She seemed to have said something, but then again, she seemed not to have said anything at all.
Jiang Sheng was completely bewildered, her big eyes filled with confusion.
Zheng Ruqian coughed twice and changed the subject, "There aren't many pastries left today, Auntie, why don't you take them and distribute them to everyone?"
Clearing out the pastries means closing the shop for a break.
Miao Zhaoying was overjoyed. She quickly tidied up the place, even wiping the bluestone floor, before leaving with Daya.
Jiang Sheng and Zheng Ruqian locked the main gate and drove to the second courtyard.
As soon as he turned the corner, Jiang San spotted someone standing at the door. He slowed down and informed his masters.
"It looks like Aunt Zhang and the head chef," Jiang Si muttered.
It's true that you can't talk about people during the day, and you can't talk about ghosts at night.
Zheng Ruqian was frowning when Jiang Sheng stuck her head out and craned her neck to look.
The head chef still had his round little belly, and his face, soaked with smoke, looked less oily and strangely more handsome.
Zhang Xianglian remained the same as always, except for a hint of embarrassment and annoyance on her face, as if the head chef had said something.
"Xianglian, don't be angry. I didn't mean it. I just..." The head chef stammered at the crucial moment, "I just... I just thought, very good, you are very good."
“I know you’ve said it many times,” Zhang Xianglian said softly. “Is there anything else? If not, I need to go back and cook for the children.”
She turned to leave, and the head chef hurriedly reached out to pull her back, but then pulled away as if he had been electrocuted.
"Xianglian, my dear sister." His voice trembled with tears. "Don't you really know what I mean? It's been so long, so very long."
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