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Hearing this, Boss became quite excited. "Look, look! What did I say? They are a young couple!"
Boss Lady couldn't help but agree, "Well, well, Lao Zhao, you actually guessed it right."
Boss was feeling quite smug. "Isn't that obvious?"
Boss Lady scoffed lightly, "Look at you, tsk tsk..."
It seemed she suddenly remembered that she hadn't greeted Shu Ran yet, so she quickly turned to Shu Ran and said, "Look at me, I was so busy joking that I forgot you were standing right there."
Shu Ran smiled and waved her hand, saying it was fine.
Boss Lady warmly invited them, "Come on, come on, sit down first. I'll introduce you properly after you sit down, haha."
The courtyard wasn't large but had six wooden tables arranged in it. They looked like they were handmade and were very simple. They seemed to have been around for some time, with the tabletops showing signs of wear and tear. There was a unique vintage charm to them.
Aunt Rong was briskly wiping the table with a cloth while smiling warmly and introducing herself. "I am the Boss Lady of this little shop. My surname is Rong; you can just call me Aunt Rong like Qin Xian does."
Shu Ran smiled slightly and obediently called out, "Aunt Rong."
"Oh, what a good child," Aunt Rong replied cheerfully. "If there's anything you'd like to eat, just let me know. Aunt Rong will cook for you."
Since Shu Ran wasn't very familiar with the menu yet, it was Qin Xian who ordered. "Aunt Rong, we'll have Eight Treasure Fish, Sweet and Sour Ribs, Pearl Meatballs, Ants Climbing a Tree, and Radish Corn Chicken Soup."
"Got it! Just like last year, right?" Aunt Rong repeated the order to remember it before teasingly adding, "Alright then, I'll have Uncle Zhao make something delicious for you two newlyweds."
Aunt Rong was chatty and humorous, creating a cheerful atmosphere that made everyone feel at ease.
Qin Xian suddenly asked, "By the way, are there any dumplings?"
"Dumplings?" Aunt Rong was puzzled for a moment; she remembered that Qin Xian didn't like dumplings. However, after thinking for a bit, she replied, "Yes, Uncle Zhao just made some this morning—lamb and cabbage filling, and chive and pork filling. How about that?"
Qin Xian nodded, "Sounds good."
"Great! How about we also have a plate of oil-braised prawns? Uncle Zhao just bought them fresh from the market this morning."
Qin Xian smiled, "Sure, you decide."
Aunt Rong happily went off to cook, leaving the two of them sitting in the large courtyard.
Snow had stopped falling at some point; only a few scattered snowflakes were gently blown down from the roof by the cold wind.
Shu Ran sat under the eaves, slightly raising her head to quietly observe for a moment. Until the last snowflake fell and the cold wind ceased, she turned her head and found herself gazing into a pair of deep black eyes.
She was admiring the scenery while he was watching her.
Focused, entranced, or perhaps with an aggressive intensity.
For some reason, Shu Ran felt as if something was burning fiercely in his eyes—something that resembled desire or a long-dormant beast, his gaze so intense it made her unable to look directly at him.
Shu Ran felt his gaze on her and touched her flushed cheeks, asking in a soft voice, "Why are you looking at me like that?"
Qin Xian chuckled lightly and slowly leaned closer to her. A refreshing breath enveloped her, and she felt his warm breath brush against her ear. His deep voice was uniquely enticing at that moment as she heard him whisper four words.
These four words made Shu Ran's face turn bright red in an instant. Almost instinctively, she pushed him away and scolded softly, "Pervert!"
Qin Xian laughed joyfully. He suddenly realized how adorable the usually harmless little bunny looked with her flushed face, both shy and angry.
Qin Xian took advantage of the moment and affectionately patted her head, teasingly softening his voice, "Feeling shy? We're husband and wife; isn't it natural for us to do that?"
Shu Ran blushed deeply, biting her lip, and angrily interrupted him, "Stop! Qin Xian! You’re not allowed to talk!"
Qin Xian looked at the little rabbit about to explode with anger and knew where to draw the line. He also understood that if he continued to tease her and made her truly angry, the blissful night he anticipated would be ruined. To ensure his plan went perfectly, he quickly conceded, "Okay, okay, I won't say anything."
Shu Ran huffed stubbornly, thinking to herself that he was finally being sensible.
Noticing her glancing towards the kitchen occasionally, with Aunt Rong bustling around reflected in her eyes, Qin Xian remembered he hadn't introduced them yet.
"Uncle Zhao and Aunt Rong are my mom's friends. When my parents weren't busy with work when I was little, they would bring me here for meals. So they've basically watched me grow up; they're like family to me."
Hearing his serious tone as he spoke these words, Shu Ran turned to look at him. His dark pupils sparkled as if all the gloom and coldness had vanished, leaving only a warm glow.
"My mom originally didn't know how to cook; it was Aunt Rong who taught her. After that, every year during the New Year's Eve dinner, my mom would prepare a big feast. At that time, our whole home would be filled with liveliness."
At that time, it should have been his most carefree moment.
Later, his parents passed away.
He never had another New Year's Eve dinner at home, always hurriedly taking a few bites at the Qin Residence before leaving alone.
He would come here; in previous years, he always did.
Aunt Rong and Uncle Zhao would prepare the meals in advance, waiting for him to arrive.
He would always eat in silence, sometimes lost in thought staring at the empty chair across from him, other times gazing blankly at the food, which made Aunt Rong feel a pang of heartache.
After finishing, he would always leave in a hurry, with no one knowing where he would go and no one accompanying him, all alone.
Shu Ran suddenly noticed that he seemed to be lost in some inexplicable memories, his complexion pale and exuding a sense of desolation and coldness.
She suddenly reached out and tightly grasped his cold hand.
A warm sensation enveloped him as someone held his hand firmly. Looking up, he met her serious and caring gaze.
"Don't think about it; the past is already gone. No matter what happens from now on, I will be by your side. You still have me; I am always here."
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