Tang San rushed into the small building, panting heavily, sweat streaming down his cheeks from his forehead. He clutched a still-steaming oil-paper parcel tightly in his hand, afraid the crab roe buns inside would go cold.
"Xiao Wu, I'm back! Crab roe buns from that place in the east of the city—they just came out of the steamer, they're still hot." He hurried over to Xiao Wu and offered her the parcel as though presenting a treasure. Carefully opening it, he revealed plump, golden crab roe buns glistening with oil. "I queued for half an hour and specifically asked the owner to add extra crab roe. Try one and see if you like it."
Xiao Wu lazily lifted her eyelids, took one, and bit off a small piece, chewing absentmindedly. Sunlight from the window fell across her delicate profile, her long lashes casting faint shadows that concealed any emotion.
"It's alright," she mumbled. Her gaze swept toward Yunxiao, who was speaking with Dai Mubai and the others in the courtyard below, and she casually asked, "Oh, right. Ma Hongjun came running back in a panic earlier, saying Yunxiao was some god's representative, an envoy sent down by the God of Thunder. What do you think?"
Tang San's hand, which was peeling an orange for her, paused. A sharp gleam flashed through his eyes.
A god's representative.
Those five words stirred up a raging storm in his heart.
He raised his head and followed Xiao Wu's gaze toward Yunxiao. The young man stood tall and distinguished, his back facing them as he spoke to Dai Mubai about something. Every gesture carried an innate confidence and authority.
Naturally, I have to seize this opportunity.
Tang San silently told himself, his fingertips tightening slightly as juice seeped from the orange peel in his