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The neon lights outside the car window flashed by, casting ever-changing shadows on the two figures pressed close together.

Ji Fanyin buried her face in Lei Guoliang's shoulder, the faint smell of sweat lingering around her nose. It wasn't unpleasant; on the contrary, it gave her a strange sense of security.

Through the thin fabric of his clothes, she could feel the warmth of his chest and his strong heartbeat, and her own wildly beating heart gradually calmed down.

A strange feeling, mixed with shyness, peace of mind, and a hint of something indescribable, quietly spread in my heart.

She dared not move, or even breathe too heavily, feeling as if the stuffiness in the carriage had intensified.

This crowded journey seemed to be stretched out indefinitely.

Finally, the name of the station Ji Fanyin was about to get off at came over the loudspeaker. She felt as if she had been granted a reprieve, hurriedly letting go of his hand, head bowed, her voice barely audible: "Brother Lei... we... we've arrived."

"Okay, get out of the car." Lei Guoliang helped her and squeezed towards the car door with difficulty.

With their feet firmly planted on solid ground, a gentle evening breeze blew, and both of them involuntarily took a deep breath, as if they had just escaped from some kind of sticky dream.

Ji Fanyin's face turned bright red, and she didn't dare to look Lei Guoliang in the eye. She just pointed in a direction randomly and said, "The vegetable... the vegetable market is over there."

"Let's go." Lei Guoliang was also a little awkward, and took the lead in taking a step, trying to dispel the lingering subtle atmosphere with his actions.

He thought to himself that this meal would probably be even less enjoyable than he had imagined.

Ji Fanyin, who was following behind him, touched her still burning cheeks and looked at the tall but slightly distant figure in front of her. The strange ripples in her heart could not be calmed for a long time.

This sudden night, filled with the scent of money and mixed with physical contact, seemed to be pushing her in a completely unknown direction.

The market is on the edge of an urban village. Because it was a bit late, there weren't many people. Most of them were people who were going home from get off work and wanted to find some cheap vegetables to cook for themselves.

Ji Fanyin was clearly familiar with the place. She took a deep breath, forced herself to pull herself out of her embarrassment, and regained her composure as she skillfully made her way through the crowd.

She stopped at each stall, picked up vegetables to check if they were still fresh, and spoke in a soft, gentle tone when bargaining with the stall owners, but her attitude remained firm.

Lei Guoliang followed behind her, looking at her focused profile and the slight upturn of her lips from successfully bargaining, and suddenly felt like it was a distant memory.

"What kind of chili peppers do you want? Green chili peppers or small red chili peppers?" she asked him as she turned back in front of a vegetable stall. Her eyes had cleared, but her cheeks still had a lingering blush.

"Whatever, it's up to you. Just make sure it's flavorful." Lei Guoliang smiled.

"Then let's have Erjingtiao peppercorns, they're fragrant. And some Maowen peppercorns too, that'll give them the right numbing flavor." She quickly made her selection, and Lei Guoliang rushed to pay for it.

"What about meat? Twice-cooked pork or boiled sliced ​​pork? Or... spicy blood curd?" she asked again, her eyes gleaming with eager anticipation.

"Do all of that? Won't that be too much trouble?" Lei Guoliang asked, somewhat surprised.

"It's no trouble, the ingredients are pretty much the same. We can also stir-fry some water spinach and make a sauerkraut and vermicelli soup. That's enough for just the two of us."

She seemed determined to show off her skills as a way of thanking him, or rather, to cover up her embarrassment in the car earlier.

They bought meat, pig's blood, tripe, bean sprouts, tofu, cabbage, sauerkraut, vermicelli... and the two of them, carrying large and small bags, turned into a cluster of houses.

Ji Fanyin rented a room on the top floor of a five-story building. There was no elevator, and the building was a bit old.

Ji Fanyin opened the door and turned on the lights in the room.

"My cousin works the night shift and doesn't get back until the early hours of the morning," she explained.

Lei Guoliang nodded and placed the vegetables in the corner. The house was smaller than he had imagined, but it was exceptionally tidy, even giving off a somewhat desolate feeling of "bare walls".

A folding table, two plastic stools, an old sofa, and a simple wardrobe were all the household belongings.

