The farmer and the doctor hold hands, secretly sweet in their hearts

  "Shopkeeper, we've delivered all the goods and also troubled you. We've even tasted the good tea and pastries at your wine shop. We really can't bear to leave. Now, it's time for us to go."

  An Yan saw that the number of pedestrians on the street was gradually increasing, and he knew that the business of Fugui Wine House was about to start, so it was not good to disturb Zhao Quan anymore. He quietly gave a signal to Bai Ping, letting him bid farewell.

  Upon hearing Bai Ping's farewell, Zhao Quan smiled and waved his hand, saying: "Don't you all want to know the effects of some things your White family has made? This elegant room won't be leaving today, so you can sit here drinking tea and eating snacks while also taking a look at the sales situation of chrysanthemum cake, chrysanthemum tea, and chrysanthemum wine. Later on, it'll also be good for me to get some opinions from you all."

  When An heard Zhao Quan's words, his heart moved slightly, and he nodded secretly at Bai Ping. Bai Ping received it and acknowledged Zhao Quan's intention, and the few people sat down again.

  "Let Manager Zhao go and attend to his business, we can bring it ourselves."

  As time went by, the Fugui Wine House gradually became lively, and Bai Ping smiled and let Zhao Quan go busy.

  Zhao Quan had already intended to go down and prepare, and at this moment, hearing Bai Ping's words, he didn't pretend, and after saying goodbye to everyone, he went down.

  In an instant, there were only three people left in the room: An Yan and two others.

  Bai Ping then took another piece of chrysanthemum cake and ate it, praising: "How delicious, all the chrysanthemum cakes made by my cousin are delicious, sweet but not greasy."

  "That's natural, brocade products must be of high quality."

  An Yan listened to Bai Ping's words, her eyebrows and eyes moved slightly, a smile spread across her face, and for an instant, she was radiant with beauty.

  Su San slightly raised an eyebrow, the little woman had always been calm and composed, rarely heard her say such almost arrogant words. However, turning to look at that gentle and beautiful face, that soft and elegant posture, it seemed she should be so spirited and radiant.

  "My cousin said it so right."

  Bai Ping listened and suddenly clapped his hands in laughter, with a genuine smile on his face.

  Being praised by Bai Ping, An Yan felt a bit embarrassed, and quickly changed the subject: "Big brother, after this is over, let's go to the grocery store to buy some seasonings."

  "Are you making chrysanthemum cake ingredients?"

  Bai Ping was taken aback, then asked in puzzlement.

  "The chrysanthemum flowers have almost all been picked by us, where can we still make chrysanthemum cakes?"

  "What?"

  "Get ready first, and then make radish dry later."

  "Radish cake..."

  Bai Ping muttered to herself, somewhat puzzled, but not anxious to know the answer, just expecting in her heart, expecting this cousin's next miracle.

  Next, Bai Ping and An Yan chatted first.

  About half an hour later, the three people in the room all smelled a strong chrysanthemum fragrance.

  "Hmm, this Manager Zhao is indeed clever. As the saying goes, 'good wine isn't afraid of being in a deep alley.' Now that we have such a strong chrysanthemum fragrance, are you worried that customers won't come?"

  An Yan looked at the center of the main hall, her eyes shining slightly, and smiled in praise.

  When they heard the gentle words, Bai Ping and Su San also looked down and saw that in the center of the main hall, a large square wooden frame had been set up. On it were placed many chrysanthemum cakes, which were carefully arranged to resemble chrysanthemums. From a distance, it looked like a giant chrysanthemum. Under the wooden frame was an iron bucket filled with charcoal, and because it was constantly being heated, the fragrance of the chrysanthemum cakes wafted out continuously.

  That faint scent of incense had spread throughout the entire luxurious wine house in just a short moment, and could even be smelled at the entrance.

  At this time, the pedestrians outside the entrance of Fugui Wine House couldn't help but stop and wonder: "It smells so good, have you smelled a strong chrysanthemum fragrance?"

  A passerby sniffled his nose and then nudged his good friend beside him, asking in puzzlement.

  The person next to him also heard it and sniffed his nose, following closely with praise: "It's really fragrant, thick chrysanthemum fragrance, but it doesn't feel sweet and greasy, instead it has a cool and refreshing scent that makes you want to take a deep breath."

  As he said this, he really took a deep breath and suddenly felt his mouth producing saliva, with his mouth already overflowing with water.

  "No way, I have to go to Fugui Wine House and take a look. What is this good stuff that smells so great?"

