"Let's eat, and after we finish, we'll head back."
Liu Nian placed the breakfast on the table, "Your favorite big meat bun; I don't know if your taste has changed over these years."
"What kind of taste can people like us have? As long as we can eat, it's good enough."
Feng Lin walked over, casually grabbed one, and took a bite, "Tastes not bad."
"Boss, did you have a dream last night?"
Liu Nian stood by, hands in his jacket pockets.
"A dream? I think I did, but I can't remember it."
Feng Lin recalled for a moment, then continued eating.
A long while passed, and Liu Nian did not ask another question.
This made Feng Lin turn back around, "Why are you asking this?"
"It's nothing, after all, I'm a woman, swallowing this kind of humiliation myself is enough."
Liu Nian lowered his head, squeezing out a smile uglier than crying, "I'm fine, you go ahead and eat."
"What's wrong with you?"
Feng Lin frowned, "Liu Nian, stop the damn act! Do I not know you?"
