The brunette was grinning like an idiot. He had not seen Shen in so long and he could not help beaming like a beacon, spotlighting the silver haired man. His eyes caught the small perfume bag hanging on the man's hip. Biting his lips to not die laughing, he felt warm knowing his gift was accepted.
"Sir, are you sure you are alright?" An elderly woman questioned staring at him with creased brows.
"Of course, no need to worry, miss."
He turned and made sure to stick close to Fu Shen, who was still ignoring him, but that was alright. He didn't mind, as long as the man did not push him away. He watched and followed what the quiet man was doing. He grabbed the dough, he kneaded it, he rolled it and shaped it. Handing it to the next person, he did it again and again, until the silver haired man touched his arm. Han Mo glanced at him and grinned when Shen said they would clean up.
