Sitting by the window, holding a coffee in hand, he quietly admired the bustling street scene below, with its constant flow of traffic.
It gave him the odd illusion of having returned to the future.
Wang Yunxiao wasn't trying to be arty for its own sake; it was mainly because Little Gourd had pestered him to share a cake with her, threatening not to eat it otherwise.
What's so good about cream cakes? As a straight man who hardly partook in sweet snacks, Wang Yunxiao had no appetite for such things. But he couldn't withstand the pressure; little girls, both from the future and the present, were all fond of them.
If a woman tells you she doesn't like cake, it isn't necessarily true—she might just not enjoy eating it with you.
Little Gourd used to come from a well-off family; according to Brother Youtiao, her parents were both highly educated intellectuals. They could even afford to cultivate a variety of plants and keep all sorts of antiques, collectibles, and books at home.
