Being alone is great; you won't be plagued by worries and anxieties.
Rong Bing kept telling herself this, but why did she feel empty inside when she had free time?
The early autumn sun shone on the woman's face, dividing it into two parts, one light and one shadow.
The employees of the office building next door, who were taking a lunch break, came out for a walk after finishing their meal. As they passed the coffee shop, they saw a strange woman sitting in the small garden in front of the shop.
The sunlight bathed her in a golden glow as she sat motionless, gazing into the distance, radiating a serene and peaceful aura.
The man unconsciously stepped forward, stopping two meters away from Rong Bing. The woman looked into the distance, while the man looked at her.
Zhou Luo parked her car in the basement parking lot. After coming up the stairs, she saw Rong Bing at a glance, but fortunately Rong Bing didn't see her.
The woman immediately stepped back: "Rongrong, why is Rong Bing at the coffee shop?"
“She’s there every day, working there.” Zhao Rong had met Rong Bing a few times.
"Huh?" Before Zhao Rong could hear what she was saying, Zhou Luo turned around. "Rongrong, I'll wait for you in the car. I don't want her to ruin my good mood. Remember, whatever you do, don't let her know that you know me."
After saying that, he ran off into the garage.
Zhao Rong sighed and went to the coffee shop by herself.
Ye Jianming was having lunch.
Hearing the welcome greeting, I looked up and saw it was that customer who had been a regular customer lately.
He put down his chopsticks, wiped his mouth, and greeted them, "Hello, welcome."
"Hello, the boss is eating. You eat first, I'll sit for a while." Zhao Rong sat down in her usual spot.
"It's alright. I'll make you some first, the usual way?" Ye Jianming asked.
"Okay, thank you." The woman pretended to be playing on her phone, but secretly filmed Ye Jianming making coffee.
Unlike before, this time she asked for it to be packed up.
After receiving the coffee, Zhao Rong said, "Let's go, boss, see you tomorrow."
"See you tomorrow?" Ye Jianming took a while to realize what the lady meant.
The coffee shop has many frequent customers, but I don't think I've ever seen someone come every day, rain or shine.
Ye Jianming seemed to sense something different.
However, he didn't think about it too deeply.
Zhou Luo sat in the car and saw Zhao Rong walking towards him with a big smile through the car window.
He was holding two cups of coffee.
She started the car.
Zhao Rong sat in the passenger seat: "He seems to remember me. Today he asked me if it was the usual routine."
"You're this happy just because someone remembers you? Rongrong, you're serious this time."
"Yeah." Zhao Rong didn't deny that her feelings for Ye Jianming were completely different.
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Han Yue went to the training institution early the next morning.
Old Deng brought breakfast he had prepared: savory tofu pudding. Han Yue had only mentioned one set yesterday, but Old Deng actually made it.
Han Yue knew how complicated the process of making tofu pudding was.
She looked at the food in the thermos and said, "Old Deng, you don't get up before dawn, do you? Don't bother with that anymore."
"It's not that exaggerated. I didn't get up until dawn. I was quite happy when I made breakfast. Before, I only ate the breakfast I made myself. Now that there's someone else to taste it, I feel a great sense of accomplishment. Come on, try it. Is it the taste you want?" Old Deng handed the spoon to Han Yue.
Han Yue quickly finished all the tofu pudding, then gave a thumbs up: "You can set up your stall now."
Seeing how much Han Yue liked it, Lao Deng was even happier.
"Have you realized that I know quite a few things?" he asked.
"Yes, they're much better than me, much better than my whole family." Han Yue thought of her son and his family, whose cooking skills were all top-notch.
Perhaps because everyone else is a poor cook, Han Yue naturally admires Lao Deng's excellent culinary skills.
Old Deng was embarrassed by the praise: "It's really not difficult. I knew how to do it when I was young, but I haven't done it for a long time. But when I looked at the steps, I remembered them all at once."
Han Yue: "You knew how to do that when you were young? Isn't this Versailles? Old Deng, don't be modest, you are the culinary god in my heart."
Old Deng patted his head, thinking, "Han Yue is really good at praising people."
In the morning, a few more people came to sign up, and Han Yue did a final count, finding that both classes were already full.
She waved her notebook and said, "Old Deng, both shifts on Sunday afternoon are full."
Old Deng put on his reading glasses and looked at it: "It really is, Xiaoyue, your handwriting is very beautiful."
"Really?" Han Yue glanced at it. "I have my strengths too."
"Of course, there are many other advantages. By the way, Xiaoyue, there's no one here right now, let's chat for a while." Old Deng couldn't wait to know Han Yue's answer.
"Okay, I also have something to tell you." Han Yue sat down.
Old Deng cut to the chase and asked Han Yue, "How's your decision?"
"You can't just ask like that. You should at least come up with a simple ceremony," Han Yue said, blushing.
"So you agree? Xiaoyue, thank you. The ring is ready. I'll call the florist right away. I've chosen the design, and she'll wait for my instructions on the flower arrangement."
"And the restaurant, tomorrow, just tomorrow, I'll invite the kids over, and I'll propose to you in front of them." Old Deng jumped for joy.
"Huh? No need for such a grand ceremony. Just a ring and a bouquet of flowers, it's just the two of us. You ask me if I want to, I say yes, and that's it." The ceremony Han Yue was talking about wasn't the kind that involved a lot of fanfare, but rather a proper and serious proposal from Old Deng.
"That won't do. Even if it's not as romantic as what young people do, it can't be too simple. All I can think of is a ring, flowers, and dinner. Xiaoyue, do you have any other requests? Please forgive me for not knowing much about these things." Old Deng was afraid that he wouldn't do enough and would leave regrets.
He'd never been this nervous even in his first marriage.
Of course, the different individuals are also a reason.
"That's great. I'll talk to Rong Yan and the others and ask them to make time for tomorrow night."
"Just say I'm treating everyone to dinner, don't say anything else," Old Deng instructed, as he was embarrassed to let the children know in advance.
"Okay." Han Yue made an OK sign.
As soon as Rong Yan received the call and heard that Lao Deng was treating everyone to a meal the next day, she guessed what it was about.
However, she didn't expose him on the phone, but instead said she would definitely participate.
Suburban factory.
Fu Jingsheng left his phone in the office and was chatting with He Wei in the warehouse.
Rong Yan left a short voice message.
He Wei received many inquiries today; several well-known precision instrument companies in Tiancheng wanted to cooperate with Xingda.
Given Xingda's current scale, it's clear that it can't handle all the orders. He Wei asked the boss if they were considering expanding the factory.
Fu Jingsheng did not expect the new company to develop so smoothly. In just one month, orders increased more and more, and even with workers working in three shifts, they still could not meet the demand.
Expanding the factory is not just talk; it requires both capital and time.
"Let me think about it." Fu Jingsheng pinched the side of his nose. When he first started Xingda, he hoped that Xingda would be even more glorious than the former Fu family, but gradually he didn't want to make the business so big.
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