Zhou Manman, 24, is the newly promoted manager of a hot pot restaurant. Her life motto is, “If you can sit, don’t stand; if you can dodge it, don’t fight head-on.”
On her first day in charge, the kitchen catches fire, the staff get into an argument, and customers start complaining. She’s so busy she barely has time to breathe. Her only consolation is that Zheng Zhong, the chef at the hot pot restaurant across the street, is just as unlucky as she is. Their two restaurants are fighting tooth and nail for customers.
Zhou Manman thinks the man is her nemesis.
Until one day, she finds a diary in the storage room.
She opens it, and every word is about her:
“Zhou Manman wore a new hair clip today. It’s blue, and it looks nice.”
“The boss scolded Zhou Manman today. She didn’t cry, but her eyes were red.”
“Zhou Manman laughed three times today, each time because that fish ball did a somersault.”
“I want to marry her.”
Zhou Manman closes the diary and takes a deep breath.
The next second, Zheng Zhong walks in, his face expressionless. “If you want to compete with me for the manager’s job, do it openly. Why sneak around like this?”
Zhou Manman holds up the diary. “Did you write this?”
Zheng Zhong freezes for a moment. His ears turn visibly red. He rubs his nose and says stiffly, “...You said it yourself. So I’m making my move out in the open.”
From that day on, before the hot pot restaurant even opens, the entrance is already piled high with bouquets of confession flowers.
The entire staff says, “Manager, if you don’t say yes soon, our entrance is going to turn into a flower market.”
This is the story of an aggressively possessive lover and a slow-to-warm, adorably clueless sweetheart.
Whether this life is long or short, one lifetime isn’t enough to love you. I’ll keep loving you in the next one.
