Cong Yu was a regular here. He had been buying flowers from this shop often even before this uncle's older brother died.
In other words, Cong Yu had already been a frequent customer when the original flower shop owner was still alive.
"This time, it's for a friend I get along with fairly well. Her family has been doctors and scientists for generations, and she currently works at a pharmaceutical company."
As Cong Yu spoke, he described the person he was buying flowers for to the owner. "She likes teasing people, and I'm always the one teaching her a lesson."
Hearing this, the flower shop owner—a bearded man with dead-fish eyes who looked like a gloomy, artsy middle-aged uncle—fell into thought.
Because Cong Yu's request this time was unexpectedly normal...
Before this...
The people Cong Yu bought flowers for were all things like [a quiet girl who barely spoke, like a ninja] and...
[a girl I think of as a little sister, even though the house is huge, she stays cooped up in her room all day and never comes out].
Out of every ten times he came to buy flowers, seven were for girls.
And every girl was described differently. All told, there might already have been thirty or forty of them.
To the unmarried shop owner... Cong Yu was a bastard living an enviable life.
Of course, there was another, rather rude possibility.
This old customer needed flowers in bulk, perhaps for his "clients"... after all, he had an incredibly handsome face.
"A friend at a pharmaceutical company... Even so, it's difficult to choose suitable flowers. Let me ask first—male or female?"
To the owner's question, Cong Yu gave the answer he had expected. "Female... I suppose. Though gender doesn't really matter."
The owner did not quite understand