Recently, it’s been continuously rainy, and the patrons of the once-busy night snack stalls have become very few. Some stalls have no one in front of them, and as long as someone passes by, the owners eagerly try to attract them. However, when Bao Shaojin and An Yin gracefully arrived and passed by the stalls, the owners seemed to become mute, closing their mouths and only casting puzzled glances at the two of them. In fact, everyone had a common thought: The man looked extraordinarily classy, and the young lady was exceptionally beautiful. They looked somewhat familiar though. Bao Shaojin was tall, with a lean and well-proportioned build, and the lines of his stern face gave off a cold aura. There was an intangible dominant presence about him that kept people at a distance. An Yin tilted her head and saw the barbecue stall owners looking their way. Feeling timid as usual, she couldn’t help but lean closer to the man until her wrist touched the corner of his garment, and then she timidly stood, "Bao Shaojin, which one do we eat at?" The young lady’s voice was lowered, crisp like a bird’s call, and her elbow occasionally touching him made his expression gradually sharp. He hadn’t been here before and didn’t know which one was good. Upon hearing the man’s words, An Yin looked around and saw one place gathered with some people, thinking it must be tasty, as everyone was there. "Let’s go to the one at the end." Bao Shaojin looked up, "Hmm." When they reached the front of the stall, the owner finally reacted and said something silly, "Are you here to eat barbecue?" After saying that, the owner gave an awkward smile. Mainly because the man in front didn’t look like someone who would eat street food; he gave off the aura of a genteel nobleman. "Yes." An Yin knew Bao Shaojin was reticent, so she nodded in response. "Then have a look first, and put whatever you want to eat on the plate." The owner, nearly forty, looked at the well-dressed man and started to falter in his words. After saying that, the owner picked up a stainless steel plate and handed it to An Yin with both hands. An Yin hesitated for a moment, then slowly extended her hands, "Thank you." "The items are inside, please go and choose." The owner bowed. "Okay." An Yin always felt the owner looked a bit awkward but couldn’t pinpoint what was off. Holding the stainless-steel plate, she walked into the crowded interior. Bao Shaojin followed behind her, like a heavy wall, shielding her under his wing. Get full chapters from 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡⁂𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢⁂𝘯𝘦𝘵 The food was stored inside the refrigerator; looking through the glass, An Yin saw an array of dishes and took some beef skewers, chicken feet, shrimp balls... Seeing the little mountain accumulating on the plate, she suddenly realized the man was behind her. She shyly looked up at the man, "What do you want to eat?" Bao Shaojin took the plate from her, "You just choose whatever." Just as he finished speaking, he saw a black mosquito land on the chicken feet on the plate. His face turned dark, and after shaking the plate to make the mosquito fly away, he picked up the chicken feet that the mosquito had landed on and tossed it directly into the trash. The owner was about to step in when he saw this scene and found himself in a dilemma. He originally wanted to ask if they had finished ordering, but given the situation, he decided to retreat silently. At that moment, a thought occurred to the owner: ahem, maybe it’s a deal not worth making anyway! An Yin was focused on choosing food and didn’t notice Bao Shaojin’s little gesture. After adding a few more items, she placed them on the serving plate, "Just carry it to the owner." Bao Shaojin lowered his gaze, holding the plate with one hand as he walked out. After taking just one step, the owner nervously approached, "I’ll take it." He said, taking it from his hand, "You both can choose a place to sit down, and after grilling, I’ll serve it." "Hmm." Bao Shaojin snorted coldly. The owner’s back was already drenched, carrying the plate outside to grill. The barbecue stall wasn’t large. There were only four tables inside, slightly cramped, with less than a meter between each. However, outside, several red tents were set up, where many people were eating. "Do you think we should eat inside or outside?" An Yin asked quietly, seeing the man approaching. "Outside." Bao Shaojin frowned, recalling the mosquito he’d just seen. The other tents were occupied, leaving only one empty, closest to the barbecue stall. After they went inside, they saw a wooden table with eight stools around it. Bao Shaojin moved a stool for her, "Come and sit." An Yin obediently sat down, "Thank you." The man took the place beside her. A disposable red tablecloth was spread over the wooden table, with hot tea, disposable plastic cups, chopsticks, small bowls... An Yin habitually rested her hands on the table. The wooden table slightly wobbled and creaked. An Yin quickly lifted her hands, her face flushed with embarrassment, daring not to look at his expression. After sitting down, Bao Shaojin’s tightly furrowed brows never relaxed, and noticing the unsteady table, he exhaled a long breath through his nostrils. "Did you come here often?" the man asked, trying to ignore the discomfort of the surroundings, noticing the young lady keeping her head down. "Only once," An Yin murmured, "I’ve always had a sensitive stomach. Once, for my birthday, I wanted barbecue, so my mom brought me here." Seeing her hesitate, Bao Shaojin continued, "And then?" "I had a stomachache that night and ended up in the hospital." An Yin’s voice grew increasingly faint by the end. After hearing her story, Bao Shaojin’s face darkened, recalling the last hot pot they had where she ended up in the hospital, and the veins on his forehead pulsed angrily. "Eat less later," he said coldly, recalling her past hospitalization. "My stomach is fine now." An Yin looked into his intense eyes with quiet defiance. The young lady’s tender whisper made her appear terribly aggrieved. Bao Shaojin’s pupils slightly shivered, and her meek demeanor calmed the fiery rush in his heart. "It’s a bit hot. Wait a little before eating." When their atmosphere was slightly tense, the owner set the serving plate down and roughly reminded them. Seeing the steaming skewers, An Yin nodded repeatedly. Her previously dim eyes fixed unblinkingly on the beef skewers. "If you want a drink, there’s some in the fridge." The owner stood nearby, speaking to the young lady. After he finished speaking, they heard a commotion from outside. "Owner, give us a table," a roguish male voice demanded. "Coming," the owner nodded at them before quickly heading out to greet customers. An Yin wasn’t concerned with the noise outside. "Would you like a drink?" An Yin asked, glancing at him. "No need." Bao Shaojin’s expression was calm, "What about you?"