?Reading on mobile phone Until the pure and elegant woman got off the bus, Qin Feng realized he had made a fatal mistake—he had completely forgotten to ask for her phone number. Moreover, he found himself even more unfortunate: he had missed his stop and had to get off right away. The scene before him had changed dramatically compared to what it was like over a decade ago. The once-low-rise residential buildings had vanished, replaced now by towering skyscrapers. Drawing on memories from his childhood, he was certain that the place where he stood was exactly where his home used to be. Only now, he stood atop a building with over thirty floors. Looking down, a narrow street appeared before him, with the modest, weathered buildings on either side standing out incongruously against the modern surroundings. Qin Feng looked puzzled, a name suddenly coming to mind: "Old Street No. Three!" Twenty minutes later, he arrived at the intersection of Old Street No. Three, finally finding a sense of familiarity in this unfamiliar place. Every summer, La Sanli Street transforms into a bustling hub of food stalls. It's now 4:30 p.m., and tables, chairs, and benches are neatly arranged along both sides of the street—seemingly a tradition that has lasted for more than a decade. As it's a well-established neighborhood, many residents still live here, making it easy to gather some useful information. Across the street, at the food stall, a young woman wearing a apron is organizing ingredients. Isn't that the fresh, elegant woman I met on the bus just now? Indeed, it's her. Though she's now dressed in simple, everyday clothes and wears a gray apron, her natural grace remains unmistakable. I'd just regretted not asking her name earlier—now I've run into her again so quickly. Is this truly fate? Hmph, Qin Feng composes his slightly shy expression and walks toward the stall. "Owner, what are your specialty dishes? Wait—how come it's you? Really, such a coincidence!" The person pretends to be genuinely surprised. The plain-looking beauty was first startled, then smiled gracefully. "Yes, truly coincidental! We're having dinner, aren't we? Then please sit down—thank you so much for your help today!" "Ah, just a small favor," someone insisted, still tirelessly demonstrating their sense of justice. The beauty spoke with serious gravity. "I must thank you sincerely. Since you've come to my restaurant, I'll treat you today. By the way, are you dining alone or with friends?" "I'm alone," Qin Feng said, though he was far from sincere in his own mind. His brother wasn't coming just to eat for free—he had come to gather information and to get to know the beautiful woman better. The restaurant's menu was simple—mostly spicy crayfish, clams, and spicy fish heads, along with some fresh seasonal vegetables. After seating himself, he offered a smile he believed would bewitch countless young women. "By the way, I still don't know your name. I'm Qin Feng—Qin from the Qin Dynasty, and Feng from the word 'feng,' meaning 'signal' or 'flame.'" The plain-beautiful young woman blushed and said, "My name is Fang Fang—Fang from 'square,' and Fang from 'fragrant grass.'" Qin Feng nodded thoughtfully, saying, "Fang Fang—such a lovely name, indeed!" Didn't you notice that since Fang Fang has been helping us, our business has improved so much? "Mom, what are you saying? According to your idea, am I now the kind of delicate, bean curd-variety woman who can attract customers?" Fang Fang said, pouting. Li Ru smiled politely, "Of course not. I'm just thinking of you. Girls benefit from having more sharp instincts—otherwise, they might get cheated by those less-than-ideal men!" As she spoke, she deliberately glanced at Fang Yuan, who was always so straightforward and unassuming, clearly implying her criticism. Seeing the flame about to land on himself, Fang Yuan quickly grabbed his wok and headed out. Not long after, a steaming, fragrant plate of spicy and numbing fish head was placed before Qin Feng. Fang Fang personally handed him a pair of chopsticks and said, "Try it—absolutely authentic!" "Ah, well, then I'll enjoy it!" Qin Feng accepted the chopsticks, lifted a piece of fish into his mouth, and was immediately struck by the harmonious blend of spiciness, numbing, freshness, and aroma, stimulating his taste buds. He immediately raised his thumb: "Delicious! This is the best fish head I've ever had—never tasted anything like this before!" Then, he waved his thumb at Fang Yuan, who was smiling warmly. Though he had been executing missions around the world over the past few years, he had never once visited the Chinese homeland, let alone tasted home-cooked dishes. "Everyone on Old Third Street knows that Fang Family's spicy and numbing fish head is the best," Fang Fang said, with a hint of hesitation—after hearing her mother's account, she wasn't sure whether Qin Feng had truly come on purpose. Qin Feng shook his head: "I've never had fish head before, and it's actually the first time I've come here—well, more precisely, the first time in fifteen years I've visited Old Third Street. The last time was when I was five." His engaging charm and lively conversation quickly warmed the atmosphere, making the interaction lively and enjoyable, and even Li Ru, who had initially been skeptical, found him quite impressive. Guests began to arrive steadily, and indeed, Fang's business was the best on this street. By the time dusk fell, all the tables were full. Qin Feng often glanced at Fang Fang, busy with her duties, and thought to himself how truly wonderful she was—working during the day at her job and then helping her family manage the business in the evenings. The guests at the table next to her seemed rather unruly. After finishing a case of beer, the man with a punk hairstyle shouted loudly, "Owner, another case of beer, please!" "Certainly!" Fang Fang replied. Fang Yuan, the head chef, was unable to leave, and Li Ru was busy calculating the bill for a table, so the responsibility of serving drinks naturally fell to her. Fang Fang, slightly out of breath, carried a case of beer over to the table. By the time she bent down to place it, she was already drenched in sweat. She then said to the guests, "The beer is here—please enjoy." As she turned to leave, the punk man grabbed her wrist firmly. "Please don't go! Sit down and join me for a few drinks." "I have other things to attend to," Fang Fang insisted, and pulled her hand free. The punk man once again grasped her wrist, smiling with a hint of insincerity. "Don't be so distant—just have a few drinks, it's good for you. I'll tell you the truth—I'm Tiger Brother's younger brother. If you want to keep doing business on Old Street Three, you'll have to give me this favor." Crack! As the sound of the glass cup shattering echoed, Qin Feng slowly rose from his seat.