"Then should I pick one nearby?"

"Sure."

Although they said it was nearby, they walked for a while before arriving at a community store near a neighborhood's side door, with a sign that read "Jianghu Stir-Fry."

Despite the less favorable location, business was booming as it was close to mealtime; the place was already full and there were people waiting outside.

Tan Wenbin said, "Since it's full, let's forget it."

"No, it's okay, I'll handle it." The senior sister went into the store to talk, then quickly turned around to wave them in.

Zhou Yunyun: "Business is so good here, the food must be delicious."

Tan Wenbin: "I tell you, she's really mistaking me for someone."

Zhou Yunyun: "Whatever you say, I believe."

"Alright then, let's just try this place, if we like it we'll come often."

They opened a small door that led into the community, with a small tent set up inside. Though it was full, a small table with three stools was set across from the kitchen for them.

The senior sister first ordered the dishes, then went to get drinks, and after sitting down, took out a tissue to wipe the table.

Tan Wenbin glanced into the kitchen, where a nearly fifty-year-old half-bald chef was stir-frying, managing several pots with smooth, flowing motions. Surprisingly, as if to deliberately display a sense of calm, he cooked with his eyes closed.

Amazing.

Zhou Yunyun took the initiative to chat with the senior sister, from which they finally learned each other's names.

The senior sister's surname was Luo, named Luo Mingzhu, in the same department as Zhou Yunyun, in the third year.

Luo Mingzhu introduced her hobbies, specifically mentioning her "passion for adventure."

Upon hearing this, Tan Wenbin was sipping soda, nearly spraying it out from his nose.

What's with "passion for adventure," more like, a love for courting danger.

Their table was clearly given special treatment; the dishes arrived quickly.

Tan Wenbin picked up his chopsticks and tried it; the taste was indeed remarkable, the kind that showed real skill.

Next time, bring Ah You.

The soup was served quickly too, filling the small table.

Nearby, some waiting customers grumbled why this table was served so fast when they were there first.

The waitress explained that they are family, hence the priority.

Upon hearing this reason, the nearby tables quieted down.

Zhou Yunyun asked: "Is this your family's restaurant?"

Luo Mingzhu shook her head: "No, it's my fourth uncle's business; he used to be a chef at our family restaurant but left due to dissatisfaction with my parents' use of subpar ingredients, and started his own place."

Tan Wenbin eagerly asked: "Tell me the name of your family's restaurant, so I can steer clear in the future."

Luo Mingzhu: "Mingzhu Grand Restaurant on Yushan Street."

Zhou Yunyun: "Is it named after you?"

Luo Mingzhu: "I was originally named Luo Mingyu, but my parents changed it to Luo Mingzhu, borrowing fame from the family restaurant."

"Hahaha!" Tan Wenbin was amused.

Seeing Tan Wenbin laugh, Luo Mingzhu also joined in with laughter.

The previous bit of "misunderstanding" between them dissipated completely at this moment.

Actually, the senior sister was quite outgoing; though her adventure skills were lacking, she had some special traits, like memories of the Zhengmen Village experience that others had mostly forgotten.

Tan Wenbin knew that this kind of person naturally had heightened sensitivity and intuition.

They ate and chatted; Luo Mingzhu stopped urging Tan Wenbin to acknowledge the Zhengmen Village matter and instead found Yunyun increasingly engaging, and they exchanged dorm numbers.

Tan Wenbin quietly ate, knowing the senior sister was making cautious moves.

His naive class monitor unexpectedly accepted, but maybe it's a strategic retreat.

He realized not to be fooled by the seemingly warm and friendly relationship between the two women.

Mealtime passed, marking an end to the rush during class hours.

The owner managed to take a break, coming out from the kitchen, wiping sweat with a damp towel, standing behind Luo Mingzhu:

"Zhu Zhu, are these your classmates and friends?"

"Yes, let me introduce you, this is Zhou Yunyun, and this is Tan Wenbin."

Zhou Yunyun: "Hello Uncle, your cooking is truly great."

Tan Wenbin looked puzzled, noticing that this fourth uncle was still keeping his eyes closed.

"Hehe, thank you, being Zhu Zhu's friend, feel free to come directly in and dine anytime, no need to wait."

The fourth uncle pulled out a cigarette box from his pocket, extracted one, and handed it to Tan Wenbin.

Tan Wenbin got up to accept it, asking: "Uncle, are your eyes injured?"

"Haha, didn't Zhu Zhu tell you?"

Luo Mingzhu said: "My fourth uncle has been blind since childhood, but his culinary skills far surpass my dad and other uncles."

"Hahaha." The fourth uncle laughed happily, satisfied with his niece's praise and recognition, "Cooking without seeing is possible, just use your ears; I can tell the heat level and ingredient quantities by listening."

"This is real skill, impressive."

Tan Wenbin sincerely praised.

The last time he encountered someone with such remarkable hearing, it was Brother Xiao Yuan.

Brother Xiao Yuan's hearing was so sharp he could hear whispered conversations from far away.

A mental image of Brother Xiao Yuan cooking with his eyes closed appeared in Tan Wenbin's mind, and he chuckled...

Smiling, Tan Wenbin took out a lighter to light the fourth uncle's cigarette, grateful for the marvelous cooking.

"Oh, thank you."

The fourth uncle bit down on the cigarette, lowered his head, and accurately delivered the tip towards the flame.

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