Chapter 180: The Power of Corny Love Talk

Gu Anran was being pulled along; actually she didn't want to get involved, but she couldn't stand the old lady's nagging, so Wu An pulled her along and she went along half-heartedly.

On the way, she still called her uncle.

As soon as the call connected, after just a couple of sentences, her uncle scolded her for meddling, saying it was because of these consecutive calls that his luck had been broken.

Gu Anran hung up the phone, muttering a couple of words.

Wu An leaned in close and faintly heard a 'Damn.'

Hmm.

Wu An understood.

Anyone who deals with this unreasonable person will get so angry their defenses break.

Gu Anran swore, then sneakily glanced at Wu An.

Wu An pretended not to hear, and also found Gu Anran's reaction quite amusing.

What's the big deal about swearing?

He had seen the women from Sichuan-Chongqing, and thought the women here, even when they nagged, were all the reserved type.

A Qing drove around half the town before stopping.

It was a rice noodle shop.

How tasty it was was secondary; the main thing was cleanliness and hygiene.

A Qing sometimes couldn't understand: clearly he remembered his brother wasn't that keen on cleanliness, so why was he so picky about food?

Wu An couldn't explain either.

This is the aftereffect of having done delivery work.

Those who understand, understand.

Anyone who has done delivery knows: some places are okay to eat, some aren't, and some even hang a sheep's head selling dog meat—no dine-in, only takeout.

One can imagine what the hygiene conditions are like.

Their gimmick is a complete ecosystem in the food: you order a full vegetarian set and still get meat, and they ask if you're surprised or not.

Later online there was even an activity called 'Going with the delivery guy to find a clean eatery,' and the despairing part was that the delivery guy thought long and hard and told the blogger there was none nearby…

What a painful realization that was.

It's already 2012, and one needs to be careful about food and drink.

Entered the shop.

Sat down.

A Qing went to order.

Gu Anran and Wu An sat together, and she asked, 'How did you come to town?'

'To find you.'

'When we were in school, my grades should have been about the same as yours.'

'Huh? So what?'

'So I'm not that easy to fool, but you can keep talking—I'm happy to listen.'

'I seriously tell you, you need to watch where you're walking from now on.'

'Ah, why?'

'Because you always manage to bump into me and make my heart flutter like a startled deer.'

'... Haha!'

Gu Anran shivered, feeling Wu An's words were corny, but she felt delighted hearing them.

'Any more?'

'Woman, I advise you to watch your mouth.'

'Why?'

'Because I'll kiss you at any moment.'

'Huh…'

Gu Anran laughed, her whole body trembling, already completely charmed.

If this were a game.

Wu An felt that Gu Anran's head should already be showing strategy tips +1, +1, +1…

Seeing Gu Anran's genuine smile, he quietly let out a breath of relief.

In the future these corny love lines would be old hat, but now they're a 'lethal weapon'—irresistible, utterly irresistible.

Don't think it's corny, but it just works.

Otherwise, it couldn't become a hot internet meme in the future.

'Again, again.'

Wu An pretended to sneeze several times.

Gu Anran asked, 'What's up? Did you catch a cold?'

Wu An nodded: 'Do you know why I caught a cold? From being chilled? No, because I have no resistance to you.'

Gu Anran felt a bit light-headed, and poked him with her finger: 'You haven't used this trick on girls much, have you?'

Wu An seized her hand, thinking Gu Anran's hands must be rough from daily labor, but they weren't—white as a scallion and soft.

He guessed she must have put a lot of effort at home.

He said: 'Did you see the wound on my hand?'

Gu Anran nodded.

'My hand was cut with a slit; you cut one too—do you know what this is?'

What?

We're basically a married couple.

I'm afraid of pain, why don't you come?

Sis, how are you still flirting back?

Hehe, only officials may set fire, but commoners may not light lamps?

You're ruthless.

Speaking, he didn't let go of her hand, and Gu Anran also forgot to take her hand back.

The two just naturally held hands.

Their fingers were interlocked.

