It's just a toy, why would you care if it breaks?

After leaving Senmu Bakery's headquarters, Wang Caidan drove Nan Yan back to the store and asked, "We need to start preparing early to distribute so many sample packs tomorrow. Nan Yan, can you come to the store tonight to make cookies? I'm worried that if Zhang Qiang or Li Zhuang make them, the taste will be different."

"I need to ask first." Nan Yan hesitated for a few seconds, then sent Wei Xun a message: "Sir, I'd like to work overtime at the bakery tonight to prepare the new cookies we'll be selling tomorrow, is that alright?"

After successfully sending the message, Nan Yan clutched her phone, feeling somewhat uneasy.

The job at the bakery was unpaid; it was just something he wanted to do, and he wasn't sure if Wei Xun would agree to him spending his time on something "unrewarding."

Time ticked by, but the phone remained silent.

Nan Yan's unease grew stronger.

My phone only vibrated when the car stopped in front of the "Senmu Bakery" Huayao store.

Nan Yan quickly took it out to look, and it was Wei Xun's reply: "Okay."

Just one word, yet it instantly brought Nan Yan a sense of relief.

He immediately replied, "Thank you, sir!"

Nan Yan searched the bakery's storage room and gathered all the necessary ingredients, such as butter, flour, almonds, and black sesame seeds, to ensure she had enough.

After finishing all that, he ate a few bites of the lunch his colleague had left for him, then rode his bicycle home—he still had class to attend.

Teacher Zhang is always very punctual; she knocks on the door precisely at 2 PM. (South)

Today's lesson went very smoothly. Nan Yan learned very quickly, and he was able to understand and remember the knowledge points that Teacher Zhang explained very quickly.

Teacher Zhang couldn't help but praise, "Nanyan, you've made great progress lately. I don't even have enough lessons to prepare."

Nan Yan smiled shyly. It felt really good to be recognized.

At 5 p.m., as the class was about to end, Nan Yan pulled out a slip of paper and handed it to Teacher Zhang: "Teacher Zhang, could you please check if there are any typos on this?"

Teacher Zhang took the note, which was covered with densely written text.

He asked curiously, "What is this?"

"This is my own secret recipe for cookies. I'm going to sell them at the bakery tomorrow, and I want to give the recipe to the manager so I want to make sure there are no spelling mistakes."

Teacher Zhang smiled and began to examine it carefully.

The handwriting on the note was neat and careful, with only two typos.

He picked up a pen, corrected the mistakes, and handed it back to Nan Yan: "It's fixed. Since it's a secret recipe, I'll definitely keep it a secret for you."

"Thank you, Teacher Zhang!"

After Teacher Zhang left, Nan Yan took out a new sheet of white paper and neatly copied the recipe over.

Just then, Aunt Chen came to cook. Seeing Nan Yan, she smiled and said, "Nan Yan, Auntie is making pork tripe and chicken soup today."

"Aunt Chen, I'm not eating anymore," Nan Yan said while tidying up. "My husband has agreed to let me work overtime at the bakery, so I have to hurry over."

He took two slices of toast from the refrigerator, quickly stuffed them into his mouth, grabbed a bottle of milk, and hurried out, saying, "Aunt Chen, I'm leaving now!"

"Walk slowly and be careful!" Aunt Chen called out from behind.

Nan Yan rode her bicycle and quickly arrived at the bakery.

At this moment, Zhang Qiang and Li Zhuang were already busy in the control room. When they saw Nan Yan come in, Zhang Qiang smiled and said, "You've come at the right time. We've already done all the preparations and have been waiting for you."

Nan Yan handed the formula to Wang Caidan, then put on her work clothes and joined the busy team.

He was responsible for preparing the dough according to the recipe, while Zhang Qiang and Li Zhuang were responsible for shaping the dough into biscuit blanks and putting them into the oven.

Suhe and Yao Fu in the front hall were also busy, preparing small bags and labels for the sample packs in advance.

The oven hummed incessantly as wave after wave of "Wheat Bond" cookies were freshly baked, filling the entire bakery with a rich aroma.

Nan Yan and her colleagues had a clear division of labor and worked together seamlessly. They were extremely busy, but they didn't feel tired at all.

