Chapter 57: Fried Shrimp Balls
Chapter 57: Fried Shrimp Balls
The customers who came in were a husband and wife who looked very well-matched.
The man held his wife's hand, "What would you like to eat?"
The woman shook her head, looking like she didn't have much of an appetite.
The food came up quickly. Smelling the aromas in the air, the woman couldn't help feeling rather hungry.
"The flavor's not bad. Try some," the man picked out a shrimp for her. "The texture of this shrimp is bouncy—they must be fresh."
After eating a few bites, the woman also praised, "It really is delicious."
After eating their fill, the two of them sat in silence.
The man was the first to speak. "Full? Want shaved ice for dessert? I saw it on the menu."
"No need, I've been too busy the last few days to digest much," the woman shook her head.
Another stretch of silence.
"Well... let's go then," the woman finally said.
Without a word, they went to pay at the counter.
"Very nice, we ate well," the woman smiled back.
"I'm glad to hear. You two look well-matched—your relationship must be wonderful!"
"We match?" The man glanced at his wife.
"Very well-matched. You two have a unique temperament, clearly special, but your auras harmonize so you look very well-suited,"
The woman smiled. "Thank you, young lady."
"My pleasure. Please come again soon!"
About a week later, the couple returned and ordered the same dishes.
The woman also smiled back warmly.
With few customers in the restaurant,
The man suddenly asked, "Not getting divorced?"
"No divorce," the woman said. "I thought it over more and didn't see anything unacceptable."
"You serve the country on missions, I save lives at the hospital—just as the young lady said, we match," he replied.
"But..." The man still seemed hesitant.
"What's there to fret over?" The woman gave him a reproachful look. "Like I said, we match well."
She went on, "I'd considered divorcing because we only meet a few times a year and have barely spent any time together. It felt meaningless."
"But now I don't want to put anyone else through my unhappiness. We ought to be together."
"This way when we retire, it'll be like we just started dating—we'll never tire of each other."
The man lifted his head, eyes wet, "I've wronged you, Little Qing."
"No wrongs here," she chided gently. "I told you, we match well."
Their conversation wasn't quiet, but
"
"I, I want to buy them a small cake... could you, um..."
Ding Sha laughed and agreed readily. "Of course, but there likely isn't time to bake a cake now. Why don't you make them two bowls of shaved ice instead, my treat?"
"Miss, we didn't order this," the woman said, surprised.
"My treat,"
The woman froze a moment. "Oh, but..."
The man, however, smiled—a rare sight. "Thank you, young lady."
After a big spoon of cool, sweet watermelon, the woman felt refreshed all the way down. As they left, she thought to herself that she'd definitely have to visit again during her next break.
After finishing up her work, Ding Sha also recounted the incident in full to Xiao Jun. She kept nothing from him except the transmigration into this world.
Xiao Jun suggested, "After Ping'an gets a little bigger, let's take a trip. Go to the beach—how about it?"
Ding Sha blinked, confused. "Why bring this up all of a sudden?"
"I feel you've lost out, becoming a mother so young. I don't want to keep you tethered here. Let's go see the outside world!"
"What about Ping'an then? We'd leave him to go play?"
"Aunt Zhao is here, along with Sister-in-Law and Auntie!"
"But the shop?"
"There's Wenhao!"
"......"
The conversation ended vaguely with Ding Sha murmuring, "We'll see, we'll see."
"
Ding Sha went over immediately. "Oh? How do they look?"
"Haven't tried them yet, but the packaging looks pretty good!"
They'd commissioned an illustrator to design packaging featuring Ding Sha's courtyard and a silhouette of her in the background.
Ding Sha opened a can and spooned some out. "Have a taste. What do you think?"
Ding Sha also sampled some. Though not as tasty as her handmade version, it was still much better than commercial jarred rice porridge on the market.
"Tasty Rice raised the price a little,"
"Stream?" Ding Sha shook her head decisively.
"I know my limits. I only have so many followers."
"Don't underestimate yourself!"
She listed a few other influencers, none growing nearly as quickly as Ding Sha.
Spurred on by
"What if I mess up?"
"You won't, you won't!" After analyzing for ages,
Seeing Xiao Jun nod too, Ding Sha felt a glimmer of anticipation herself. "Well... shall we try?"
The news that wife would be livestreaming also went out, eliciting declarations of support from smitten fans—much to the neglected Xiao Jun's jealousy.
The sour Xiao Jun thought of making dumplings every day.
The long-awaited stream day finally arrived. Ding Sha sat nervously before the camera.
"Um, hi everyone... I'm Leisurely Wind and Moon..."
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