  "I'm going too."

  On the street, it was not just these two people, other pedestrians also stopped in their tracks and then invited each other into the Rich and Noble Wine House.

  From the time the chrysanthemum cake was brought out until the main hall was packed with people, it only took about the time to drink a cup of tea. Such a scene, even if Zhao Quan had expected it early, he hadn't thought of it. He stood in front of the chrysanthemum cake, his face full of smiles, and because of smiling, a pair of small eyes almost couldn't be seen.

  The guests around were whispering to each other and discussing it in a flurry.

  "What kind of pastry is that? I've never seen it before, although I haven't tasted it yet. Just looking at its shape and smelling that nose-twitching aroma has already got my appetite going."

  "I've traveled all over the place, but I've never seen pastries like these before."

  "This luxurious restaurant has never had any good pastries, but unexpectedly one day they launched a new pastry and it was a huge success."

  "Yes, indeed, the clear breeze pastry from Clear Breeze Wine House has always been the best, but it's never reached the point of making people drool just by smelling it."

  ……

  Zhao Quan looked around and saw that almost everyone had gathered, so he stood still and clapped his hands to quiet the crowd.

  Everyone saw Zhao Quan like this, and they all stopped talking, casting their eyes on Zhao Quan, waiting for him to introduce himself.

  Zhao Quan's eyes narrowed slightly, with a look of extreme pleasure. He pointed to the chrysanthemum cake behind him and smiled: "This is a pastry launched by Fugui Wine House, and it will also become the signature pastry of Fugui Wine House in the future. As for how this pastry tastes, words are useless, let everyone try it themselves."

  Zhao Quan paused slightly here, then instructed his companion to put the chrysanthemum cake on a plate and distribute it to the surrounding crowd for them to taste.

  Everyone was shocked and did not expect the Rich and Noble Wine House to be so generous. Under the temptation of appearance and fragrance, everyone had prepared for the high price of the Rich and Noble Wine House. Unexpectedly, the Rich and Noble Wine House actually came with a free trial, and suddenly everyone was overjoyed. One by one, they took out a piece of pastry from their plates and stuffed it into their mouths, and instantly the cold fragrance and softness made many people almost want to bite off their own tongues.

  At this time, An Yan's eyes lit up in the room, and Zhao Quan really had a business talent, and he even knew how to taste. In this way, the reputation of chrysanthemum cake was thoroughly established, and the reputation of Fugui Tower was also established. From then on, the voice of Fugui Tower will surely rise day by day.

  "It's delicious, even more delicious than I imagined."

  "With the fragrance of chrysanthemum, sweet and soft, lingering in the mouth. Such a pastry, I also had it once."

  "Anyway, I'll bring some back for my wife and kids to try later."

  "Not bad, my mother has been having poor appetite lately, now that there's this chrysanthemum cake, I'll have to bring some back for her."

  After everyone had a taste, they all praised it endlessly. Some even stared at Zhao Quan with shining eyes after tasting, making Zhao Quan so happy that his face almost smiled into a chrysanthemum.

  "Have you all tried our newly launched chrysanthemum cake? How's the taste?"

  Zhao Quan asked with a smile, his eyes shining with shrewdness.

  "Mr. Zhao, stop being mysterious and quote a price quickly. Tell me how much this chrysanthemum cake costs per piece, I'd like to buy one to satisfy my craving."

  As soon as Zhao Quan finished speaking, someone immediately urged with dissatisfaction.

  Zhao Quan saw the anxious look on everyone's face and stopped teasing them. He smiled and said, "I'm sure you've all tried this chrysanthemum cake before, and you know it tastes exceptionally good, unlike ordinary pastries. Therefore, the price is naturally a bit higher. Ordinary pastries are 500 coins per plate, and our Rich and Noble Wine House's chrysanthemum cake isn't much more expensive, at 800 coins per plate. What do you all think?"

  When Zhao Quan finished speaking, everyone fell silent for a moment. This was indeed three hundred more than usual, but thinking of the wonderful taste of that chrysanthemum cake, it seemed reasonable, and one by one, they nodded silently in their hearts, acknowledging the fact that the chrysanthemum cake was more expensive than ordinary pastries.

  The price was set on this side, and someone immediately spoke up to buy it. Zhao Quan, however, clapped his hands again and made a silencing gesture.

  "Zhao Zhanggui, what are you doing now? Are you selling or not?"

  It was still that impatient person from just now. He really wanted to eat chrysanthemum cake, but Zhao Quan refused to sell it to him, making him anxious and flustered.

