The early spring sunshine was exceptionally bright, and the breeze carried the fresh fragrance of flowers, bringing a vibrant sense of life.

The restaurant staff, who had greeted each other, were full of energy and went about their duties. When the restaurant door opened... goodness, it gave the girls quite a fright.

The restaurant lights were off, and the curtains were all drawn.

Two dim, yellowish lights drifted through the restaurant.

A timid girl tugged at her companion's sleeve, her voice trembling with tears, "There's something... there's a shadowy figure over there."

Lin Man shielded the girl behind her. Having received military training since childhood, she had good night vision and could see the shadowy figures moving inside. She couldn't help but rub her forehead, her voice firm:

"Not human."

The girl became even more frightened when she heard that there were no people inside.

With a snap, the light switched on, and Lin Man rushed in, grabbing Ruan Xianxian's ear as she climbed onto the table, her voice trembling with anger.

"What's wrong? Are there thorns on all these chairs or something? You climb onto the table like a big banner. What, are you carrying two lanterns as jars?"

After being scolded, Ruan Xianxian lowered her head and her shoulders trembled.

The timid girl quickly grabbed Lin Man, "Sister Lin, stop scolding her, you've almost finished scolding her."

Looking down for a closer look, Lin Man saw that the girl was laughing so hard her shoulders were shrug. If it weren't for the inappropriate occasion, Lin Man would have loved to slap her.

Ruan Xianxian finished laughing, slowly raised her head, her eyes still wet with tears of laughter.

She loves listening to two different regional dialects.

In Northeast China, people treat cursing as a form of linguistic art, capable of creating elaborate and hierarchical expressions.

Furthermore, speaking Tianjin dialect is like performing crosstalk; without a bit of humor, you'd be embarrassed to stand in a crowd.

Lin Man, Lin Rui Cong's youngest daughter, is a native of Heilongjiang Province. Ruan Xianxian grabbed her sleeve and shook her.

"Sister Lin, dear Sister Lin, could you please just puncture the restaurant light bulbs for me?"

"Speak, what trouble are you up to now?" As the staff entered the restaurant one after another, Lin Man composed herself and sat down in a chair with a disgruntled expression.

Taking the lantern from Ruan Xianxian, she chuckled, "This little thing is quite unique!"

Suppressing a laugh, Lin Man listened to her rambling for ten minutes before raising an eyebrow. "Are you sure?"

This guy nodded vigorously. Her sister Lin was the restaurant manager. If she wanted to cause trouble... no, if she wanted to get things done, she would have to go to her.

So, the foreign guests who came to the restaurant for breakfast early in the morning noticed something was wrong. Not only were the curtains not drawn, but it was also pitch black inside.

Gradually, warm yellow candlelight illuminated the restaurant, and Lin Man flashed a professional smile revealing eight teeth, introducing the restaurant to the foreign guests in fluent English.

"Good morning, ladies and gentlemen. Today, our restaurant has prepared a special breakfast featuring local specialties. We hope you enjoy it."

The foreign guests had an indescribable strange expression. Shouldn't candlelight be for dinner? Do Chinese people prefer to light candles in the morning?

However, no one had any objections; the unchanging life in China did indeed make them yearn for something new.

People gradually took their seats.

The restaurant wasn't entirely dark; a row of small wall lamps along the walls emitted a soft glow.

Choose between North Korean cold noodles and Jiamusi hot noodles.

Adding side dishes such as beef slices and cucumber strips makes for a refreshing and appetizing breakfast.

Hot noodles, with their rich ingredients and flavorful broth, are designed to whet the appetite to the fullest extent.

There's nothing special about it. Ruan Xianxian just thinks making noodles is simple. Who would bother to make them breakfast with something different? They're just spoiled.

Soon, the foreign guests who were willing to try it agreed to choose one of the two options.

When the food was served, the foreign guests noticed that the staff were carrying small lanterns for illumination.

The various plush miniature animals and the intricately crafted Chinese knots immediately attracted the attention of most people.

Diana's eyes reddened with hearts as she rubbed the rabbit lantern with her hands, then precisely and ruthlessly spotted Ruan Xianxian slurping noodles in the crowd.

He called out in what he thought was a familiar tone, "Ruan, what is this? I really like it, can you give me some?"

Ruan Xianxian: Are you being presumptuous?

But she needed these sycophantic customers. She glanced at the lantern she was pointing to and nodded to the staff member carrying the tray.

"This is Chinese bamboo weaving craftsmanship. Beautiful Diana, of course I would like to give it to you."

Laudan, with his long legs splayed out, stared intently at Ruan Xianxian, who was still slurping her noodles with her head down. Wasn't this girl usually very talkative? Why was she so quiet now?

Can't you see that he's such a big, living person sitting here?

Diana wasn't the only one present who was interested.

Because of their status, no one else dared to ask for it, and they all planned to ask Ruan after the meal.

Diana, with her boundless curiosity, did not disappoint Ruan Xianxian. She soon unraveled the mystery inside the lantern, holding a piece of orange candy between her fingers.

In the candlelight, the white sugar clinging to the orange segments looked like crushed diamonds, sparkling and translucent.

The woman, prone to exaggeration, spoke somewhat abruptly in the hushed restaurant, "Oh! What's this? Candy?"

Ruan Xianxian smiled. This person's face is very striking; no matter what expression she makes, it doesn't look exaggerated or abrupt, but rather very beautiful. Her emerald green eyes seem to speak volumes.

"It's not just sugar, it's concentrated with the vitamins of six oranges. Five yuan can make a cup of orange-flavored soda. You can try it."

Diana tried putting the orange-segment-shaped candy in her mouth.

The first impression is sweetness. As the sugar coating slowly melts in the mouth, a sweet orange flavor quickly fills the taste buds, with a perfect blend of sour and sweet.

Her eyes lit up slightly. "What's this candy called? I can buy some to take back to China. The kids at home will definitely love it."

"Lantern candy." Ruan Xianxian blurted out. In the future, the lanterns could not only be filled with orange segment candy, but also with all kinds of hard and soft candies.

"You can buy some at the exhibition later. I believe children will love this gift that can drive away the darkness for the upcoming Halloween."

Although Halloween is still a few months away in other countries, she has already made her point clear, and the foreign guests who are talking about candy gifts should understand, right?

She chuckled to herself, then lowered her head and continued slurping her noodles, waiting for the fish to bite the hook.

She had trained these foreign guests to react instinctively; when she launched into a long speech, it meant she was definitely trying to sell something again.

This quiet reaction made everyone feel somewhat uncomfortable.

Before he could see, Jeremiah, who couldn't sit still, had already run over with his plate, sat down opposite him, and his eyes were shining like a puppy's:

"Ruan, is that the orange segment candy you recommended to me? Although the taste isn't great, the packaging is so unique, I want it."

Watching him struggle to eat the soup noodles with a fork, Ruan Xianxian nodded generously, "Okay! When we get to the exhibition later, I'll take you to sign the contract."

Jeremiah's eyes widened. "I haven't even said I need to sign a contract before ordering? Didn't you hear me say I wasn't satisfied with the taste?"

Ruan Xianxian calmly finished the last piece of beef, put down her chopsticks, looked up, and said, "Your taste doesn't represent everyone's."

"At least 800 million of China's 900 million people like it. Are you trying to be cute or nitpick?"