"Dear, let's not just waltz into the shop, what if we get kicked out?" Mrs. Wang voiced her concern.
The way little sister is now, she could really do it.
Before, our eldest daughter Tong Pandi kicked us out of the house.
Now, little sister isn't any different from Tong Pandi.
"You're right, let's just observe from a distance first." Tong Fusheng agreed with Mrs. Wang's suggestion.
On the way to Rouge Alley, they frequently encountered customers carrying pastries.
Tong Fusheng recognized the packaging box they were carrying, with "Taohua Dessert" written on it, deducing that the business was better than he imagined.
As soon as they entered Rouge Alley, a strong fragrance was in the air.
It was the smell of freshly baked pastries.
Hungry, Tong Fusheng almost drooled at the aroma.
From afar, they saw people lining up at the shop, some carrying pastries out.
It seemed that was Taohua Dessert.
"Dad, isn't that Brother Dashi?"
