ager" Qin Heng asked.If he remembered correctly, the previous manager was a pretty nice person and didn't cause any trouble. At least when he came to eat, it was always pleasant.The manager handed Qin...Fu Yan picked up the phone, and Huo Yuan's clear and pleasant voice came over, "Yan Yan."

"Big brother." Fu Yan had no emotion.

"Did I overstep my boundaries by ordering food for your colleagues without asking you first Are they upset"

Fu Yan pinched her phone tightly, although she felt a little uncomfortable at the time, but Big Brother's intentions were good.

"I'm not angry, Big Bro did a great job. Just don't do it next time, when you treat us, I'll treat you instead. I was planning to treat everyone to a meal when I get settled."

"He mumbled 'hmm' in response, then said, 'It's fine that you're not angry. I was worried I might upset you. Also, Ah Ji brought you a snack.'"

Fu Yan turned her head, and Ajie took out a sealed box from his coat pocket. Fu Yan recognized it at once—it was bingsha, a snack from Guangcheng. It was crispy and sweet, shaped like a butterfly, beautiful and delicious.

"Thank you, big brother." Fu Yan's lips couldn't help but curl up.

Huo Yuan's low chuckle came through the phone, "Still a child at heart."

"Well, you're busy. I won't keep you long. Let's have dinner together another day."

Fu Yan gave a soft "hmm" and hung up the phone.

After Ajie left, Fu Yan browsed through the files while opening a sealed box. She took out a piece of sandpaper from inside.

The milky scent instantly filled the space between my teeth.

It's the authentic taste of Lee Kee.

She hasn't had this taste in many years.

The last time I ate there was on New Year's Eve when I was fifteen. Huo Mingzheng took me to Guangcheng.

Then he was probably going to Guangcheng for the first time. He had a black down jacket over his sportswear. That would be totally fine in Nancheng, but they were going to Guangcheng.

She had already reminded him on the plane that Guangzhou wasn't that cold, but he zipped up his down jacket, pulling the collar all the way up to bury half his face, and leaned back in his seat, closing his eyes and ignoring her.

As soon as they got off the plane, they went to Guangcheng's most bustling street, which had snacks, lanterns, crowds, fireworks, and a festive atmosphere.

After walking for a while, she noticed he had a slight sweat on his forehead and kindly reminded him again, "Why don't you take off your down jacket It's easy to catch a cold if you sweat and then get exposed to the wind."

Heaven and earth bear witness, she was trying to warn him with good intentions. As a result, he took off his down jacket and draped it over her. "Hold out your hand."

She listened to him in a daze, raised her hands, and he grabbed them, stuffing them into the sleeves of his down jacket. He did the same with her other hand, then pulled up the collar, tugging her closer to him. "Just say you're cold," he said. "I'm not going to let you freeze."

When she came to her senses, how could she possibly be cold!

Just as she was about to take off her down jacket, he warned her, "If you dare take it off, I'll leave you here."

They came by private jet. If she was left in Guangzhou, where could she buy a ticket back to Nanzheng

Of course, she obediently followed him, wearing his down jacket. Unexpectedly, the weather that had been a bit stuffy earlier was gradually turning cooler. Wearing the down jacket wasn't hot at all.

At that time, she even suspected that he had secretly checked the weather forecast in advance, otherwise how could it be such a coincidence.

Before she could even ask, she saw a long line of people outside the shop in the distance.

"Second brother, I want to eat that!" she said, tiptoeing and pointing across the street.

Before Huo Mingzheng could answer, she dashed forward, falling in at the back of the queue. She was afraid of being left behind when they returned to Guangcheng and couldn't get back to Nancheng, but she also didn't dare look back to check on him.

Ho Mingzheng was wearing a black tracksuit, a black baseball cap, and a black mask. He stood on the other side of the street, surrounded by girls who kept looking at him. He seemed to ignore them, his eyes warning her to hurry up. "It's not that you're no longer capable, it's that you're the one who is no longer capable.""Hahahahahaha..." Old Master Fu burst into laughter, laughing so hard that he had to wipe tears from the co...