Zheng Song, who had just stood up, saw this loving scene and his eyelids twitched. He felt like a dog walking peacefully down the street when someone suddenly kicked him hard.

He stepped forward, picked up the wrapped mung bean cake, hung it on his bicycle, and was about to leave.

"Hey, I haven't paid yet!"

Qin Zheng grabbed his old bicycle.

Zheng Song was furious. He reached into his pocket, pulled out a wad of cash, and threw it all at Qin Zheng's lap, one cent and one yuan at a time. "Here, here, it's all yours, okay?"

"Qin Zheng, it's just a few pieces of mung bean cake."

Ye Yun picked up the money with a smile.

Qin Zheng stubbornly said, "No, one thing at a time. You worked so hard to make this. If he wants to get it for free, I'll make it for him myself another day."

"Please have mercy, I'm afraid you'll poison me!"

Zheng Song scoffed.

Ye Yun couldn't help but chuckle, "I didn't know you could be so sharp-tongued when you're talking back."

She symbolically took two yuan from a wad of cash, then rolled up the rest and stuffed it into Zheng Song's breast pocket. "Just give me the cost price. But why did you suddenly buy so many mung bean cakes?"

As far as she knew, Zheng Song only had himself and his mother in his family.

When Zheng Song mentioned this, he scratched the back of his head impatiently: "It's all because of my mother. She insisted on making me go to meet other girls, and she wouldn't let me go empty-handed. I thought I didn't have anything to buy, so I just took some mung bean cakes to show my appreciation."

Ye Yun suddenly realized.

Upon hearing the sensitive word "blind date," Tian Xiaohui curiously turned to look at Zheng Song. She, too, had recently been pressured by her mother to go on blind dates...