Wang Xiaoliang's life had finally gotten back on track.
Busy, but satisfying.
The clinginess between him and Wei Zijin kept swelling like rising dough. He used to visit Wei Zijin's home once a week; now he wished he could slip over two or three times a week, not counting the times Wei Zijin came to see him herself.
They had more and more to talk about, and their conversations grew increasingly uninhibited.
Business at the supermarket was going from strength to strength, too, with sales visibly climbing. Wang Xiaoliang specifically pulled up the back-end data for a look. Among all the snacks, the special products supplied by Anyang were miles ahead in sales, taking every top spot.
That put his mind completely at ease.
Meanwhile, half a month after taking over, Zhou Qiang launched his restaurant's soft opening with a bang.
Zhou Qiang hadn't gone overboard with the renovations. He had largely kept Shuangyang Coffee's existing interior, making the major changes in the kitchen.
He had simply knocked down the wall between the kitchen and the dining area and replaced it with a single custom-made, floor-to-ceiling pane of glass. Polished until it gleamed, the glass let anyone outside see straight in: roast geese and ducks hanging from racks, glistening slabs of crispy pork belly, all in plain view. The flames and the chefs' movements as they tossed and stir-fried their food became a vivid, mouthwatering attraction in their own right.
With that change, the whole restaurant suddenly brimmed with the warmth of everyday life.
Another street-facing wall had also been replaced with clear glass, complete with a dedicated takeout window where passersby could pick up something to satisfy a craving and take it straight home.
Zhou Qiang had taken down all the pretentious Western oil paintings that used to hang