A luxury car arrived on the snack street, and its owner was a young man so handsome that it made people scream, instantly changing the vibe of the street that was usually all about eating.
Customers in front of the shrimp dumpling shop, with a view like that from a waterfront pavilion, automatically cleared a path for this man with an imposing aura, getting a good, clear look at him up close.
Towering over one meter eighty-five with a tall build, he wore understated and refined high-quality handcrafted trousers, and under the slim white shirt was a well-built and shapely physique; moving up to the neck, those facial features that could make any woman infatuated, carried just a touch of bewilderment.
"This is the handsomest man I've ever seen, even stars aren't this good-looking!"
"So young and driving such a nice car, and with such a strong presence, he must be a CEO. My god, I've seen a real-life domineering CEO!"
...
Han Luoli was immune to those voices; he frowned slightly and, taking long strides, headed toward the shrimp dumpling shop's window.
The shop owner, busy and bustling at over fifty years old, had no idea about the commotion outside. Just a moment ago, lots of people were rushing their orders, but why had everyone disappeared now?
Poking his head out the small window to take a look, he saw a man of distinguished bearing.
"Hey, handsome, you need to queue up if you want to buy shrimp dumplings!" The uncle thought there might be a dispute over queueing and kindly shouted out.
"Queueing..." This unfamiliar term caused Han Luoli to move his attractive eyebrows again and, without hesitation, he moved to the back of the long queue.
"Handsome guy, stand in front of me, I'm closer to the front!" a boy shouted out boldly.
The man looked rich and powerful, yet he didn't use his influence to cut corners, and immediately he was viewed more favorably.
A girl quickly followed suit, her face blushing as she called out to Han Luoli, "Stand here with me, it's almost my turn!"
"Stand here; stand here with me!"
...
Han Luoli glanced indifferently at the eager crowd, waved his hand and said, "No need, thank you." The image of Gu Xiaoer pouting and grumbling came to mind: "It's so annoying when people just cut in line at the cafeteria! Those people have no manners and no respect, as if their time is the only time that matters!"
A subtle smile played on his lips; he certainly didn't want to become the type of person she disliked!
Having reached the end of the queue, Han Luoli had just settled into place when something unbelievable happened.
The young people who were properly lined up in front suddenly surged behind him, scrambling to stand in his wake, and in an instant, he was back at the front...
With an exasperated rub of his forehead, Han Luoli wondered if he should just buy the shop and have the chef make dumplings exclusively for Xiao Er...
After purchasing the shrimp dumplings, he left quickly under the watchful eyes of everyone on the small street.
Back at home, Gu Xiaoer was nowhere to be seen in the living room, but from the bedroom came the delicate snoring of a girl.
With a smile on his lips, Han Luoli approached the bedroom door and, as expected, saw a tiny figure nestled under the pink blanket on the soft bed.
Fair little legs stretched out of the bed, casually draped, and her body was twisted in a weird angle that she found comfortable. Her long hair spread out over the pillow, silky and lustrous, making her small face even more tender.
The sleeping girl had an innate cuteness of a playful young girl.
Only, this shapeless posture and the ungraceful snoring sound...
With a head-shake of indulgence and resignation, Han Luoli's slender fingers lifted the lid of the food container and picked up a delicate and transparent shrimp dumpling, popping it into his mouth, a mischievous glint passing through his deep pupils.
"Baby, let your husband feed you personally..."