Shi Nian'an couldn't help sighing, "I thought a top pastry chef had dropped down from the sky, but turns out it was Zuo Xingyun's doing. Xiang Wan, he really takes your business to heart. I've benefited from it too. Should we find time to treat him to a meal?"
Xiang Wan felt grateful toward Zuo Xingyun in her heart, but her words were quite the opposite, "He has a stake in the new store too. Helping us is also helping himself. I'm heading back now; I still have class tomorrow morning."
When she got home, Xiang Wan took a bath and lay in bed, pulling out her phone to check her WeChat conversation with Zuo Xingyun. The last chat was a week ago.
She pondered for a long time before she came up with the right words: I saw Han Shuyan today, her desserts are still as delicious as they were back then.
The message sent, but it was like a stone sinking into the sea.
She glanced at the time; it was almost eleven at night. Could he still be busy? Or had he already fallen asleep?