When the two passed by a traditional teahouse, Kim Ji-won was attracted by the hand-made ceramics displayed at the door.

"It's very delicate," she picked up a small teacup, "Is the pattern on it hand-painted?"

The store manager came out and greeted them warmly: "Would you like to experience making ceramics? We have a special workshop for this."

Jin Zhiyuan's eyes lit up and she looked at Ouyang Guang: "Do you want to try it?"

Ouyang Guang looked at her smiling face and nodded: "Yes."

In the workshop, two people put on aprons and sat in front of the pottery throwing machine.

"Wet your hands first," the master instructed, "then gently hold the clay and feel its rotation."

Jin Zhiyuan learned quickly and soon made a decent little bowl. However, Ouyang Guang encountered difficulties because his hands were too strong and he squeezed the clay flat several times.

"Be gentle," Jin Zhiyuan couldn't help laughing, "It's not a sandbag that can withstand your pinching."

Ouyang Guang was helpless: "I'll try my best."

Finally, with the help of the master, Ouyang Guang barely finished a crooked cup. Jin Zhiyuan picked up the pen and drew a small sun on his cup and a moon on the bottom of her own bowl.

"The sun and the moon," she said with a smile, "are just a couple."

Ouyang Guang looked at the two patterns and hummed softly.

As night fell, the two came to a hidden Chaoshan beef hotpot restaurant in Gangnam District. This restaurant was recommended by Kim Seung-hyun. It is said that many Chinese like to come here and the taste is authentic.

"I've never eaten this kind of hot pot before," Jin Zhiyuan flipped through the menu curiously, "How many seconds should the meat be boiled?"

"Three to five seconds," Ouyang Guang ordered skillfully, "The breast oil needs a little longer, but the tongue only needs a quick rinse."

The steaming hot pot was about to be served. Ouyangguang was in charge of frying the meat, while Jin Zhiyuan was in charge of eating. He was very skilled, frying each piece of meat to the right degree, and then put it in her bowl.

"You eat too," Jin Zhiyuan picked up a piece of beef and handed it to his mouth, "Ah——"

Ouyang Guang was stunned for a moment, but still opened his mouth and took it obediently.

"Would you like to eat?" she asked expectantly.

"...Hmm." He lowered his head and chewed the meat, and the tips of his ears turned red again.

The recording ended late at night, and the agent drove and Ouyang Guang took Kim Ji-won home.

"I'm happy today," she said softly, standing in front of the car, "Thank you for taking me to so many places."

Ouyang Guang nodded: "Let's go somewhere else next time."

"When is the next time?"

"Soon," he promised. "I promise."

Jin Zhiyuan smiled, suddenly stepped forward, hugged him gently, and said in Chinese: "Good night, brother."

Before Ouyang Guang could react, she had already turned around and got into the car. Through the car window, he saw Jin Zhiyuan waving at him with a sly smile on her face.

After the car drove away, Ouyangguang stood where he was and touched the place where she had just hugged him. There seemed to be a faint scent of roses lingering there.

The agent came over and asked meaningfully: "Go back to the dormitory?"

"……Um."

After getting in the car, Ouyang Guang took out his cell phone and sent a message to Jin Zhiyuan:

[Tell me when you get home.]

A few seconds later, the reply came:

[I'm here, good night~]

Ouyang Guang looked at the screen, and the corners of his mouth rose unconsciously.

[Good night~]