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Chapter Twenty-Five: The Dew Has Yet to Dry 5
While Xue Waiwai was having a great time, her phone rang with an intimate call from Cao Gaoyuan of the Mathematics Department. Without a second thought, she left Junxi behind, vividly and perfectly demonstrating what it means to forget loyalty in the face of attraction.
After Xue Waiwai left, Junxi did not rush to go back.
Before this, she had always been busy juggling her part-time job, rarely having time to wander around for herself.
While working at the café, she often gazed through the glass window at the people casually strolling down the street, feeling a deep sense of envy.
Being easily envious of others indicates that one's threshold for happiness is quite low. Zhou Ziyan said this should be a good thing.
Indeed, it was a good thing, so even now, wandering alone made her feel quite content.
In the square, besides a band performing, there were also small stalls gathering in twos and threes. As they say, true talent lies among the common folk, and the power of street performers should not be underestimated.
When Junxi reached the Sugar Painting stall, she found herself unable to move away.
This kind of street art, common among children, was something she had never seen before.
She watched as the stall owner scooped up melted sugar syrup with a small spoon, skillfully pouring it back and forth on a stone slab. In just a few moments, a recognizable zodiac figure took shape. Once completed, he quickly used a small spatula to lift the Sugar Painting, attached a bamboo stick to it, and handed it to a crying child across from him.
The little child took a gentle lick and immediately burst into laughter.
Most of the people gathered around the Sugar Painting stall were parents with their children. After buying their desired Sugar Paintings, they left in pairs, but she stood alone, her feet seemingly glued to the spot by the sugary syrup, watching with great interest.
“Boss, I’ll have a string of Sugar Paintings,” a familiar voice suddenly came from behind her.
Before Junxi could turn around, the person had already stepped up beside her.
“Mr. Zhou?” She widened her eyes at this seemingly out-of-nowhere figure.
His coat was draped over his shoulder, and as he approached, she caught a whiff of a sharp alcohol scent. If it weren't for the clarity in his gaze, she would have thought he was just another drunkard from a nearby tavern.
Zhou Xuanyu didn’t respond to her; he had heard too many people call him Mr. Zhou today. At this moment, hearing it again made him feel as if he hadn’t yet escaped the bar scene.
“Alright then, what design would you like, sir?” The stall owner replied and turned his attention to Zhou Xuanyu.
“What design do you want?” Zhou Xuanyu asked as he looked at her.
“Me?”
“You’ve been standing here for a while; aren’t you interested?”
Junxi felt as if her thoughts had been laid bare, and her face flushed bright red.
She wanted a piece, but she felt too shy to join in with the children.
"Don't want it? Then forget it..."
"I want that Flower Basket."
Junxi eagerly interrupted Zhou Xuanyu, a smirk on his lips as he addressed the vendor, "Just that Flower Basket."
The vendor chuckled, "Young lady, you really like to challenge this old man. I must warn you, this will take a long time."
The most common Sugar Painting is the flat version, while the Flower Basket that Junxi chose is a three-dimensional piece. Due to the complexity of the three-dimensional technique and the time it takes to create, parents usually don't opt for it.
"Well..." Junxi hesitated.
"It's okay, we can wait," Zhou Xuanyu said.
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