A single man checks into a couples' room; his life of ease and comfort begins.

It was a really cold night; a cold wave hit, and many people couldn't sleep that night.

Room 201 has air conditioning and heating, yet Hao Qiangqiang sleeps shirtless.

Wen Wan and Ye Ruiqiu spent the night enjoying the air conditioning in the living room of room 201.

Wang Qian was very lucky that night; she hid in the only good room in the dilapidated temple, which was actually a room with a fireplace.

There was just enough firewood, and the fireplace was lit, making the whole room very warm. She carried over twenty pounds of leftover food on her back.

The weather was cold, so it wouldn't break easily, and Wang Qian also carried an iron pot with her, which meant she was a bit lucky.

It snowed that night, but since Shenzhen is in the south, although it was cold, it didn't snow.

That night, Wang Qian heard footsteps outside the house. She thought it was a homeless man and was almost scared to death. She prepared a large, burning wooden stick, ready to fight back if the homeless man rushed in.

The door opened, and Wang Qian and the person looked at each other, only to realize that it was a girl.

The girl stared at Wang Qian, who was gripping the fire poker tightly in both hands, and asked, "Are you the owner of this temple?"

At that time, Wang Qian was disheveled and wrapped in a quilt, making it impossible to see her face or tell whether she was a man or a woman.

Wang Qian didn't answer her question, but instead asked, "What are you doing here?"

The girl sighed and said, "I've seen through the illusions of the world, I want to become a nun..."

As she spoke, she knelt down directly before Wang Qian, mistaking her for the temple keeper, and repeatedly kowtowed to Wang Qian, saying, "Master, please accept me!"

The burning fire stick clearly illuminated the girl's face. She was fair-skinned and beautiful, wearing a Korean-style fur coat and snow boots. She was well-dressed and exuded a powerful aura.

At first glance, you could tell she was a rich heiress.

What Wang Qian couldn't understand was why, if she was rich, she wouldn't enjoy her wealth and luxury and instead come to this dilapidated temple in the middle of the night...

Wang Qian forgot what the girl had said she was there for, and couldn't help but ask again, "What did you say you were there for?"

The girl slowly raised her head, her eyes brimming with tears as she stared at Wang Qian: "Disciple Zhong Tingmei has seen through the illusions of the world and is willing to become a nun. I hope Master can accept me."

Wang Qian felt somewhat embarrassed. Putting aside whether she was the owner of this dilapidated temple, even if she was, this was a Taoist temple, and there was really no way to make her become a nun.

Wang Qianqian laughed and said, "What's bothering you that you want to become a monk? But this is a Taoist temple, and we really can't accept you, Miss Zhong."

Zhong Tingmei persisted, saying, "Master, if I can't be a nun, I can be a Taoist nun too."

At this moment, the stew simmering in the boiler emitted a rich aroma.

Zhong Tingmei couldn't help but swallow. Judging from her appearance, she seemed to have not eaten for a day or two. However, Wang Qian only had one rice bowl and one vegetable bowl, so she took the vegetable bowl and gave her a large bowl from the pot.

When people are hungry for a long time, everything tastes delicious. Zhong Tingmei was no exception. She ate a bowl of rice with vegetables, not caring about her image. She broke off two tree branches and used them as chopsticks.

After finishing her meal, Zhong Tingmei still felt unsatisfied. Wiping her mouth, she looked at Wang Qian and asked, "Master, could I have another bowl?"

Wang Qian felt a pang of heartache. This was her food for tomorrow. Thinking about how much Zhong Tingmei could eat, Wang Qian couldn't help but glance at the remaining bags of leftovers.

It started snowing heavily outside, and in just a short while, the entire area was covered in white snow.

Wang Qian stopped serving Zhong Tingmei food and said, "When I came up here, I knew the road would be difficult. This snow is going to snow for who knows how many days. The heavy snow will block the mountain, and we won't be able to leave here anytime soon, so the food..."

Wang Qian glanced at the bags of leftover food next to her before continuing, "There's only this much left. We need to eat sparingly to get through this winter."

Looking at those bags of leftover food, I felt even more strongly that Wang Qian was a spiritual practitioner, either a Taoist priest or a nun.

Wang Qian was too lazy to explain anything. She was afraid to be here alone. As long as someone else came, she didn't care who she was or what her background was. She would just consider it God's arrangement for her to keep her company.

With another person by her side, Wang Qian wasn't so scared that night. She pulled Zhong Tingmei to find some dry wild grass in the dilapidated temple, piled it up in the room, and used it as a bed to sleep.

The next day, when Wang Qiansu woke up, the campfire was burning even brighter. Zhong Tingmei wasn't in the room, but her laughter could be heard outside.

When Wang Qian went outside to take a look, she found that the guy was actually quite interested in building a snowman.

However, Wang Qian's face was somewhat gloomy because the heavy snow was still falling, and the snow was already knee-deep when she walked out. Fortunately, the ground floor of the dilapidated temple was higher, so the snow had not yet risen.

In Shenzhen, a cold front moved south that day, and many people hadn't slept well the night before because of the cold.

Early in the morning, when I go to work, I often see older employees dozing off at the less busy workstations in the workshop.

Ye Ruiqiu held her notebook and pretended not to see it. Anyway, when she came to the workshop to cause trouble, she was looking for the production manager and the three deputy section chiefs, as well as ordinary employees. She would turn a blind eye if she could.

It was already 10:30, and Hao Qiangzhuang was still asleep. The head chef knocked on the door for half an hour, but Hao Qiangzhuang was sleeping too soundly to hear it. The head chef thought something had happened to Hao Qiangzhuang.

He called Wang Hui, who opened the door and rushed into the bedroom to find Hao Qiangzhuang fast asleep, seemingly having a sweet dream, with drool still on his lips.

Wang Hui glanced at him, closed the door, and came out to look at the head chef, who was holding a lunchbox. She couldn't help but ask, "Head Chef, it's only 10:30, and you're already delivering lunch?"

The head chef smiled awkwardly and said, "It's not food, it's ingredients for hot pot. Section Chief Wang, I'll put it on the coffee table in the living room for you. I'll head back now."

"Okay, take care." Wang Hui informed the head chef.

The head chef turned and left. Wang Hui opened the food box, which contained sashimi, beef rolls, lamb rolls, tripe, and other items.

Just then, the alarm clock rang. Hao Qiangzhuang came out of the bedroom, saw Wang Hui there, and immediately said, "We're having hot pot for lunch today. After you clock in, come up early!"

Wang Hui nodded, thought for a moment, and then said, "I see that the small shops outside are making a lot of money. Why don't we set one up inside the company too?"

Hao Qiangzhuang hesitated for a moment, then said, "That's fine, but who should watch the shop for us?"

Wang Hui hesitated for a moment, then smiled and said, "My brother's wife is coming to help. We'll just pay her two thousand a month."

Hao Qiangzhuang paused for a moment, hesitated, then smiled and said, "We'll see when the time comes!"