"Sunbathing, old man?" Jiang Junyi responded with a smile.
"Yeah, as you get older, you just like to sunbathe," the old man said with a chuckle, fanning himself.
Actually, the weather wasn't hot, so he probably just liked it.
"Then you keep sunbathing, I'm going to find Aunt Zhao," Jiang Junyi said, greeting him before walking into the street.
"Go on, go on."
It was still that familiar newsstand, where Aunt Zhao was cracking melon seeds and watching a drama.
"Auntie."
Hearing the voice, Aunt Zhao looked up: "Oh? Does the Young Master have any orders?"
Jiang Junyi chuckled: "It's like this…"
After learning the full story, Aunt Zhao nodded: "Alright, you go ahead and do it, tough guys, Auntie will find them for you."
"Thank you, Aunt Zhao, I'll be going now?"
"Mhm, go on, go on."
Jiang Junyi, having received Aunt Zhao's affirmation, left with a smile.
Since Aunt Zhao had spoken, they would definitely be tough guys.
By then, what six masters, seven masters, and so on…
They'd all have to line up and report their numbers to him!
One second late would mean a big slap.
After Jiang Junyi left, Aunt Zhao stretched and walked out of the newsstand, heading towards the entrance.
"Old man, want to stretch a bit?" Aunt Zhao kicked the old man's small stool by the entrance.
"What's up?" The old man turned his head and looked at Aunt Zhao, "Does the Young Master have an order?"
"Yes, to deal with the Dragon King Palace," Aunt Zhao grabbed a handful of melon seeds from her pocket, cracking them as she spoke.
"The Dragon King Palace… Damn it, it's those guys causing trouble again."
The old man cursed, reaching out to catch the melon seed shells Aunt Zhao was spitting out, and soon a thick pile accumulated in his hand.
"No, can you not spit the melon seed shells on me?"
"This is pure land! Do you understand pure land?"
Aunt Zhao rolled her eyes: "Pure land… one day you'll die at the entrance and become black earth."
"Hey?"
"Wait for the Young Master's notification."
"Oh."
...
After making arrangements, Jiang Junyi planned to take a taxi to the city center to stroll around, maybe even have a chance encounter with Wan Qingyun?
Hehe, thinking this, he actually chuckled aloud.
As for Uncle Wu…
Jiang Junyi thought for a moment, Uncle Wu hadn't rested for quite some time, had he?
How long was it… two years?
A hint of guilt rose in Jiang Junyi's heart, so he sent a message—[Uncle Wu, you have the day off today.]
[Really?!]
Instant reply.
[Really….]
[Young Master, are you sure?]
[Sure!]
[Really?]
[Rest assured, one hundred percent.]
[Okay, Young Master.]
On the other end of the phone, Uncle Wu put down his phone with a look of realization: I'm on vacation?
He lightly patted his face.
It wasn't a dream.
But after thinking about it, Uncle Wu still made a call: "I won't be with the Young Master today, so keep an eye on him."
[Understood!]
"The Young Master probably wants to wander around by himself today, understand what I mean?"
[Understood!]
"Good, I'm leaving it to you today."
[Don't worry!]
Meanwhile.
Jiang Junyi had already arrived at the city center, the most bustling commercial street.
All sorts of shops were countless.
At this moment, Jiang Junyi saw a dessert shop with a long line outside.
He glanced from the side and found that the small cakes in the display cabinet were all very exquisite; there should be something Qingyun likes here, right?
Thinking this, Jiang Junyi walked to the end of the line.
About half an hour later, it was finally his turn.
"Uh, I'd like a… this…" Jiang Junyi hadn't finished speaking when he looked up and saw the burly male server in front of him.
The server also looked up at Jiang Junyi.
Jiang Junyi's expression gradually became complex: "You… you opened this?"
"Hehe… not much, but I'm proficient in some pastry skills," Number 1 scratched his head.
The 1.9-meter tall burly man chuckled honestly.
Are you guys… really… all-rounders?
"You just finished a stakeout, and now you're opening a shop?" Jiang Junyi said in a low voice.
Number 1's face straightened, his voice low: "If it weren't for life, who would be in such a hurry?"
"Get lost!" Jiang Junyi said impatiently.
Life, indeed. The salary of a White Court member for one month is equivalent to half a year's salary for a normal person.
"Oh, it's just a little hobby," Number 1 chuckled.