  In the room, An Xun saw that person's urgent appearance and couldn't help but let out a snort of laughter.

  "I'm starting to suspect that my cooking skills have actually improved, since someone only took one bite and is already craving for more."

  "Don't be modest, cousin, your craftsmanship is naturally exceptional."

  Bai Ping listened and smiled with praise.

  Bai Ping's gaze fell on the plate of pastries on the table, and he asked in puzzlement: "So Zhao Zhuanggui meant that for a plate of five pastries like this, it would cost eight hundred coins?"

  "Nature."

  An Yan's gaze also slid over from the pastry and said to Bai Ping with certainty.

  Bai Ping listened to An Yan's affirmative answer, but his whole body was stunned. After a while, he muttered: "Eight hundred and five pieces of chrysanthemum cake, so one piece is not one hundred and sixty pieces."

  "Right."

  An Yan blinked her eyes in confusion, what's wrong with this?

  "Isn't that very profitable?"

  Bai Ping's eyes widened and he asked coldly:

  "Yes, as long as it's managed well, it will naturally be very profitable."

  "Our Bai family seems to be able to get 40% of the share, if it's 40%, then selling one dish can earn us two hundred coins. We originally made at least a few thousand pieces of chrysanthemum cake, calculated this way, we should be able to get at least several hundred taels of silver."

  "That's right."

  It seems like making money has become a bit easier...

  Bai Ping was also excited, "And there's chrysanthemum wine and chrysanthemum tea. Adding these up, it might be worth over a thousand taels. This... this is simply unbelievable, in just how many days?"

  Bai Ping had never seen so much money before and was momentarily stunned.

  An Yan seemed much calmer, if the Bai family hadn't gone through those things, then this silver would have been a lot. But after that incident, these silvers didn't count for anything. Because their arch-nemesis, the White family was even wealthier, they still needed to continue working hard, not relaxing for a single moment.

  A faint glimmer of light flickered in his eyes, and a dark surge rose up. In his heart, he secretly calculated that Wu Kei would be back soon, probably just in the next few days.

  What will he be like when he comes back? What will he be like after seeing the Zhao family's rich and luxurious wine tower snatch away the business of his Clear Wind Wine Tower?

  Perhaps, after being slightly displeased, he will calm down.

  However, after snatching away more than half of the Wu family's business at the Zhao's house, can he still remain calm?

  It's bound to be impossible, the Zhao family won't just sit and wait for death, they will naturally counterattack. When the time comes, the Zhao and Wu families will fight each other, and the Wei family will inevitably watch from the sidelines, while the county magistrate supports the Zhao family. So, it seems that the Wu family and Wu Kei are not far from extinction?

  Having dealt with the Wu family, he took advantage of the Zhao family's severe injuries and swallowed up the Zhao family.

  As for the county magistrate's words, it would take some thought. She had to see if there were any underlings in the county government who wanted to climb up to the position of county magistrate.

  In the blink of an eye, An Yan had analyzed the relationships between several families and come up with a solution, all that was left was to put it into action.

  With a nod of understanding, he shifted his gaze downstairs with great interest, continuing to watch Zhao Quan's momentum.

  After everyone had quieted down again, Zhao Quan lowered his head and said something to the two partners beside him. The two partners listened and then hurriedly ran to the back hall. Everyone was puzzled and couldn't understand, waiting with some impatience, when a refreshing scent of chrysanthemum wafted over. Everyone's eyes lit up, following the fragrance, they saw that several partners from the Rich and Noble Wine House had brought things over.

  Some were carrying a large bucket together, while others were shouldering a big sack of hemp, leaving everyone bewildered. They had been waiting to buy chrysanthemum cakes on this side, but Zhao Quan was not selling any and instead had his assistants bring out all these strange items. The crowd thought that surely Zhao Quan wouldn't put the chrysanthemum cakes in such large buckets or sacks, would he? If so, their appetite would be ruined.

  If it weren't for the faint scent of chrysanthemum wafting from that bucket, everyone would have been complaining. But at this moment, although some people are a bit annoyed, they are mostly looking forward to it. Today's Fugui Wine House is really strange indeed.

  The fellow placed two large pails on the chairs that had been previously prepared, while the sacks were put directly on the ground.

  "Presumably everyone has also smelled that refreshing chrysanthemum fragrance?"

