The two of them had been waiting early and snagged a small stool and table.
"How is it?" Cheng Yuqing asked.
Her boyfriend said, "Turns out it’s here, it’s pretty good."
Lively, warm, and the soup is delicious.
In the blink of an eye, two years passed.
Song Mo opened a shop, and a custor ca in asking, "Does the beautiful boss still run a stall?"
Song Mo: "Not only Chenchen runs a stall, I also run a stall."
Custor: What?
When the shop opened, people found out that the two of them were still running their stalls in the sa place, but the portions from this handso chicken skewer guy had reduced, and he ran his stall rather leisurely. However, you couldn’t eat it there; you had to go to the shop for it.
But, the shop doesn’t have mushroom soup.
A year later, Song Mo opened a branch.
Branch custors: "Why is there no mushroom soup, no fried mushrooms?"
The branch manager scratched his head: "I hope custors understand, Sister Li is one-of-a-kind, and the boss keeps a close watch, can’t snatch her away. Need to draw a salary, don’t dare to compete. Not just our branch, even the main store doesn’t have it, the boss treats everyone equally."
This remark imdiately amused the custors, alright then, guess the manager’s reason was adequate.
Five years passed, and Song Mo opened many branches.
Yet, he was still running a stall with Ah Chen.
Many people initially didn’t believe that Ah Chen’s mushroom soup had no recipe, until Song Mo’s chicken skewer shop anniversary celebration, where Ah Chen made soup in front of everyone to celebrate, sharing it with custors, the entire process was recorded.
Many tried recreating it at ho after the event, and it was quite good, but they could never quite replicate her taste, realizing then that her soup truly had no recipe, it was delicious simply because it was made by her. As for why? Who needs so many reasons?
Notably, the Wen Family sisters ate the peanuts.
Also, there was a little movent on the 997 side, many people had found that place over the years, each with their own motives. Unless there’s real injustice, he wouldn’t watch over anyone. Even in cases of injustice, he wouldn’t directly expose them, only gathering evidence and handing it over to the relevant departnts. By cooperating this way, he helped solve quite a few cases over the years, maintaining a subtle relationship with the authorities, a tolerable relationship.
As for those with ulterior motives using the account to stir up trouble, they disappeared quietly after being warned, never daring to show up again.
A few years ago, people from the entertainnt industry had been reaching out to Song Mo, hoping he would stage a coback, but to no avail.
Many fans sought him out but were discouraged by his indifferent deanor.
Seeing him only close to Ah Chen, they felt a little hurt but couldn’t fault him.
After ng Sheng’s university girlfriend graduated, they broke up—how exactly they parted was unknown. Later, he sought out one type after another in college.
But none lasted, as if no matter how he searched, he couldn’t find what he was looking for.
Either they pretended too well, or changed too fast, which frustrated him.
He thought of Li Chen, learning about her current situation, didn’t dare believe she and Song Mo were still so good together.
He arrived not far from their stall, watching the two busy away, his face expressionless, lost in thought.
"Are you not going to pick up your girlfriend?" Han Fangli asked with a smile.
ng Sheng said, "We broke up, not interested."
"So do you still think Li Chen is the one?"
ng Sheng: "If Song Mo didn’t open a shop, they might not be this good."
Han Fangli: "Say whatever you like."
ng Sheng felt angry. He knew, even if Song Mo didn’t open a shop, Li Chen liked Song Mo, especially since their situation was so bad back then.
His words were childish.
"Who’s that over there?" Han Fangli asked.
ng Sheng looked over, dumbfounded—Xiao Su? How co...
"What brings you here?" Han Fangli inquired, "Are you reminiscing about Li Chen? But she’s already soone else’s wife."
He surely never missed a chance to stir things up.
Xiao Su took a drag from his cigarette, enveloped in clouds of smoke, appearing slightly dejected.
He might not love Li Chen very much, but had suddenly realized that she was the most genuine person to him, while others weighed interests, only she did not—her heart focused entirely on him.
It had been years since he felt that kind of genuine concern, leaving him a bit sad.
"Zhiyao doesn’t love ," he said, "I’m just a choice she made after weighing options, as long as I don’t harm her interests, it doesn’t matter who my heart belongs to."
Han Fangli responded, "Li Chen doesn’t love you anymore either, she loves Song Mo, has always loved him, that hasn’t changed over the years. And Song Mo has always loved her too."
Xiao Su hesitated, then replied, "Yes."
"I’m divorced now," Xiao Su said.
Han Fangli was astonished, "Really? Weren’t you guys just making do?"
"Zhiyao said if I felt she didn’t love , I should find soone who did. Continue the marriage, have a child, play our own parts as long as we don’t harm each other’s interests. She ntioned regular health checks to prevent diseases."
Han Fangli: "That’s quite normal."
There were many couples like this in their circle.
Xiao Su turned out to be quite a romantic.
Indeed, he had waited all those years for Li Chen, without ever thinking otherwise, proving his genuine love for Qin Zhiyao.
"I really can’t accept it," Xiao Su said, watching Song Mo and Ah Chen’s loving interaction, "Seeing sothing good makes a life like that feel suffocating."
He wasn’t inherently unfaithful.
He just didn’t expect a single choice to lead to such an outco.
If, back then, he forgot about Zhiyao and chose Li Chen, would she love him like this?
He admitted, he envied that kind of reckless, unyielding love, and once had the chance.
Years ago, he had disdained Li Chen’s table full of warm dishes.
After marrying, he looked forward to living a cozy and harmonious life with Qin Zhiyao, sharing warm als, only to discover she wasn’t that kind of person, far from preparing als for him. Not because she couldn’t, but because she didn’t love him—she didn’t have to, arranging others to do it instead.
The beautiful post-marriage days he imagined never happened.
The youthful admiration was too perfect; he’d idealized their relationship.
"Will you go to Li Chen?" Han Fangli asked.
Xiao Su glanced at him, "I don’t want to get beaten, wouldn’t look good."
Song Mo noticed him earlier, eyes full of caution—if he dare approached and said a word, Song Mo would surely strike him.
Song Mo was certainly capable of such actions.
Besides, going over now was futile.
Li Chen’s love for him had long evaporated—there was nothing left.
Nowadays, her gaze only contained Song Mo.
"What’s catching your attention?" Ah Chen asked Song Mo.
Song Mo leaned close to her ear, and with a hint of malice said, "Watching a few stray dogs."
Ah Chen: ...
He truly is sothing else.
"Chenchen, let’s have soone collect the stall, we’ll head back first." Song Mo held her hand, "I suddenly want to carry you ho, never tried it before. Heard in so places, bride-carrying is traditional, let’s try it."
He was already squatting.
As soon as Ah Chen lay on his back, he took off running.
Forget those stray dogs behind, Chenchen was his, forever his. He laughed happily and triumphantly.
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