"Hey! Are you buying or not up there?!" Someone in the line behind him called out.
"Sorry, sorry," Jiang Junyi turned sideways and raised his hand in apology.
"Give me a recommendation," he looked at Number 1.
"Then I recommend this one, the Black Forest Chocolate Mousse Cake," Number 1 presented an exquisite small cake.
"I'll have one to taste first."
"Alright!"
Number 1 packaged it and handed it to Jiang Junyi.
Jiang Junyi stood at a small counter nearby and began to eat.
One bite, and his eyes lit up.
Very smooth, made with real ingredients.
The sweetness was also just right, quite impressive.
Twenty minutes later, Number 1 shouted at the top of his lungs: "Everyone, everyone~ Today's cakes are all sold out! Thank you for your support!"
"Oh, I didn't get one again."
"Can't this dog owner make a little more?"
"Exactly, exactly!"
The crowd grumbled softly and dispersed, leaving only Jiang Junyi eating his cake on the side.
Number 1 rubbed his hands and stepped forward: "Young Master, is it alright?"
Jiang Junyi gave a thumbs up: "Not bad."
As the two exchanged words…
A pleasant voice rang out: "Qingyun, it seems the cakes at this shop are sold out."
Jiang Junyi and Number 1 keenly caught this voice, of course, the key was "Qingyun."
Qingyun?!
"Alright, then we'll just have to come back next time," Wan Qingyun's clear, cold, and melodious voice, like a clear spring in a secluded valley, drifted over.
Number 1 immediately grew anxious and quickly leaned out: "Hey, hey, hey! We have some! Not sold out yet! Don't leave!"
He was very anxious. Number 1 felt that if the Young Mistress didn't get to eat cake today, he might as well quit.
Su Ling pushed Wan Qingyun to the front of the shop: "Huh? Boss, everyone who just came by said you were sold out."
Jiang Junyi smiled slightly, looking at the half-eaten mousse cake (the third one) still in his hand.
He squatted in front of Wan Qingyun, speaking in a deep, breathy voice: "Beautiful lady, I still have half a piece in my hand, would you like to try it?"
Su Ling's face immediately filled with anger: "Are you crazy?"
Jiang Junyi looked up and glanced at Su Ling, snorting coldly: "Yes, I have a disease called 'I'll die if I don't stick to Qingyun for a day.'"
His tone was full of resentment.
Su Ling was stunned, then she finally saw Jiang Junyi's appearance, this seemed to be…
Wan Qingyun's expression brightened upon hearing the voice, and she revealed a happy smile.
Jiang Junyi had no doubt that if this smile appeared in winter, it would surely be warm sunshine, enough to melt any ice and snow.
Wan Qingyun gently turned her wheelchair, moving closer to Jiang Junyi: "Then, sir, how much for this half-piece of cake?"
Jiang Junyi chuckled: "Hmm… just one kiss!"
Wan Qingyun's cheeks flushed, and she whispered: "It's broad daylight…"
"It's fine, we just won't treat them as people," Jiang Junyi said softly.
He hadn't seen Wan Qingyun for half a day, and now he was! Very! Lacking! Qingyun energy!
"Then… just a touch… just one touch, okay…" Wan Qingyun extended her fair, slender index finger.
Jiang Junyi took Wan Qingyun's hand and leaned his face close: "Come on! I'm ready!"
"Mwah."
A light peck, cool and fleeting.
"Alright… alright, is that enough?" Wan Qingyun's face showed even more shyness.
Not just Jiang Junyi, but she too, after half a day apart, felt a bit lacking in energy.
As the two were immersed in their own little world, flirting with each other, the other two remained expressionless.
Number 1: (Lemon) (Lemon)
Su Ling: (Lemon) (Lemon)
So, are we also part of your game?
Su Ling was pushed aside by the pink bubbles emanating from the two, and she looked at Number 1: "Boss, two portions of the signature dish, please."
"No need for the signature… there are hidden items."
"Click! x 7"
Number 1 took out 7 small cakes of distinct styles and placed them on the counter.
With translucent packaging, the cakes were visible and exquisitely beautiful.
Their quality far surpassed the desserts on sale.
Su Ling was full of questions. What kind of shop owner hides good things?
She couldn't help but ask: "Boss, why are you…"
"Mmm! Qingyun, hurry, these are small cakes specially customized for you, let me tell you what they all are~"
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