"It's a small place, I'm sorry to have made you laugh." Ji Fanyin was a little embarrassed. She quickly walked into the cramped kitchen balcony and began to quickly pack the groceries she had bought.

"It's so clean, much better than where I live." Lei Guoliang was telling the truth. In his previous life, he had seen too many migrant workers' rented rooms, and very few could be kept this tidy.

"I'm used to it. My dad says that no matter how poor we are, our home shouldn't look like a doghouse." Ji Fanyin's voice came from the kitchen, accompanied by the sound of running water.

The rhythmic sound of chopping vegetables soon filled the kitchen, followed by the sizzling sound of hot oil hitting the pan.

The rich, spicy aroma, as if alive, quickly filled the small space, dispelling the original desolation.

The familiar yet intense aroma of cooking made Lei Guoliang feel as if he had returned to an ordinary night in his previous life, only the person cooking was different.

"Brother Lei, please have a seat, it'll be ready soon!" Ji Fanyin called out from the kitchen, her voice light and busy.

"No rush, take your time." Lei Guoliang turned around, but instead of sitting down, he leaned against the window, watching her busy figure.

In the cramped balcony kitchen, she wore a faded apron, her ponytail swaying gently with her movements. Her profile was somewhat blurred by the rising steam from the stove, yet she appeared exceptionally focused.

In just over half an hour, three dishes were served one after another. The twice-cooked pork, glistening with oil, smelled incredibly delicious.

A large bowl of boiled pork slices covered in chili oil and topped with Sichuan peppercorns and chili peppers looks so appetizing that it makes one's mouth water.

The stir-fried water spinach is bright green and refreshing. Although simple, it's generously portioned and has a wonderful color and aroma.

"Due to limited resources, I can only make these few simple home-style dishes. Please don't mind, Brother Lei." Ji Fanyin took off her apron, her forehead covered with fine beads of sweat, her eyes sparkling as she looked at him expectantly.

"You call this limited conditions?" Lei Guoliang sat down on the plastic stool, picked up his chopsticks, and first took a slice of twice-cooked pork.

The sliced ​​meat is stir-fried until slightly curled, with a perfect balance of lean and fatty meat. It has a savory, slightly spicy flavor, with the rich aroma of fermented bean paste and black beans, and is full of wok hei (wok aroma).

"Mmm! It tastes authentic! Better than many restaurants."

Ji Fanyin immediately smiled, her eyes curving into beautiful crescents. She sat down and picked up her chopsticks, saying, "I'm glad you like it! Eat more!"

With no one else present, the atmosphere felt more natural. The two ate quietly, the only sound the soft clinking of their chopsticks against their bowls and plates.

The food was indeed well-cooked, spicy and satisfyingly numbing—a long-lost, hearty, home-style flavor. Lei Guoliang ate more than usual, and sweat beaded on his forehead.

"Brother Lei, do you... really think that house prices will rise in the future?" Ji Fanyin asked softly as she ate, her eyes filled with confusion and curiosity.

"Our manager keeps saying that prices will go up in the future, but I see that there aren't many people buying now. Everyone says it's too expensive."

Lei Guoliang put down his chopsticks and wiped his mouth. He knew that this was the real "value" this meal might bring: to exert a little influence during a crucial early stage of cognitive development.

"What kind of place is Shenzhen?" he asked instead of answering directly.

"Is it... a special economic zone? A window to reform and opening up?" Ji Fanyin said uncertainly.

"That's right. But more importantly, this is one of the most dynamic places in the country, most attractive to young people, and most capable of creating wealth."

Lei Guoliang spoke calmly, as if stating a simple fact.

"Look outside, how many people flood in every day? They come here to work and live, and the first thing they need to solve is accommodation."

Houses seem expensive now because many people's incomes haven't fully caught up.

Moreover, many people's views have not changed and they are still stuck in the old ways of thinking.

Many people only think about working and making money in Shenzhen, and then buying or building a house back home. They don't have any intention of settling down and starting a business in Shenzhen.

But as cities expand and industries develop, people's incomes will increase, and their attitudes will gradually change.

The demand for housing, especially for good locations and good houses, will only continue to grow stronger.

He paused, looking at Ji Fanyin's attentive face: "A house is not like clothes or a cell phone; it's built on the ground and can't be moved."

Good locations are limited. What you think is expensive now may seem cheap as cabbage in a few years.