Ji Shanchuan quietly interjected, “So you’re raising your voice to make him think hard about how to marry Liu Yi, but you’re really just fighting against the pain in your own heart! I understand you so well, so listen to me, I won’t harm you. Just be good with Azun. Since you’ve already decided there’s no possibility with Song Li, then cherish the person in front of you. I’ve heard a bit about Fang Junjie’s actions before; he truly treats you differently. The connection between people is so mysterious; it’s hard to say who owes whom. You’ve already paid back the first half of your life to Song Li, and as for what he owes you, God has sent another man to compensate you. If you can’t forget Song Li, then don’t. Living with Fang Junjie day in and day out, one day you’ll forget him. I believe Fang Junjie cares for you in a way that doesn’t make you feel guilty or uneasy, right?” Fu Xiaotang slowly showed a smile of relief, “I’m always confused and clumsy, messing up many things, but one of the few things I’m still proud of is that one day in a certain year, by some miraculous chance, I took the stairs in the hospital and met you.”
After Fang Junjie returned from Zhang Rong, he didn’t say anything, and Fu Xiaotang didn’t ask. Recently, she’s been busy with opening a new branch of “Jili,” and Fang Junjie suggested that “Tang Li” should have its own signature dish, not just any dish that every restaurant has, but something unique and exclusive, the kind that would require trademark registration and patent application to prevent theft and counterfeiting. So, Fu Xiaotang spent several days with several head chefs from “Tang Li” experimenting in the kitchen, while Tao Li took care of other external affairs, conducting customer surveys among regular visitors, and keeping very busy.
