Fu Xiaotang suddenly remembered something, “What was that thing you had Xiao Fang bring me this morning? It tasted like Chinese medicine.” Fang Junjie chuckled, “Did it taste good?” Fu Xiaotang, still a bit confused, replied, “I didn’t feel anything special, it was quite nice.” Fang Junjie hugged her, affectionately tapping her forehead, “Silly girl, I meant, did it help with your soreness?” Fu Xiaotang blushed and stuttered, “That… that… it was so embarrassing to have Xiao Jing bring it.” Fang Junjie laughed, “What’s there to be embarrassed about? Everyone knows you’re mine. We’ve just done what we should have. We’ve carried this false reputation long enough.”
During dinner, Zhang Rong praised Fu Xiaotang’s spicy pot. Zhang Yindi, laughing, said, “Who would’ve thought our Xiaotang not only dances well but also cooks wonderfully. Second Young Master really has good fortune.” Fang Junjie smiled but didn’t respond, just took another bite of the pancake, seemingly most interested in it tonight. Zhang Rong asked, “Xiaotang, I heard your Tangli now focuses on hotpots, like the one we’re eating?” Fu Xiaotang nodded, “Yes,” but before she could elaborate, Fang Junjie cut in, “Tenth Brother, what you’re eating is just one of dozens of flavors we offer. There’s sweet, sour, bitter, spicy, and various combinations. Their slogan is ‘Making it easy to please every palate.’ Business has been booming; we’re about to open our fourth branch.” Zhang Rong first glared at Fang Junjie, “Look at how clever you are. Do Xiaotang and I still need this?” Then he turned to Fu Xiaotang with a gentle tone, “How about I invest and join as a shareholder?” Xiaotang was taken aback, “Ah?” Fang Junjie, amused, said, “Tenth Brother, are you serious? How about you draft a plan for us to review?”