  Before anyone could respond, Zhao Quan continued on his own: "This is the fragrance of chrysanthemum wine, not bad. This barrel contains chrysanthemum wine brew. Another barrel contains chrysanthemum tea, and that refreshing and pleasant aroma comes from this barrel. Today is Chongyang Festival, traditionally a day for people to appreciate chrysanthemums. Appreciating chrysanthemums by just looking at them doesn't make sense. Today, our Rich and Noble Wine House has launched three types of chrysanthemum dishes, allowing everyone to not only appreciate the chrysanthemums but also taste them while appreciating them. Isn't that more wonderful? What do you all think?"

  Everyone listened and suddenly felt that the scene depicted by Zhao Quan was extremely beautiful. On one side, they were admiring chrysanthemums, on the other side, they were eating delicious chrysanthemum cakes, and then savoring chrysanthemum tea or drinking chrysanthemum wine, which was indeed a very wonderful thing.

  Zhao Quan saw that everyone was in a state of great excitement, and immediately continued to push out another blockbuster. He waved his hand to let the buddies beside him open the sack.

  The onlookers, having been stirred up by Zhao Quan's words, were now all filled with interest, and seeing that there was still something to be seen, they stretched their necks forward to take a look.

  Zhao smiled broadly, and he took out a chrysanthemum pillow from the sack. He displayed it to everyone, introducing it as follows: "This is a chrysanthemum pillow, which contains chrysanthemums and various Chinese medicines. It has the effect of calming the mind and promoting good sleep. Everyone, please take a look at this pillow. The chrysanthemums on it are lifelike, just like real ones. Whether in terms of workmanship or efficacy, this chrysanthemum pillow is an exceptional product. Because it's rare, the quantity is limited. However, we don't sell this pillow; instead, we use it as a gift."

  "What's the meaning of this gift, Manager Zhao?"

  Many people are puzzled and can't understand why such a good thing is not sold, but instead given away for free.

  "Don't get me wrong, this isn't a free gift, but rather conditional. There are thirty pillows in total, so the first thirty people who spend the most money on chrysanthemum food will be able to get a free chrysanthemum pillow."

  "It's reasonable for the first thirty."

  Everyone nodded in agreement after hearing this, thinking that it was only right to receive some free gifts when they had spent a lot of money.

  Everyone's gaze changed, and they quietly pondered in their hearts whether they had the strength to get that chrysanthemum pillow. Looking at the pillow, if it could be taken back and given to the elders at home, it would be perfect for showing filial piety. One by one, they secretly calculated the maximum amount of silver they could bear.

  "Alright, let's get started. The chrysanthemum cake was 800 wen per plate, the chrysanthemum wine was 600 wen per jug, and the chrysanthemum tea was 20 wen per jug. You've all tried the chrysanthemum cake already, and if you have any doubts about the wine or tea, you can try them first. Now, if you want to buy something, please go ahead. Our assistants will keep track of what everyone buys, and tonight we'll tally up the top 30 people. Tomorrow, we'll post the list on the door in the form of a notice. Alright, please proceed as you like."

  Zhao Quan finished speaking and left the main hall, leaving his partners to deal with it.

  As soon as Zhao Quan left, the main hall immediately became extremely lively.

  "Old chap, bring me five dishes of chrysanthemum cake, a jug of chrysanthemum wine, and a jug of chrysanthemum tea. Take everything away."

  "I want three plates of chrysanthemum cake and a pot of chrysanthemum tea."

  "I want two plates of chrysanthemum cake, ten jugs of chrysanthemum wine and ten jugs of chrysanthemum tea."

  ……

  When Zhao Quan opened the door of the room, downstairs was already bustling with people, and everyone had started buying.

  "Shopkeeper Zhao is really formidable, I must say I admire him."

  When Zhao Quan came in, Bai Ping hurriedly smiled and offered him a seat, and his mouth was full of praise.

  Zhao Quan humbly shook his head and said seriously, "I'm just good at talking, but the key is actually the chrysanthemum cake and chrysanthemum wine. Without these good things to attract everyone, it would be useless even if I spoke eloquently. You see, before this, the Rich and Noble Wine House was barely breaking even."

  Zhao Quan was not pretentious at all, and his straightforward words made Bai Ping and An Yan feel a sense of goodwill towards him. This person would not take credit for himself and could see things clearly.

  "Now, thanks to the Bai family's gift-giving method, today's Rich and Noble Wine House will surely make a big profit. If it were said that at first, because it was something new, everyone might have been a bit hesitant and wanted to wait and see. But with this gift-giving condition, things would become quite sought after."

