On the eve of the Spring Festival, my mom seemed to have been stimulated by something.

She yelled at me, "Either bring back a better man, or don't come back at all."

Where could I find one at the last minute? I could only silently cancel my ticket.

On New Year's Eve, with a cold, I was sniffing clear nasal mucus while eating Kangshifu braised beef noodles.

On the first day of the Lunar New Year, I wandered aimlessly on the streets of Beijing like a lost soul.

Everything was closed, standing on a pedestrian bridge watching the Fourth Ring Road, it was deserted.

Unable to return home, unable to have a meal, I cursed Song Liang like crazy.

I hoped that when Xiao Chao gege was released from prison, he would beat Song Liang up badly, knocking his teeth out.

But then I suddenly felt a bit guilty, Xiao Chao gege was a good person, it might not be right to beat someone up right after being released from prison.

But since this is a wish-fulfillment story, it doesn't have to be him who does the beating, I started imagining more sinister scenarios.

Chuckling to myself, I walked to the company building.

As the revolving door turned, Fang Zhizhou came out from inside.

He squinted against the light, looking at me:

"Are you daydreaming?

"Come, let me treat you to a meal."

He skillfully led me to a Chongqing hotpot restaurant that was still open.

This restaurant mainly served locals, so although it was quiet, it was still open.

I boldly ordered a wave of dishes.

When the pot boiled, I rolled up my sleeves and first put in a piece of tripe.

Suddenly, Fang Zhizhou asked, "Who were the people who stopped you downstairs that day?"

I smirked, "My ex-boyfriend's parents, asking me to lower my stance, try to reconcile, ridiculous!"

"Oh." He suddenly realized, "No wonder. When we were eating that day, seeing your serious expression, I didn't dare to ask more."

Not at all, not at all.

It was because when I arrived at the restaurant, I found out it was a Japanese buffet that cost 800 yuan per person, and I was silently calculating how many 800s I could earn in a month.

But I didn't say anything, I wrapped the tripe in the oil dish and chewed on it.

"Why did you choose me when there was clearly another person next to me?"

He casually asked, his eyes fixed on the tip of the chopsticks.

I turned to look at him, pondered for a moment, and said,

"Since it's vanity, let's go all the way with it.

"You look good, and your style is tasteful. On the way back, when the old lady compares you to her son, she will feel even more desperate."

In fact, I had long forgotten who the person next to me was.

But compliments cost nothing.

Thanks to Song Liang, I quickly became more practical.