A Young Woman's Heart

The universe collapsed completely, and everything fell silent.

The producer's list popped up, and the lights in the screening room came on.

It does manage to combine humor and science fiction, although neither is done particularly well, but the interesting underlying themes are worth pondering.

Therefore, Mo Xueyao felt that she hadn't lost out on the ticket purchase.

The father, tired from driving, fell asleep while watching, while the mother watched the whole thing intently.

"It was a pretty interesting movie," she commented.

"Dad—get up, let's go home!"

Mo Xueyao called out to her father, who seemed unable to be woken up for the time being.

The producer credits jumped to the very end, and the screen lit up again.

The collapsing universe coalesced into an infinitely small singularity before exploding.

The souvenirs from the Galaxy Museum flew out again and landed back there.

On familiar-looking planets, new civilizations are born once again. But they are just like those that were born before.

Although it is new, the civilization is old.

It's like a cycle.

The word "END" was finally displayed on the screen.

"Wow, there's even an Easter egg!" Mo Xueyao exclaimed in surprise. "An interesting story."

"Mmm." Li Wanyan nodded in satisfaction.

The father, who had fallen asleep halfway through the movie, struggled to sit up from the comfortable chair, as if it were more comfortable than sleeping in his bed at home.

"Ahhh—is it over already?"

"Then how long do you plan to keep it going?" Mo Xueyao glared at him irritably. "Dad, you missed the most exciting part! There's a really cool spaceship chase scene later on!"

"Hehe..." The mother couldn't help but laugh. "That alien was quite funny. Later on, he even begged the protagonist to continue fighting with him."

"People who would die without war."

"Oh? I'm not bored, just sleepy—haa—" the father said, letting out a big yawn.

As if it were contagious, the other three also started fighting.

Mo Xueyao wiped away the tears that had welled up in her eyes, grabbed her father's shoulders and stretched: "Phew... Let's go home, I want to take a bath."

"Okay, let's go home."

"What would you like for dinner?" the mother asked.

"Hmm—sweet and sour pork?"

"I knew it. Then Yan Yan can help me make it later, okay?"

"it is good."

"Hehe!"

……

Chapter 168 Teacher Taiyin

(One)

The rain during the Spring Festival made the already deserted streets even emptier.

On the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, only a few shops on the street were open.

Several more businesses lowered their roller shutters again due to the continuous rain.

Since there's not much business, we might as well take a good rest.

The rain intensified.

Drop after drop hit the stone slabs of the sidewalk, splashing and bouncing several centimeters high.

Wearing black jeans, Cha Li strolled leisurely through the city, holding a black umbrella in one hand.

For her, every rainy day is a good day to drink tea.

You don't necessarily have to go to a teahouse. Sometimes you can have tea at any open breakfast shop, pastry shop, or even bakery, as long as there are seats.

There's no need to be bound by formalities.

So she stopped in front of a bakery.

Behind the bright and clean shop window, there were two sets of narrow tables and chairs.

Although there were no customers, the aroma of wheat and butter still wafted from the bakery.

The shelves were not fully stocked with bread and cakes; they were sparsely arranged, as if they had already been snapped up.

As soon as the glass door was pushed open, the wind chimes hanging on it began to ring.

The woman arranging the bread looked up and casually said, "Welcome."

Not all bosses are enthusiastic.

However, Cha Li doesn't need such enthusiasm.

Even the quieter shops have their own unique charm.

"May I buy some pastries to eat at the table in the shop?" she asked tentatively.

"Sure, there aren't many options today, so take your pick."

"it is good."

Each loaf of bread on the shelf has a price tag, not a sticker on the shelf, but printed on the back of the packaging.

Chali ordered cheese bread, pineapple bun, chocolate bun, and a very small piece of cake, about half the size of her palm.

The total amount is actually not much, but drinking tea is not about filling your stomach—the process of tasting food is more worth enjoying.

……

(two)

The tea is the tea leaves from the shop.

The boss drank it himself.

The price isn't expensive; you can buy a big box for ten yuan.

Instead of using teaware, they used cheap disposable paper cups to brew tea.

However, it doesn't look out of place among these exquisite pastries.

Rainwater streamed down from the eaves, splashing high and hitting the French windows.

Cha Li took another sip of tea. The occasional passersby and passing vehicles added a touch of rich aroma to the tea.

In the distance, a petite figure walked towards them, holding an orange long-handled umbrella.

The yellow rain boots on his feet made a 'clattering' sound as he stepped on the paving stones.

"Splash." Her foot landed on a puddle outside the French windows, and then she leaned back, holding the umbrella, as if silently reciting the bakery's advertising sign.

Then she turned around, her dark eyes revealing no emotion, and her delicate, porcelain-doll-like face was expressionless.

She pushed open the door, and the wind chimes jingled as she did so.

The rain boots made a 'squeak' sound as they stepped on the shop floor.

Cha Li recognized her: "Teacher Taiyin?"

The boss was clearly taken aback.

Because the little girl standing in front of me clearly looked like a middle school student—or even younger.

Taiyin turned around and glanced at her expressionlessly, which was her way of saying hello.

She ordered a few baguettes and some cream cakes, and finally stopped at an inconspicuous shelf.

It was a bread sandwiched with chili peppers and chili sauce, and then spread with mayonnaise and jam on the outside.

This oddly combined bread looks like it needs some customers to try it.

Taiyin probably felt it was just right for her, so she reached out and put it in her bread basket, buying it.

……

(three)

"Crunch crunch—"

Taiyin walked up to Chali in her rain boots, carrying exquisite and beautiful bags in both her left and right hands.

Several long baguettes stood out conspicuously.

"Teacher Taiyin?" she greeted again.

"Hmm." Taiyin nodded expressionlessly and sat down in the other chair next to her.

Its short legs couldn't reach the ground, so it dangled secretly under the table.

She picked up the new type of bread and took a small bite.

I only ate the outer layer, so it still looks sweet.

Then she took another small bite and chewed it very carefully.

Cha Li clearly saw a blush rise to her fair and expressionless face, her soft and delicate tongue sticking out, and a few glistening beads of sweat appearing on her forehead.

"Is it spicy?" she asked, leaning closer with some curiosity.

"My tongue hurts." Taiyin tried to pull her tongue back into her mouth, and her hands moved much faster than before—she tore open a piece of cream cake, scooped out a spoonful full of cream, and stuffed it into her mouth.

A few drops of cream stained the corners of his mouth.

"Teacher Taiyin, you can't eat spicy food, can you?" Cha Li took a sip of tea and didn't exchange any pleasantries, as if the two of them had come together.