"Ahâ! But doesnât your dad usually have to take care of you? How did he find time to open a shop?"
"Sigh~" Tongtong let out a fake, mournful sigh.
"Itâs a long story, a very long story!"
"So are you coming or not, Teacher!"
Jun Qingmengâs expression was odd. âWhere did she even learn to talk like that...â
Still, she really did want to spend some time alone with Jiang Liu.
She just hadnât had the chance.
"Alright. Since your dad invited me, shall we go together tonight?"
"Hee hee, okay!"
"Teacher Qingmeng, my daddy only knows how to make buns right now. Please donât be disappointed, okay~"
"Donât worry, Tongtong. I wonât be disappointed no matter what your dad makes."
"Hee hee!"
Tongtong revealed her small, triumphant canine teeth.
Jun Qingmeng thought to herself, âWhy is Jiang Liu making buns? Didnât he study architecture... Theyâre not going to be super, super disgusting, are they...â
âIf thatâs the case...â
The two of them came out and washed their hands together.
In the classroom, a group of children sat in neat rows, eating fruit and small bread rolls.
"Next, weâre going to learn how to draw a little doggy..."
"Come on, first draw a circle, then another circle..."
On her drawing board, Jun Qingmeng quickly sketched a simple, cute pug.
"Wow! The teacherâs drawing is so good."
"Holy crap! That dog looks like my dad," a misbehaving boy yelled.
"Youâre lying! It totally looks like *my* dad!"
ăHalf an hour later.ă
It was time for free drawing.
Jun Qingmeng rubbed her sore wrist.
She walked to a quiet corner, plopped down on the slide, and took out her phone to open WeChat.
She opened her chat with Guo Jia, her roommate and best friend.
Jun Qingmeng: "Donât wait for me for dinner tonight. Make your own plans, I have something on."
Guo Jia: "[Confused] What for? Werenât we supposed to get hot pot? How can you be so fickle? [Unhappy]"
Jun Qingmeng: "He... asked me to dinner. Tonight!"
Guo Jia: "Ah, âheâ? Who? Uh, donât tell me... is it that senior from university?"
Jun Qingmeng: "Yeah. Jiang Liu."
Guo Jia: "[Stunned] Isnât he married? Whyâs he asking you out? Holy shit, youâre not going to be the other woman, are you?"
Guo Jia: "[Shocked]"
Jun Qingmeng: "Heâs divorced!"
Guo Jia: "???"
Guo Jia: "Did you do it?"
Jun Qingmeng: "[Cleaver] Am I that kind of person?"
Guo Jia: "Drop the question mark!"
Guo Jia: "I donât know what to say to you. I really donât think heâs good enough for you. Your dad is the big boss of a publicly listed pharmaceutical company, for crying out loud. I canât for the life of me figure out why youâd fall for him."
Both she and Jun Qingmeng couldnât stand the strict rules at home and had run away to live on their own.
Jun Qingmeng: "Iâm a romantic. As long as I like him, thatâs all that matters. Iâll get mad if you keep talking like this!"
Guo Jia: "Fine, fine. I canât be bothered to argue with you. Just donât regret it. And also, send me real-time updates on you twoâs progress. Iâll help you analyze the situation. Got it?"
Jun Qingmeng turned off her phone.
She sat alone on the slide, watching the distant clouds.
An inexplicable nervousness grew in her heart.
She bit her rosy lip.
When she heard Jiang Liu was divorced yesterday, her heart had been in such turmoil that she couldnât sleep all night.
And today, heâd actually asked her out.
âIsnât this a little too fast...â
âDoes Jiang Liu... want to be with me?â
âShould I be more forward? But a girl should be reserved.â
Jun Qingmeng was caught in an internal struggle.
...
ă8:30 a.m.ă
The streets were getting more crowded. Most people headed to work around this time.
There were also grandpas and grandmas out walking their dogs.
In the back kitchen, Jiang Liu was mixing filling on the counter.
The dough was already kneaded and left to rise in the back kitchen.
He was now preparing enough filling for eight hundred buns.
ăOutside the shop.ă
A group of seven girls, all of different shapes and sizes, walked into the shop together.
"Yeah, this is it. Worldâs Number Two Foodie Shop."
"This is where Lingling bought that bun, right?"
"Thatâs right, this is the place. She sent me a picture."
"I got to try a bite this morning, and I nearly died from the craving! Now Iâm going to eat my fill!"
They were all nurses who had just gotten off the night shift.
This morning, they had been lucky enough to get a taste of the bun Wu Lingling had brought, and they had nearly cried.
It was because they felt like theyâd been eating for all these years for nothing.
Thinking back on it now, all they had eaten before was utter garbage!
Chirping like a flock of birds, the girls looked up and saw the blackboard hanging on the wall.
[Chive and Egg Bun: 2 Yuan. Three-Delicacy Bun: 2 Yuan. Pork and Scallion Bun: 2 Yuan. Shrimp and Corn Bun: 5 Yuan. Prices are per bun.]
"Wow, itâs really not expensive! Thatâs great. I canât believe buns this delicious are so affordable."
"When I first tasted that bun, from the flavor alone, I thought I wouldnât be able to afford it."
"Come on, letâs go Dutch! Weâre eating our fill today!"
"Whereâs the owner? Owner?"
The girls chattered away, looking left and right.
Hearing the noise outside, Jiang Liu put down his work and came out from the back kitchen.
Seeing a sudden crowd of customers, he was ecstatic.
"Hello, everyone. Are you here for some buns?"
His smile was as bright as sunshine, so handsome it was criminal.
The girlsâ eyes lit up.
One of the girls whispered to another from the back, "This owner is so handsome. Lingling didnât even tell us. Sheâs definitely got something in mind for him."
"I think that handsome guy is looking at me."
"Aiya, I would have put on makeup if Iâd known."
Jiang Liu rolled his eyes.
A curvaceous girl in a short skirt pointed at the blackboard and said:
"Yeah, owner, give us the works. Start us off with fifteen of each type of bun!"
Jiang Liuâs heart skipped a beat. This was a big order.
His prices might look cheap, but his profit margin was still huge.
This one order would earn him over a hundred yuan!
"Alright, please have a seat. Iâll bring them right over."
"Owner, do you have any water? Iâm soooo thirsty."
Jiang Liu was speechless. He pointed to the stainless steel hot water dispenser. "Help yourself. The teapot and disposable cups are right next to it."
"Oh! Okay."
Just then, one of the girls noticed a red metal box on the counter.
"Whatâs this?"
She walked over curiously and read the sign: "Care Package Box. Due to this shopâs meager profits, the owner may decide to skip town at any moment. If you wish to persuade him to stay, please show a little love. Thank you!"
Below it, there was not only a QR code but also a card machine on the counter beside it.
"Ah, this shop just opened, and heâs already planning to close?"
"The owner said it himself, meager profits. Heâs not running a charity."
"If the food is good, we should show the owner some love. We canât let him close down."
"I think thatâs a great idea. If these delicious buns disappear, I would literally die!"
"So if we âshow the owner our loveâ often, does that mean weâre indirectly keeping him as a sugar baby? Haha."