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The New Year holiday lasted three days, and Lin Mo had to catch an early flight back to Northeast China, leaving before dawn. Fang Yilian, on the other hand, was set to embark on a three-day trip to South City with Cheng Xu. The three girls had discussed the topic of body art in depth the night before. However, due to their complete lack of experience in this area, Lin Mo ultimately reminded her to ensure safety measures unless absolutely necessary.
The busy tone from the phone continued until it automatically hung up. Yao Nian frowned, put down her eyeshadow palette, and found Uncle Cheng's number in her contacts to call him. She wanted to ask if Yao Zhandong would be returning to Huaibei for the New Year, but after three calls in the morning with no answer, she felt a bit frustrated.
"Hello, Xiao Nian?" Uncle Cheng answered.
"Uncle Cheng, are you with my dad? He hasn’t been answering my calls."
"Yao Zong is in a meeting right now. I’ll let him know later. Don’t worry."
"Oh," Yao Nian asked again, "Are you guys coming back to Huaibei in the next couple of days?"
"I haven’t heard Yao Zong mention anything about returning."
Yao Nian pouted slightly. After hanging up the phone, she opened the voice message sent by Shen Du, who said he was almost at the school.
Yao Nian quickly finished her makeup, grabbed a down jacket from her closet, and put it on. Shen Du had mentioned that the wind at the mountain top was quite strong and had specifically reminded her to dress warmly. She checked herself in the mirror and then picked up a bag of snacks she had bought at the supermarket last night before heading out of the dormitory.
Worried that he might be waiting too long, she thought about quickening her pace but remembered that her foot had only just recovered. So she obediently took one step at a time down the stairs.
During holiday periods, cars were allowed to enter the school grounds. As soon as she reached the bottom of the stairs on the first floor, Yao Nian spotted Shen Du's car parked right outside the dormitory.
She wore a light almond-yellow short down jacket and carried a fluffy little backpack. Her hair was styled into a loose bun with a few strands falling gracefully around her neck. Among the students coming in and out of the dormitory, her bright colors stood out remarkably.
Shen Du quickly got out of the car and took the bag from Yao Nian's hands, noticing that it had left red marks on her skin.
"What did you buy?" he asked as he glanced down at the bag.
Inside were tiramisu, Swiss rolls, cranberry bear cookies, and various drinks.
"We're going camping, so of course I had to prepare more," she replied cheerfully, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
"Are you serious?" Shen Du chuckled lightly as he opened the trunk and placed the bag inside. Most of these food items could be bought at the campsite.
Yao Nian settled into the car, taking off her backpack and placing it on her lap. The tiramisu was definitely something she couldn't buy; it was ordered from a private kitchen. Sister Xiaolin would surely like it.
Shen Du handed her a paper bag that had been resting on the center console. "Breakfast."
Inside was a bacon and egg sandwich wrapped in cling film and a cup of pure milk.
Yao Nian took a bite and smiled. "This is really good! Which shop did you get it from?"
"I made it myself."
She was momentarily speechless. "Uncle Shen, good things should be shared with everyone."
Shen Du laughed. "I made it myself."
"You can cook?"
He raised an eyebrow. "Is that a compliment or an insult?"
"What I mean is," Yao Nian cleared her throat, "with how busy you are, how do you find time to cook?"
"Even when busy, one still needs to eat," Shen Du replied. "During that year in America, I couldn't get used to Western food, so I had no choice but to learn."
Yao Nian pondered for a moment before tentatively asking, "So, have you ever thought about finding a girlfriend?"
Shen Du glanced at her. "Are you trying to introduce someone to me?"
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