They met on that warm morning. The sky was slightly bright and foggy. "Boss, let's have a cup of soy milk." "Boss, let's have some fried dough sticks." One likes the delicateness of soy milk, and the other likes the sweetness of fried dough sticks. It seems that there is a destiny that makes them destined to meet, know each other, and fall in love in this life. Soy milk cannot be separated from fried dough sticks, let me love you until I grow old. Haha, this is their story. Sweet and warm, it brings a little warmth to readers in this cold winter.