Half a month ago, during afternoon tea at a house on Baijia Road, the ladies set up a chat. I don't know which one said first, "Hey, did you listen? The owner of house No. 36 Is moving in."
Everyone outside knew that this Shanghai financial expert had an only daughter. Everyone thought that the daughter he was raised by the Cheng family was the princess who could find the pea under the velvet mattress. Little did they know that the pea was not under the velvet, but in the heart of the princess.
It was August, the summer was scorching, and herbal tea and sugar water were sold everywhere on the streets of Hong Kong, but she relied on the Lin family, leaving home on time at three o'clock every afternoon to go to his house to drink sugar water.
She scooped out a dumpling in his bowl, her voice was exactly the same sweet and waxy, and she imitated the Cantonese she heard and called him "Lin Sheng".
He also said that time is precious, and he revealed the ambiguity between the bowl and the spoon, "Please tell me to be safe, okay?"
At night in Hong Kong, the mountains below are shining brightly, and the top of the mountain is majestic, as if calling people to step onto the ladder to heaven. Someone once built a relationship here.
Purpose: Eating and drinking for men and women