  After hearing Zhao Quan's words, An Yan's gaze lightly swept across the hall and found that below was indeed a thriving scene, and his eyes also showed joy.

  Su San, who was doing something on the side, cast a cold glance at An Yan's body, thinking about his date with the young woman tonight, and for a moment he was very dissatisfied that Zhao Zhuang kept staying.

  They should finish early, buy good things and go back early, so the little woman won't be tired. If they return too late and let the little woman get tired, how can he make a date with the little woman?

  Su San felt a bit annoyed in his heart, but it wasn't easy for him to say he wanted to leave. So, after thinking for a moment, he shifted his gaze onto Zhao Quan.

  Zhao Quan was originally talking to Bai Ping, when he suddenly felt a chill run down his body. He quietly tightened his clothes in confusion and continued speaking. However, after a while, he found that the situation not only didn't improve but became even more severe. This time, it wasn't just his body feeling cold, but also a chilly sensation in his heart. Only then did he look up in confusion and ask: "Do you guys feel some chill?"

  After hearing Zhao Quan's words, An Yan and Bai Ping were both puzzled. The two looked at each other in dismay, shaking their heads in doubt.

  Zhao Quan felt strange, why did he suddenly feel a chill in his body?

  "Maybe it's because I talked too much just now and got tired, so some things are unclear. Is it that people get old and useless?"

  Zhao Quan said with some sighs, "As one gets older, it's extremely easy to get tired."

  An Wenhe and Bai Ping didn't think much of it, they just said on the side: "What are you talking about, Manager Zhao? You're so good at doing business, how can you be old? At least you can still work for another 20 years."

  "Haha, you little guy is quite eloquent."

  Zhao Quan couldn't help but burst out laughing at Bai Ping's words, and as he laughed, he felt his heart tremble even more violently. Suddenly, he realized that the coldness wasn't all over his body, but rather a chill was emanating from a specific place. Curious, he followed the source of the chill with his eyes and saw a pair of icy eyes staring back at him. Those eyes were deeper than a pool of water, colder than a glacier, and just looking at them made one shiver involuntarily.

  Zhao Quan looked at Su San's eyes and suddenly felt very uncomfortable, his body even cooler, he forced a smile and asked Bai Ping: "After talking for half a day, I don't know who this is?"

  As he spoke, Zhao Quan stretched out his hand and pointed in Su San's direction.

  White Ping took a look and hastily introduced: "This is White Mou's cousin-in-law, the husband of this cousin beside me."

  "Ah, it's this young lady's husband."

  Zhao Quan suddenly felt that the whole person was not good, such a clever and gentle little woman, how could she be matched with such a cold-faced evil god? It's really a waste. Thinking so in his heart, he showed a regretful expression on his face and shook his head regretfully. He thought that such a elegant and refined woman should be matched with a knowledgeable and courteous gentleman. It would be best to match her with a literary talent, just like the talented son of his family.

  Zhao Quan's gaze swept over An Yan, and he couldn't help but think that the woman in front of him was quite suitable for his own son. With this thought, the look of regret on his face grew even more intense.

  An Yan looked at Zhao Man's regretful expression and felt very embarrassed. Looking at his face, he could probably guess what it meant, and suddenly he looked a bit unnatural at Su San, but saw that Su San had a black face.

  "The husband of the young woman is a man of few words, but he is diligent and capable, and has a deep affection for his wife."

  An Yan looked at Zhao Quan's expression and suddenly felt a bit uncomfortable in her heart, so she spoke up to help Su San speak well.

  After finishing speaking, An Yan quietly looked at Su San's expression and indeed saw that his dark face had eased up a bit, with a hint of smile in his eyes.

  Seeing his obvious change, An felt a little happy in her heart, and that feeling was quite strange.

  At some point, Su San had taken root in her heart and was now sprouting. One day, it would grow into a towering tree, firmly occupying An Yan's heart.

  Su San felt sweet in her heart and no longer used cold and distant Zhao Quan, but instead started drinking tea with a good mood.

  Zhao Quan also understood that the cold-faced man, who looked fierce and intimidating, was actually a doting husband. Originally looking like he wanted to eat people alive, as soon as he heard his wife's gentle praise, he immediately broke into a smile, as if he had found some treasure.

  For a moment, Zhao Quan felt that he had misjudged them and shouldn't have judged by appearance. He said with some embarrassment: "It's actually my mistake, why don't you all stay for dinner today? I'll be the host, it's both an apology and a celebration. You can't refuse, otherwise it would be too rude to me."

