The Apple of CEO's eye

As the car turned a corner onto a road, he began to observe her expression in silence. Her expression remained the same, lazy and calm.

Su Qian did not know the purpose of Yan Si Chen bringing her here.

She often came to the grocery store with her classmates to buy snacks.

There was a barbecue stall not far ahead, and business was so booming after the Friday holidays that they had to queue up.

There was also a movie theater where the boy said he could see small films of color, but she couldn't have been a good student that year.

The only bold thing she had done before she was eighteen years old was to confess to Yan Si Chen that night. In the end, it proved that she was just joking.

Some memories became clear, others became blurry.

Or perhaps she was deliberately trying to make the memories blur.

These vague memories were all about her parents.

Every Friday, her father would pick her up from school. Sometimes her mother would come, and her mother was an impatient person, always urging her to hurry, afraid that her students would be stuck on the road after school.

… ….

Memories of pain, only hidden in the deepest, can let the mood be calm without ripple.

"We're here."

The car finally stopped at the back door of the school.

Su Qian accidentally revealed a little surprise.

"This is the back door of my high school. It used to be a stinky ditch, but it was filled up and opened up this food street."

It was precisely because of this change that Su Qian was surprised.

However, she pretended not to know about it, "Oh, I didn't expect that Yan Tun was someone who was nostalgic. It seems like he frequently came here to eat in the past."

"This street was built only a year ago, this is my first time here."

"Yan Tun isn't planning on letting me treat you to eat this, is it? Isn't that letting me off too easily?"

"Let's find a clean place and sit down. There's going to be an alumni meeting in a few days. I came to the alma mater to get a feel of the situation."

"This one's not bad."

Su Qian pointed to a small shop with many plates hanging on it.

Yan Si Chen nodded.

Su Qian stood up and took a plastic basket from in front of a big freezer. Then, she pushed it open and started to pack.

The freezer was filled to the brim with food, all in small portions made from bamboo sticks.

Yan Si Chen asked for a full basket before the Lady Boss came over, "Is that enough?"

"Enough."

"Pepper?"

"Jiang Yan, do you want chili?"

Su Qian shook her head: "I don't eat spicy gluten."

"No chilies."

The Lady Boss asked, "Do you want some cilantro?"

Yan Si Chen: "Jiang Yan, cilantro?"

"Don't, I'm not used to it."

The Lady Boss said, "What powder do you want to add? It's potato powder, sweet potato powder, river powder."

Yan Si Chen: "Jiang Yan, what fan?"

Su Qian thought for a while, "I think it's sweet potato powder, use more strength."

Having asked for all the orders, the Lady Boss took the plastic basket and entered the kitchen.

Yan Si Chen walked back to his seat, and faintly smiled at Su Qian: "You don't eat spicy dishes or cilantro, do you taste light?! "I thought those who grew up abroad would have the same heavy taste as Lao Mei."