Yet it felt remarkably similar to the food served in the Grand Palace.

Meng Yan picked out some caviar, spread it on a slice of bread, and handed it to her. She looked at it; this kind of caviar was also available at the Grand Palace, but ingredients from the palace could not possibly be found in such a small shop.

“Meng Yan,” she looked up at him, hesitated for a moment, and then asked, “What is the background of this shop?”

"What's wrong?"

"Hmm... the food is delicious, and it's also very mysterious."

Meng Yan smiled and said, "If you like the food, eat more. If you want to come again next time, I'll make a reservation for you in advance."

Huo Jiayuan didn't ask any further questions; she told herself not to overthink it.

After all, Meng Yan was unfamiliar with this place, so it was impossible for a shop to just appear out of thin air.

As he had said, he accompanied her wherever she wanted to go that afternoon. Southeast Asia is a beautiful place with many attractions, and since there were fewer tourists at that time, they could enjoy themselves to the fullest.

The last location was suggested by Huo Jiayuan; it was in the back mountain to the south.

It was already evening, dusk was falling, and the light was gradually dimming.

Meng Yan patted her head. "It's getting late. I'd better take you home as soon as possible."

"No," she hugged him, "I still have a surprise for you."

"surprise?"

Huo Jiayuan laughed.

She had prepared this area on the back mountain in advance. She clapped her hands, and the night sky was instantly illuminated by dazzling fireworks in a riot of colors.

The flowers were in full bloom, a truly magnificent sight.

"I designed all of these!" Huo Jiayuan said like a child waiting for praise. "Aren't they beautiful?"

Meng Yan stared blankly at the sky.

The light from the burning fireworks shone on his face... like stray bullets whizzing past his ears.

The sound of fireworks was not romantic; it was the roar of demons, dragging him back to the battlefield where blood flowed like rivers…

"Meng Yan?" Huo Jiayuan looked at his pale face. "Meng Yan, what's wrong with you!"