After the cookies cooled, Nan Yan, along with Su He and Yao Fu, packed the cookies into individual tasting bags and labeled them with the words "Wheat Ear Bonds".

The label was just printed this afternoon, and the packaging bag is also very exquisitely designed, as poetic as the name of the cookies.

By 10 p.m., all the cookies were baked and packaged. Wang Caidan loaded the sample packs and the cookies to be sold the next day onto the car, planning to deliver them to the various stores overnight.

"Thank you all for your hard work. That's all for today. Go home and get some rest," Wang Caidan said with a smile.

"Goodbye, Sister Dan!" After saying goodbye to her colleagues, Nan Yan changed out of her work clothes, picked up her things, and pushed her bicycle out of the bakery.

The streets were quiet at 10:30 p.m., with only a few vehicles passing by, and the streetlights were dim.

Nan Yan felt a little scared and subconsciously quickened her pace.

Just then, he saw a familiar figure standing under the streetlight in front of the bakery. It was Wei Xun.

Wei Xun leaned against a lamppost, a cigarette in his hand.

Seeing Nan Yan come out, he immediately stubbed out his cigarette and gave her a gentle smile: "Off work?"

Nan Yan was stunned, then her eyes widened in surprise: "Sir? What are you doing here?"

"I've come to pick you up and take you home." Wei Xun walked over and naturally took the bicycle from Nan Yan's hand: "It's so late, it's not safe for you to be alone."

A warm feeling instantly welled up in Nan Yan's heart.

"Little rascal, you're busier than me, the CEO." Wei Xun reached out and wiped a bit of flour from his face, asking, "How was your day?"

Nan Yan happily followed Wei Xun, walking side by side with him, chattering about her experiences that day.

Nan Yan became more and more excited as she spoke, her eyes sparkling and her face full of joy.

Wei Xun pushed his bicycle, slowed his pace, and listened patiently to what he was saying.

A gentle evening breeze, carrying the coolness of late summer, ruffled the wisps of hair on Nan Yan's forehead.

The streetlights cast long shadows of the two people, one tall and one short, as they walked side by side.

What should have been a 15-minute walk took them 20 minutes.

Wei Xun didn't interrupt Nan Yan at all, only nodding occasionally, or adding with a smile when Nan Yan got excited: "Our Nan Yan is really amazing."

He looked at the vibrant young man beside him, beaming with joy at his small achievement, and felt a surge of excitement in his heart.

This is how Nan Yan should be: carefree and full of energy, instead of the cautious, sensitive, and fragile person she was before.

As they approached the entrance of Huayao Mansion, Wei Xun stopped and teased him, "You've been talking about how delicious this 'Wheat Ear Bond' is the whole way here, but how exactly is it delicious? Did you bring me a piece to try?"

Nan Yan's smile froze, and she lowered her head somewhat awkwardly. "I... I didn't think of bringing any. I was just too busy. I'm sorry, sir, I was wrong. I'll definitely bring you a piece to try tomorrow!"

Seeing his nervous expression, Wei Xun's eyes flashed with a hint of amusement. He deliberately put on a serious face and said, "But I want to eat it tonight."

Nan Yan looked up, her eyes filled with bewilderment: "This..."

"Or, you could give me something else to eat," Wei Xun said, leaning closer to him with a slightly suggestive smile.

The streetlights cast their light on his face, softening his features, but his eyes held an aggressive glint.

Nan Yan's face instantly turned bright red, her ears became burning hot, her heart pounded, and she didn't know how to respond.

Seeing his shy expression, Wei Xun couldn't help but laugh and reached out to ruffle his hair: "I won't tease you anymore, let's go, we're home."

Nan Yan breathed a sigh of relief and followed Wei Xun into the residential area.

As I approached my front door, the motion-activated light snapped on with a "click."

At the entrance of the Wei family's house, there was a delivery box that was neither too big nor too small.

Just like yesterday's, there was no recipient information or sender information; it was just a bare box sitting there.

Nan Yan's face turned deathly pale instantly.

He recognized the delivery box; yesterday it delivered a cat costume from the Thorn Rose Club. Why was there another one today?

Nan Yan took a step back.

Wei Xun didn't think much of it. He bent down, picked up the package, weighed it in his hand, and turned to Nan Yan, saying, "What's this? Come inside and open it."