  As soon as Zhao Quan's words fell, he felt that the temperature of the entire room was not quite right. He looked at Su San with some surprise, only to feel that the displeasure in his eyes had become even colder. In an instant, Zhao Quan was very depressed, and he really didn't know where he had offended this evil god.

  Su San was particularly depressed, how could this old man not understand people's facial expressions? Didn't he see that he was very displeased and eager to leave? Wasting time talking nonsense here is one thing, but now they even have to stay for dinner. After finishing lunch, they'll talk some more, and then won't they have to eat dinner again? After finishing dinner, they'll talk some more, by which time the city gates will be closed. Where can he go to meet his little woman at that hour?

  Su San thought for a moment and suddenly felt that Zhao Quan was sinister, with the intention of ruining his good fortune. Suddenly, his eyes narrowed slightly, with a glint of cold light flashing inside.

  An Yan also sensed Su San's emotions and found it strange. According to what was said, today should be the first time Su San and Zhao Quan met, but why did Su San seem to dislike Zhao Quan? It was just staying for a meal, but Su San's reaction seemed too big.

  White plain coarse lines, didn't feel anything at all. Hearing that Zhao Quan wanted to keep them for dinner, thinking that it's also good to get along with Zhao Quan more, so he smiled and agreed, "This feeling is great, then we'll trouble you, thank you, Manager Zhao."

  As soon as the white flatbread fell, Su San's whole person was no good. If it were Zhang Jun who said this at this moment, the consequences would be too terrible to contemplate. However, unfortunately, the one who said this was the younger sister's brother, and the situation was different. If Zhang Jun had the good fortune to hear Su San's inner voice at this moment, he would certainly cry out in extreme grievance: "Favoring lust over friendship, favoring lust over friendship!"

  An Yan looked at Su San with a displeased expression, afraid that Su San would do something, and quickly stretched out one hand under the table to find Su San's large hand, gently grasping it.

  And so, what was originally a frozen landscape suddenly transformed into a warm and vibrant scene, full of blooming flowers.

  Su San suddenly became happy and joyful, her complexion softened, and her eyes even took on a warm tone. Even when she glanced at Zhao Quan, there was a faint smile in her gaze.

  Zhao Quan was completely bewildered and had no idea what was happening. All he knew was that the black-clad man in front of him was unpredictable and not to be trifled with.

  Su San's large hand wrapped around An Yan's soft and weak small hand, holding it in the palm of his hand as if he was protecting her in his heart, like a precious treasure.

  Su San's big hands were very large, more than twice as big as An Yan's. An Yan's soft small hands were placed in Su San's palm, and they looked particularly delicate. His pair of big hands were quite rough, with a thin layer of calluses, but they were warm, giving An Yan a sense of solidity on her chest.

  At that moment, An Xun felt a surge of emotion in her heart. If she could have a pair of big hands holding hers for the rest of her life, wouldn't that be happiness?

  But in her life, she couldn't give up, yet it was too vague, and she couldn't be certain.

  As she thought this, An Yan's hand moved slightly, as if to pull it out. But just as her small hand made a move, Su San's big hand immediately tightened its grip, wrapping her small hand even tighter, tightly, as if afraid the small hand would escape.

  An Yan turned her head to look, just in time to see Su San's handsome face, sharp as a knife cut. Looking carefully, Su San was indeed very handsome, only that he often had a stern expression, making him appear too serious and somewhat intimidating. But it was precisely this kind of face that An Yan liked, she liked men who were steady and had a masculine air about them. And the type she didn't like was Zhang Jun's type. A pair of peach blossom eyes, gentle and sentimental, with a handsome appearance, or like a charming young man, made her feel unsafe.

  Under the table, Su San held her small hand and suddenly felt a strange sensation in his palm. He carefully touched it again and found that it was actually a thin callus. Instantly, his dark eyes were filled with heartache and pity. He quietly tightened his grip, thinking to himself that from now on, he must always follow the little woman, protect her well, and not let her work so hard again.

  But An Yan was surprised by the sudden strength in her hand, and looked at Su San in surprise, only to see Su San staring at her with a firm expression, leaving her bewildered.

  Next, Zhao Quan felt like he was completely normal and at ease again, and when talking to Bai Ping, he wouldn't suddenly feel cold anymore.

  The dishes were served quickly, and Zhao Quan accompanied him to eat. After eating for a while, Zhao Quan finally couldn't hold back his curiosity and asked in doubt: "This guy is actually left-handed?"

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