Look, don't dismiss cheesy love talk as useless, but it really works—this hand just got held.

Moreover, it made Gu Anran happy, truly a case of killing two birds with one stone.

A Qing walked over, saw this scene, and asked: 'Brother, should I leave?'

Wu An nodded his head.

A Qing's expression became more conflicted.

No, brother.

I asked casually, and you really nodded.

Gu Anran hit Wu An with her other hand, gestured for A Qing to sit down, and said: 'Don't listen to your brother, he's just teasing you.'

Wu An indicated that wasn't the case.

He was just playing with his hand.

He doesn't have the time for that.

Before the dishes arrived, without needing chopsticks, he also didn't loosen his grip on Gu Anran's hand—soft, slightly cool, feeling especially comfortable to touch.

He leaned against Gu Anran while sitting, his arm against her not feeling hot, but rather feeling a bit cool; this woman is like a portable air conditioner.

This is definitely hard to let go of.

After eating.

Gu Anran didn't set up her stall today; she came to town to find her great-uncle, and upon learning that Wu An would go out to sea early tomorrow to purchase food and drink to bring onto the ship, she also went along.

Leaving the supermarket, the sun at two or three in the afternoon was big enough to scorch a person to death.

The heat was bearable, but everyone's mouths were dry.

Wu An saw a milk tea shop not far away and said: 'Come on, I'll treat you to milk tea.'

He walked over.

This milk tea shop isn't a chain; it's just something the owner runs himself, and he's not doing it well, already having posted a 'Transfer' notice on the glass door.

Nowadays, chain milk tea shops exist; CoCo Areete have already swept the nation.

I don't know if 'One Point' has appeared yet.

Wu An muttered to himself, in his previous life, he ran around the city, and one of his jobs was shaking milk tea at a milk tea shop.

But he didn't do it for long.

This obscure milk tea shop's main product is pearl milk tea, priced very cheaply, only 5 yuan per cup.

Gu Anran ordered a cup, took a big sip: 'Delicious.'

Wu An pursed his lips.

Is that considered delicious?

At a glance, you've never had good milk tea.

Nowadays, milk tea emphasizes affordability, lacks gimmicks, and many instant milk tea powders are prevalent.

If he remembers correctly, in just these few years the milk tea industry will boom, with all sorts of novelties constantly appearing; whoever goes out shopping isn't holding a cup of milk tea.

This milk tea has great potential.

Let alone operating it yourself; even if you run a franchised monopoly area, you could make a fortune.

A Qing drank half the cup in one go and said: 'Brother, this milk tea is really delicious.'

Wu An said: 'You just haven't eaten fine bran.'

A Qing scratched his head and said: 'I seem to be drinking it for the second time.'

Gu Anran also hit him: 'Who are you talking about?'

Wu An said: 'I definitely wasn't talking about you.'

Gu Anran gave him a sideways glance, staring at the two characters 'Transfer' on the glass door.

Wu An's mind stirred: 'Want to open a shop?'

Gu Anran hesitated a moment: 'I have that idea.'

But I haven't decided what to do yet.

If we set up a shop, we can't just buy anything randomly like we did with the stall.

Wu An thought for a moment and said: 'How about… selling milk tea?'

'Milk tea?' Gu Anran thought: 'Then we should do a franchise…'

'We can do franchising up front, and later run it ourselves.' Wu An paused, then said: 'When I make money, I'll open it for you.'

Gu Anran smiled, not taking it too seriously.

A Qing, on the other hand, was excited, shouting: 'Brother, I heard that.'

'Sister-in-law, if he goes back on his word later, I'll testify for you.'

'Wait for brother to make money, then let him buy a storefront and open a milk tea shop for you.'

Gu Anran smiled and nodded.

Wu An wiped the sweat from his forehead, flicked it away casually, and said, "A Qing, your ears are so long, it's fine if you can't understand what's being said."

"And his mouth keeps spouting nonsense."

"Did I say to only open one?"

A Qing: "..."

Gu Anran looked surprised: "..."