Su Nian carefully placed the freshly baked desserts into the glass cabinet. The residual heat in the oven spreads out, mixed with the fragrance of cream and lemon, filling the small space of "Nianji Dessert". Late at night on the street corner, this is the only place with warm light.
The kneading action has been repeated thousands of times, and the touch of the fingertips has already become familiar with the temperature and toughness of the dough. She took her time and pressed her fingertips lightly on the dough, feeling its rebound. This focus is her commitment to every snack, and it is also like a comfort to herself.
Lu Xiuyan's car was parked not far away. He sat in the back seat, and the neon light strip outside the window blurred into one piece, unable to dispel the irritability in his heart. The stomach is empty but there is no desire to eat. The dilemma of insomnia has been bothering him for a long time. Physical fatigue and mental fatigue are intertwined, making even his breathing feel heavy.
